Douluo V: Daily Intelligence - I Want All of Tang San's Opportunities

Su Yuntao's heart skipped a beat.

He certainly wanted to take it for free, but the problem was, once he took it for free, he would feel embarrassed to take more.

Taking too little will inevitably increase the chances of being exposed.

Su Yuntao immediately said seriously:

"Master Wang, you're in business. Scrap metal is still metal. If I take things without paying, what will become of my reputation in Notting City? Just pay me the normal price, that way I'll feel more at ease taking it."

Seeing his stubbornness, the blacksmith Wang didn't press him and waved his hand:

"Alright, alright, I admire your sense of propriety and adherence to rules. The backyard is on the left, just go through that small door. Go pick it yourself, and once you've chosen, bring it over and weigh it. It'll all be treated as scrap metal, and we'll charge you three copper soul coins per pound."

Su Yuntao glanced at the pile of scrap in the backyard, which was piled up like a small mountain. He had already made up his mind that he did not intend to take just that piece of star-patterned meteorite iron.

Star-patterned meteorite iron is a treasure, but it's a treasure hidden in the dark. To be on the surface, he needs to buy some real scrap iron as a cover.

"Master Wang, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Su Yuntao grinned and stepped into the backyard.

He first seriously selected a pile of real scrap metal: broken plowshares, shattered shovels, and chipped kitchen knives, piecing together a large amount that he estimated to weigh one or two hundred pounds.

These things can actually be used to make a few farm tools, so it's not entirely a waste.

Then, following the golden coordinates on his retina, he casually pulled the dark, star-patterned meteorite out of the pile of stepping stones.

His fingertips trembled slightly when he picked up the star-patterned meteorite.

Seven pounds and two ounces of star-patterned meteorite iron, with a market value of two thousand gold soul coins.

What does two thousand gold soul coins mean?

The original owner only received ten gold soul coins per month, which means that even if she didn't eat or drink for a whole year, she would only receive one hundred and twenty gold soul coins.

In the past two years, in order to make Sisi happy, he bought her jade hairpins and gave her rouge and face powder. All the money he had painstakingly saved was spent on her, leaving him penniless.

But now, he's about to receive two thousand gold soul coins?

"Okay, things will get better later."

He muttered something to himself, stuffed the star-patterned meteorite iron into the bottom of the pile of scrap metal, and dragged it back to the shop.

"Master Wang, that's all. Could you weigh it for me?"

Wang the blacksmith glanced at the pile of things, then casually picked up the scrap iron and hung it on the scale:

"Alright, a total of 152 jin, I'll give you 150 jin, 450 copper soul coins."

450 copper soul coins, which is equivalent to four and a half gold soul coins.

Su Yuntao took out his money bag and poured out the last five gold soul coins inside.

Aside from those five gold soul coins, he didn't have a single copper soul coin left in his pocket, but without the slightest hesitation, he slapped the five gold soul coins onto the counter and smiled slightly:

"Master Wang, here's five gold soul coins for you, keep the change."

Wang the blacksmith stared wide-eyed:

"Steward Su, this is unacceptable! One hundred and fifty catties of scrap iron is worth at most four hundred and fifty copper soul coins, and you're giving me only five gold soul coins?"

"Master Wang, if you put this pile of stuff at another iron shop, they would ask for at least seven or eight pieces." Su Yuntao lied without changing his expression. "You're so generous, I can't let you suffer a loss. The rest is for you to drink. I'll need to trouble you often in the future."

Wang the blacksmith felt pleased by his words, chuckled, and accepted the money.

"Alright, you're always so meticulous! If we ever need iron again, just come anytime."

Su Yuntao bent down and slung the bundle of scrap iron over his shoulder.

One hundred and fifty-two catties.

If it were Lin Tao, the office worker from his previous life, he wouldn't have been able to lift it, let alone carry it. But Su Yuntao is now a level 26 Great Soul Master, and his body, tempered by soul power, is much stronger than that of an ordinary person.

With over 100 pounds of iron on his shoulders, he felt heavy, but not to the point where he couldn't walk.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Su Yuntao walked a few steps along the street before heading straight back to the Spirit Hall. Carrying so much scrap iron would hinder his next move.

Putting down the scrap metal, Su Yuntao squatted down, pulled the star-patterned meteorite iron out from under the pile of scrap metal, put it in his pocket and hid it close to his body, and then thought about his destination.

At this time, although there were many wealthy people in the East City where he was located, it was mainly the Martial Spirit Hall, the City Lord's Mansion, and the residences of various families. Even if there were a few shops, they were all small shops like Wang's Blacksmith Shop. There were not many shops that actually dealt in large-scale commodity transactions.

The largest metals and weapons trading market in Nottingham is in the North City.

The reason is simple: the Soul Hunting Forest, located 400 miles northeast of Notting City, is where the Empire raises soul beasts. Every day, countless soul masters come and go. Teams that need supplies after hunting soul beasts, blacksmith shops that forge weapons, and merchants that recycle soul beast materials are all concentrated in the North City area.

The shops there handle an enormous amount of metal ores and weapons every day.

Of course, there was another, more important reason why Su Yuntao chose Beicheng: he didn't want Wang the blacksmith to know that he had gotten a huge bargain.

Although Wang the blacksmith is a good person, you can't judge a book by its cover.

Today he just bought scrap iron from Wang's blacksmith shop, and then immediately sold star-patterned meteorite iron at a high price in the same market. Once the news gets out, Wang the blacksmith might have some doubts.

Although Wang the blacksmith was a good person, Su Yuntao did not want to leave too many hidden dangers on this line.

If the intelligence system ever discovers similar hidden treasures in the scrap metal again, he hopes to continue sourcing from Wang the blacksmith.

"Let's head to the north of the city then."

Su Yuntao traversed the streets and alleys, crossing half of the city from the east and heading towards the north.

The further north you go, the harsher the atmosphere becomes on the streets.

The eastern part of the city is filled with the aroma of tea, cosmetics, and wealth, while the northern part is permeated with a rough smell of rust, herbs, and spirit beast fur mixed together.

The roadside shops have also visibly changed.

The tea shops and jewelry shops in the East City have disappeared, replaced by a row of "ore shops", "blacksmith shops" and "weapon workshops", with signs hanging at the door that read "buying century-old spiritual herbs" or "selling soul guides".

Occasionally, Soul Masters wearing leather armor and carrying weapons would come out of the shop, discussing topics such as how good the Soul Rings they got that day.

Su Yuntao walked along, scanning the signs on the street.

"Zhao Family Ironware", "Old Chen's Weapon Shop", "Wanjin Ore Shop"...

After passing three shops, he stopped.

A two-story building with black tiles and blue bricks, its facade is much more impressive than the shops next to it. The mahogany door is wide open, and you can see rows of shelves inside filled with metal blocks of various colors, which gleam with a cold light of blue or red under the lights.

A plaque hangs above the doorway, with white background and black characters, written in a vigorous and powerful style:

Kingstone Bookstore