Just as the pirates were carrying obsidian, a noise came from another part of the street. When they saw a group of pirates tied up about ten people in various ways, walked towards this side, and followed by a bustling crowd of onlookers.

Those people were forcibly dragged to Amy's feet by the pirates, and kneeled on the ground with one kick. Amy looked at the scene and guessed the reason: "These people are unwilling to sell your goods at the original price?"

Before the pirates could answer, the people kneeling on the ground struggled with the ropes on their bodies and shouted angrily: "What do you want to do! This is the city! Now it is in broad daylight!"

"What a quarrel! I dare to open my mouth again, be careful that I will urinate into your mouth!" A pirate kicked the man from behind, and then said to Amy, "Boss! We went to buy wine we drank on the way, but these people wanted to cheat us of money! The blackboard said that there were only three avocados, but they calculated it all over and we must pay four! If I hadn't learned arithmetic with the King of Sweden, I would have been cheated by him! The more I thought about it, I became more and more angry, so I tied them up for you to deal with it!"

"What three! We have never said three, how do you calculate it!" Another person kneeling on the ground shouted, "The blackboard says three boxes of ten avocados, and buying one box is a little more expensive, and four coins are needed. Is there any problem with this?"

"Don't act like I don't know the number!" The pirate grabbed the person who was talking and slapped several times. "Ten divided by three is more than three! Rounded, that's three! Are you bullying honest people? Tell you, my mathematics is the personal master of the Swedish king!"

"I...I..."

The man's cheeks were swollen and he couldn't speak for a long time.

...

Amy was in a hurry and was embarrassed. The onlookers had already begun to point fingers at Amy and his gang. When Amy looked up, she found that five or six guards were slowly surrounding this place in the distance.

A ball of flame was thrown into the sky by her and bloomed in the air with a "boom"!

"Get out of the way." Amy said to the people around him with a cold face, "Don't block our way."

The crowd scattered, and even the guards surrounding him were scared to retreat a few steps. The leader gave a wink on his companion, and then several soldiers ran away, leaving only two people staring at Amy and his gang in the distance.

"Move quickly, carry the goods, call all of us over and leave!"

Amy urged the pirates. If they didn't leave, they would probably have to fight with the city defenders.

"I am worthy of being the boss, but I am better than me!"

On the way toward the door, the pirate who was in charge of buying wine gave Amy a thumbs up.

"Why?"

"I just want to buy wine cheaper. The boss is the boss, so I will grab it directly!" The pirate pointed to the wine carried by several pirates, "Three avocados, we haven't yet finished it! But it's the same, what can we buy if we can grab it?"

...

Just pretend that I didn't hear this kind of thing. Amy thought silently.

After running outside the city to join the large army, Amy began to count the goods purchased by the teams. Due to the rapid action, the gold was not sold much, and the planned purchase plan was completed. However, except for Amy's goods along the way, which were purchased at the reference price provided by the Pochette Cartel, the purchase price of the other goods was at least 20% higher than the Pochette Cartel's offer. In summary, Amy spent 200 more cocoa beans to purchase this batch of goods than the reservation.

"If you sell it at the next city-state at this purchase price, the profit will be indeed, but it will be very low..."

Fortunately, Obsidian was acquired by Amy himself. Otherwise, if three cocoa beans were sold for six, the cost would double, and there would be no profit for selling anywhere.

Amy became more and more angry the more she thought about it. But she had already bought everything, so she could only bear it.

On the way to the next city-state, Amy met another caravan. The leader of the caravan was initially scared of Amy's queue and thought he had encountered a robber. But after understanding it clearly, his words couldn't be closed.

"Obsidian is a specialty there and is very popular. Now it's the war again, and basically every product is booked by merchants in advance, so they don't have to worry about selling it. If outsiders want to occupy the market share, they have to pay more."

He explained so.

"Selling three to someone else, I'll make a profit if I'll pay four. Why dare he ask for six?"

The leader of the caravan pointed to the three baskets of obsidian on the back of the husband next to him: "I'm not an obsidian business. I occasionally want to buy a try water. Those four are really enough. But that's also a matter of people, right? Obsidian is an important material for making weapons and is of great significance to the empire. At least they know that I'm a businessman. And you... you don't look like the empire at first glance. It would be fine if you buy it in small quantities. When you open your mouth, you'll have to pay such a large amount of ten boxes. If they are willing to sell you, that's good."

"Strategic materials... stone."

Amy felt angry and funny.

"Did you see those boxes?" she said, pointing to the mountains of goods on the row of small carts behind her, "They are filled with iron weapons, which are much sharper and more solid than obsidian."

"Iron? I haven't heard of materials." The leader of the caravan explored the cart, "How many weapons are there?"

"Swords, two-handed axes, one-handed axes, flying axes, shields, can be used for more than 2,000 people in total. There are also a series of armor such as mail, helmets, arm armor, etc., which can be equipped with more than 300 people in total. This is only a part. In our headquarters, all the weapons can be installed with a team of 10,000 people."

The merchant shook his head: "Since that's the case, I'm afraid you are not suitable to go in this direction."

"Why?"

"The final destination in this direction is a city-state where craftsmen gather, so obsidian sells well. But I'm not sure if those craftsmen who make a living by making weapons will welcome such a large group of foreign weapons to grab business with them. And..."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The merchant looked at the boxes of obsidian in his caravan.

"If the sales of obsidian weapons are reduced, you and I will not be able to sell them, right?"

Amy suddenly woke up. After all, she lacked experience in running a business. She only saw that the trade route in the price list given by Pocht Cartel was profitable. She never expected that Obsidian and her iron weapons were in conflict with each other in trade.

"The best place to sell weapons is the capital of Aztlan, Tenochititlan. As for your obsidian..."

The leader of the caravan grinned

"I just used four cocoa beans to collect them, how about it?"

"……make a deal."

"It's refreshing! Let me buy ten boxes of obsidian at this price, which is also difficult to buy. You save this time and go to Tenochtitlan to sell weapons, and you can make some money. This is called everyone with money..."

Seeing Amy agreeing, the caravan leader walked towards the small cart with obsidian on his own, and took out the purse while opening the box. It would be fine if he didn't look at it, but when he saw it, his body immediately bounced:

"I said, when you bought obsidian, did he sell the box at the outermost warehouse to you?"

Amy saw something wrong in his face: "We moved it ourselves, what's wrong?"

"It's over, this is what cheated you outsiders."

The merchant shook his head, grabbed a piece of obsidian from the box, and knocked it in the corner of the box, and the obsidian shattered.

In Amy's shocked gaze, the caravan leader shook his head and stuffed his purse back into his clothes.

"This is the worst quality obsidian, I don't want it."

“…How much is this batch of obsidian worth.”

"This batch of goods is almost impossible to use as a weapon. In fact, it is worthless." The leader of the caravan looked at Amy with mercy, "You are being cheated."

A trace of astonishment appeared on Amy's face.

"You can help me see." She pulled the caravan leader's hand to other cargo boxes, "What are the quality of these other goods?"

The merchant couldn't refuse and could only inspect the goods in boxes as Amy said. While watching, he shook his head.

"The defective product... This is also a defective product... and this is also a defective product..."

“Are all defective?”

The caravan leader patted the box of wine he snatched: "Only this box is good."

“…Then how much did we lose?”

"Don't be too angry either... You can learn from your mistakes, right?"

The leader of the caravan smiled awkwardly.

"Don't you have other goods of your own? I believe you will definitely make a comeback."

Amy's expression gradually transformed from shock to anger. With a "huh", a raging fire ignited on her body.
Chapter completed!