Starting price 100 divine sources.
1,000 divine sources.
2,000 divine sources.
Everyone give me some face.
3,000 divine sources.
Who do you think you are asking for face? 5,000 divine sources.
The auction is heating up.
On the other side in the center of the city, there's still that large courtyard.
Two people sit on stone benches savoring the fine wine produced by the elves.
They are the members of Blood Dawn who have rotated in to oversee the trading market.
Eternal Knight and Teacher.
Damn.
One cannon is worth over 100,000 medium-grade blood crystal stones.
This business is too profitable.
Although they're sitting here, both are still paying attention to important locations within the city, such as the auction house.
when they saw a magical cannon cell for over 100,000 blood crystal stones.
Teacher Cuden helped but feels somewhat unable to contain himself.
A cannon that costs tens of thousands of blood crystal stones was sold for five times the price.
Do you think research is free? Sushing you shot him a glance and then said, "Besides, if we're talking about making money, that pharmacist is way better than me.
" With just a wave of his fingers, materials are delivered and he doesn't have to spend anything to get the money.
teacher looking at sushing you.
The teacher had a somewhat speechless expression.
Can't you be a little less shameless? You're comparing the earning ability of a lord level player with a professional player.
Why don't you let him compare army strength with you? You guy.
The teacher shook his head, took out a bottle of fine wine, and poured a glass for sushing you.
You tell your brother the truth.
It was one thing to take it out to attract attention the first time, but now you're selling it, too.
Have you developed an even more powerful cannon? only let me have a few.
I feel that the city walls are not reliable at all.
They can't withstand the attacks.
It has to be cannons.
Sushingu smiled down the wine and then looked at him again as the teacher poured another glass.
Pouring his wine glass, Sushingu said, "I have done some research, but the production difficulty of this thing is too high and we can't produce much in the short term.
If you want some, I could spare a few for you to play with, but bull purchasing is out of the question.
" It had been many years since he obtained that design for the mana cannon.
After absorbing the dwarves heritage and going through trial and error with the benefits from the rankings, the night tribe finally produced the epic level mana cannon recently.
However, the production capacity was not high.
Even with the night tribe doing their utmost, they could only produce five in a month.
That's too few compared to Su Shing Yu's idea of equipping dozens of cannons to each city.
Five per month means he doesn't know when he would be able to achieve that.
He couldn't even take care of his own needs, let alone sell to others.
Sparing a few was possible.
However, for regular players, even for those in the top 100, a few normal six tier mana cannons, which could reach seventh tier under overload, were rare treasures that could be used as trump cards.
But for the person in front of him, a few mana cannons were just for fun.
Players who could join Blood Dawn either had a special skill or were incredibly powerful.
It's true that the teacher's strength was not as good as his, but after this period of development, a few seventh tier elemental strikes were indeed child's play.
Cannons must either have extremely powerful firepower to kill in one shot or be numerous enough to cover with firepower.
Otherwise, they're useless.
If they can't be mass-roduced, then forget it.
Upon hearing this, the teacher was somewhat disappointed and quickly poured himself a glass of wine.
Maybe in a while.
Maybe in a while.
We can trade them.
Turning the skewers over and adding some seasoning, Sushing Yu smiled.
The two enjoyed some wine and ate the skewers they grilled themselves, feeling very pleased.
This trading market could distribute quite a bit every month.
Making money was indeed profitable, but it was a bit troublesome and required supervision.
Through their vigorous promotion and careful management along with an excellent reputation, the trading market now had about 30,000 regular players.
Not to mention their individual sales.
Just the taxes collected from player stalls amounted to a significant sum.
Even if this sum had to be divided into tents, it was still a considerable amount.
The initial investment was recouped in just two rounds of dividends.
If you don't keep an eye on them, they won't behave, Sushiu said with a smile.
People always have a bit of luck in their hearts.
Even though everyone repeatedly warned them, some players still chose to take risks, whether freeloading or evading taxes.
Some even more outrageous ones wanted to incite players here to rob the rich and help the poor.
For players with different behaviors, the measures taken by Blood Dawn's members varied.
For minor offenses, they just made them pay more fines.
for serious offenses.
They would be sent to eternal sleep and their tribe will be taken as compensation.
Sometimes for a transaction worth only a few thousand divine sources.
They had to send in hundreds of thousands of warriors to invade and the military costs alone exceeded several thousand divine sources.
From the perspective of consumption, this was not worth it.
But from the perspective of developing the trading market, it was a necessary action.
It was precisely because of such actions that the trading market grew to its current scale.
Nowadays, the players trading here, no matter what they thought inside, at least appeared very obedient on the surface because the painful experiences of others told them that the masterminds behind this trading market couldn't resolve all the troublemakers, but could definitely deal with the first few who stood out.
Of course, all of this was predicated on having someone watching.
Without supervision, those bold and reckless guys would inevitably cause trouble.
Sigh.
The teacher sighed deeply.
Why sigh? Drink.
Drink.
And after drinking, we have to work.
Sushingu raised his glass and clinkedked it with the teachers, then gave him a jab in the heart.
Indeed, even here, it still needed to work.
After all, the divine incarnation had come, but the main body was still in the tribe.
The administrative matters that needed to be handled were not reduced at all.
As for why the divine incarnation also needed food and drink.
Of course, it was because it was delicious.
Just because you don't need to eat or drink doesn't mean you can't enjoy it.
Don't say that.
The more you say, the more uncomfortable I feel.
The teacher's expression suddenly turned gloomy.
You say, "I used to need to work managing this and that was fine.
But how come now that I've become a god? My life is still the same and things have increased.
I used to manage a few classes, but now I have to manage millions of people.
As soon as these words were said, they immediately left Sue Shingu silent.
He had felt this way a long time ago.
Why, as a deity, did he still have to work everyday and often work overtime until late at night? The two looked at each other, both sighing inwardly.
In fact, the answer to this question was quite simple.