Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

It's not that the price is too high, but rather too low, even more than 20% lower than the market price.

According to current black market prices, a decent standard-issue rifle, even without a case, costs over a thousand.

A thousand or so, normally it would be a hundred or more.

"Is he clearing out his stock? Or...?"

Holt was about to speak when Price spoke again.

"In addition," Price pulled his hand back and put it in his jacket pocket, "I also have fifty PKP light machine guns. If you want them all, the package price is one million three hundred thousand, and each one comes with one hundred rounds of ammunition."

Upon hearing the number, Holt's breath hitched.

PKP is an old-fashioned game, but that doesn't diminish its power.

It has a 7.62mm caliber, is fed by a 100-round belt, and has a theoretical rate of fire of 650 rounds per minute.

This stuff is far superior to the cheap, mass-produced goods found in workshops on the black market.

If there really were fifty of them...

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

However, the next second, Holt's eyes widened instantly, staring intently at Price. "Fifty PKPs? Where did you get them?"

Price didn't reply, she just looked at him with her face still expressionless.

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Holt suddenly realized he had asked a stupid question.

Who in this kind of business would tell you about their sources of goods?

He leaned back and tapped his fingers unconsciously twice on the table.

One million three hundred thousand.

Fifty PKP rifles plus one thousand HK416s.

At this price, you couldn't even get it for such a low price on the black market, let alone by robbing the UEG's armory.

Holt's worries vanished instantly.

He had initially worried that there was something wrong with the man named Price in front of him, but now it seemed there was nothing wrong with him at all.

No matter what this guy is up to, at such a cheap price, as long as it's not destroyed after just one shot, it's worth it.

"Mr. Price," Holt said slowly after organizing his thoughts, "I do want the goods, but I don't have enough credits, so could we find another way to pay?"

"How so?"

"One million three hundred thousand credits is too much. I can only give you 60%. The rest will be replaced with compressed rations, medical kits, and fuel."

As mentioned earlier, as a globally accepted credit point, its purchasing power is by no means low.

Whether in official, private, or black market transactions, except in special circumstances where gold is used as collateral, credit points are used for all transactions.

Just like in Murphy's previous life, when money is laundered in the gray market, virtual currencies or various expensive luxury goods are often used.

After all, if physical goods were used, it would require several truckloads of supplies, which would cost hundreds of thousands of credits.

Therefore, even though the 13th Gang is a large and wealthy family, it is still quite difficult for them to come up with 130 million credits in one go.

But supplies are different.

The warehouse of the 13th gang had a lot of compressed grain, all of which had been looted from those small relief stations.

As for fuel, they can collect a large quantity every month.

In the market, poor people are starving and freezing, and they would fight tooth and nail for a bowl of hot soup.

But for Holt, who controls the Houston 13 gang, it's no big deal.

Moreover, if he could use physical goods to offset part of the debt, he could save the credits he had available for other purposes.

such as……

"Okay, 60% complete."

Price nodded, took a slip of paper from the inside pocket of his jacket, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

"This is the transaction location, 10 PM the night after tomorrow. Someone will meet you when you arrive."

Holt picked up the note, glanced at it, and then held out his hand.

"Mr. Price, it's a pleasure doing business with you!"

"It's a pleasure working with you!"

The two shook hands, and then Holt turned and left.

Looking at the closed door, Holt suddenly turned around and looked at Giles, who had been standing to the side without saying a word the whole time.

"Boss?"

Giles felt a little uneasy under his gaze and subconsciously asked a question.

Holt didn't say anything, but just plopped down in his chair and slammed the note on the table.

"Gales".

"Yes, boss."

"Once this shipment arrives," Holt looked up, a fierce glint in his eyes, "gather all the brothers and wipe out the Crippled Gang."

"Those rats have been occupying the most lucrative spots in the East District; they should have given them up a long time ago. I tolerated them before because I wasn't confident I could take them down in one go. Now..."

Holt turned to Giles and said, "Now that the weapons are here, I'm going to show them who's in Houston."

Giles opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing Holt's determined look, he swallowed his words.

"Understood, boss, I'll go prepare right away."

"Um."

Holt nodded. "Remember, notify me as soon as the goods arrive. Also, don't remove those informants you've sent out; keep an eye on things and see if anything unusual happens."

"Yes, boss."

Holt glanced at Giles as he left, then looked at the note on the table.

He remembered the name Price.

No matter who this person is, as long as the goods are fine, we'll be friends from now on.

As for what happens after the goods arrive...

Holt crumpled the note into a ball and casually tossed it into the corner trash can.

We can figure it out later after we've wiped out the crippled gang.

On the other side, Price, who had left, did not go far. After crossing three blocks, he turned into an empty alley.

A moment later, Giles appeared at the alley entrance.

"Mr. Price, you're very efficient. I didn't expect that old fox Holt, who's usually so cautious, would agree so readily today."

Price didn't reply, but simply took a thin credit card from the inside pocket of his jacket, held it between his fingers, and handed it over.

"The 50,000 inside is your reward."

Giles' eyes lit up. He reached out and took the card, pressing his thumb on the small screen on the surface.

After staring at the string of zeros for two seconds, Giles's smile deepened.

"Mr. Price, your performance is far more impressive than those of the brokers in the underworld."

"I wish us a pleasant collaboration in the future."

"certainly."

Giles stuffed the credit card into his pocket and quickly left, leaving Price standing alone.

Price brushed off non-existent dust from his jacket, his calm expression fading, replaced by a barely perceptible hint of amusement.

This Giles was even more shrewd than he had anticipated, or rather, even more greedy and short-sighted.

Giles was lying to Holt; he didn't know Price at all and hadn't done any in-depth investigation.

This guy was the one Holt had asked him to go out and gather information, whom he had met by chance on the black market.

After getting to know him a little, Giles discovered that Price, though not a man of many words, was quite capable, generous, and indeed possessed genuine skills.

Giles then had an idea and decided to introduce him to Holt.

As for why he did this, the question was so simple to Giles that it didn't even require thinking.