Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

Chapter 134 Hunting the Tiger

Jade Tiger is a very nice person. He agreed to the matter in the morning and delivered the grain in the afternoon. As for the transportation fee, he was very generous and waived it.

Yang Che naturally expressed his gratitude and held a banquet on the construction site, which was attended by everyone, making the construction site, which had tens of thousands of people, unprecedentedly lively.

Looking at the bustling construction site and the jars of turbid wine being drunk by the conscripted laborers, Emerald Tiger thought Yang Che was nothing but a spendthrift.

Although cloudy wine is the lowest quality wine and worthless, you have to understand that there are tens of thousands of people here. Inviting tens of thousands of people to drink wine changes the value of even the cheapest thing.

Spending so much money on the poor is simply a sin.

That's all money he could earn.

Yang Che, however, did not feel guilty at all. Since it was about sharing the fun, why should there be any difference? It was just a matter of spending a little money. What did it matter if he spent a little money? In the end, it would be Emerald Tiger who paid for it anyway.

The two, who seemed to get along very well but were secretly plotting to make money, flattered each other insincerely, and in the end, both left satisfied.

As more and more grain was delivered, Emerald Tiger discovered that Yang Che was actually quite wealthy and extremely kind, never defaulting on payments.

This continued for half a month, and Jade Tiger was pleasantly surprised to find that he had actually made quite a bit of money.

To be honest, before making this deal, he was prepared to be taken advantage of by Yang Che.

After all, his original intention in selling grain to Yang Che was not to make money, but to keep Yang Che trapped in Nanyang. The longer Yang Che persisted, the more pathetic he would be when he finally had to end the situation, and the higher the sunk cost would be.

For this reason, he even made the difficult decision to earn a little less.

"Is this guy crazy?" In the magnificent manor, Emerald Tiger looked at the pile of Qin-style gold coins in front of him, which were so shiny that they made his eyes hurt.

"Whether he is sick or not is not important; what is important is whether these gold coins are real," Mo Ya said.

"Of course it's true. These are all standard gold coins from the Qin state. In terms of purity, they are unparalleled in the world. Four thousand Qin gold coins can be exchanged for at least four thousand five thousand gold coins from our Han state. We've made a huge profit on this deal," Jade Tiger laughed.

The Qin state had the strongest laws, and no one dared to mix waste materials such as copper, tin, and lead into the gold coins. Because of this, Qin gold coins were a true hard currency among the six states. A thousand Qin coins could be exchanged for 1,500 gold coins, even the worst ones from the Chu state.

"That's fine then. All things considered, he's almost out of money," Mo Ya said.

"Yes, his money is almost gone. What can he do when his funds and supplies are exhausted?" Emerald Tiger said smugly.

This time, he not only fulfilled the general's instructions, but also made a fortune; by any measure, he made a huge profit.

He had assumed that Yang Che, being so young to become a high-ranking official, must possess extraordinary abilities, but it turned out he was nothing special—a little kind-hearted and a little wise, but that was all.

"However, as a businessman, I still value integrity. Now that the contract has been signed, I will naturally deliver this last batch of grain. Mo Ya, would you like to come with me to deliver this last batch of grain?" Emerald Tiger invited.

So, who can't go to deliver grain? Why must Jade Tiger go in person? He just wanted to see Yang Che's predicament of running out of tricks.

"I didn't—" Mo Ya frowned. As the strongest assassin in the Nightfall, he was extremely good at observation. He saw through Emerald Tiger's true intentions at a glance. He looked down on Emerald Tiger's perverse sense of humor. But just as he was about to refuse, the image of Parrot Song flashed through his mind. Then he felt a pain in his heart and a bit of hatred arose.

"It wouldn't hurt to go." What Mo Ya initially refused ultimately turned into agreement.

That afternoon, Emerald Tiger delivered the last batch of grain to the construction site camp.

"Lord Yang, your money is all used up. Out of respect for you, I have sent an extra 300 shi of grain this time. But compared to the consumption of tens of thousands of people, these extra 300 shi of grain are just a drop in the bucket. Lord Yang, you must come up with a solution as soon as possible, otherwise, you will have to stop work here."

Emerald Tiger pointed to the grain being unloaded from the truck by the laborers and said to Yang Che with some concern.

"It won't last more than a few days, but I've already sent someone to Wei to buy grain." Yang Che still had that same lazy and carefree attitude. Compared to the hardworking laborers, he was clean and looked like a royal prince, a stark contrast to the busy construction site.

The concept of sharing joys and sorrows simply doesn't apply to him.

"Go to Wei to buy grain?" Emerald Tiger was startled. Could it be that Yang Che still had money?

"Why go to such lengths for the Grand Minister? If you have the money, just buy it from me directly. Why go to Wei? Wei's grain is incredibly greedy." Jade Tiger was filled with doubt and had no idea how much money Yang Che actually had.

Logically speaking, Yang Che shouldn't still have money after things have come to this point, but what if he does?

"I do have money, but it's a special kind of money. I can't do business with you, Jade Tiger. I can only do business with those people from Wei," Yang Che said.

That's right. Of course, you can't do business with Jade Tiger himself using Jade Tiger's money. Nightfall's money is also inconvenient to spend in Korea. Besides, Korea is too small. Even if there is enough money, it is difficult for Korea to buy enough food. Wei occupies most of the Central Plains and has the most food. Isn't it the best partner?

"There's such strange money?" Emerald Tiger was taken aback. There was money that couldn't be used to do business with him? That was too strange. It was normal for the power of the seven kingdoms to become ineffective once it crossed national borders, but he had never heard of money that couldn't be used freely.

"Sigh, this matter is quite complicated, but I happen to have some time now, so I can explain it to you." Yang Che looked at the bloated Emerald Lake in front of him. For some reason, the person who was clearly ugly suddenly appeared handsome and refined in his eyes.

Even now, he still doesn't know Emerald Tiger's real name, but that doesn't matter, because while names can be wrong, nicknames are never wrong.

The Jade Tiger is simply a tiger carved entirely from jade.

It is priceless.

"I'd like to hear the reason," said the Emerald Tiger, feigning attentiveness.

"I need to do one thing to get this money," Yang Che said.

"What is it?" Jade Tiger asked almost instinctively.

"Hunting Tigers," Yang Che announced loudly, his voice so loud it sounded more like a coded signal than an explanation.

"What?" Jade Tiger was puzzled for a moment, then was shocked, because as Yang Che's words "hunting tigers" spread throughout the camp, countless young men surged up and surrounded the people he had brought.

"What does the Grand Marshal mean by this?" Jade Tiger felt a chill run down his spine, and an ominous premonition swept over him.

"The literal meaning," Yang Che said coldly.

Emerald Tiger immediately saw a barrage of warlike gazes fixed on him—from the very farmers he had plotted to turn into his own servants.