Chapter 939: Chapter 937: Still Not Satisfied
Before anyone realized it, the news that Chu Hao was selling True Yang Thunderballs spread, and even some minor generals wanted to try them out.
Initially, everyone acted quite aloof, after all, most of their ranks were much higher than Chu Hao’s.
Some of them even wanted to use their ranks to pressure the price down and make small demands.
In the end, they were all chased out by Chu Hao.
Ten days passed.
White Impermanence looked at his Underworld Mobile Phone, which was filled with a considerable amount of Underworld Currency dividends, and his ghostly white face broke into a wide smile.
White Impermanence exclaimed excitedly, "At this rate, we could become the richest in Fengdu!"
Based on this earning pace, we’d absolutely become filthy rich.
However, Chu Hao shook his head and said, "Bro, there’s no need to bring these people tomorrow."
White Impermanence asked, puzzled, "Why not?"
Chu Hao sighed and said, "These guys are too broke. In ten days, we only made a little over four million Underworld Currency, and the amounts of Corpse Monsters and Yin Souls are even less."
"Ding... Host successfully showed off, White Impermanence suffered critical damage, gaining 7000 Pretentiousness Points."
White Impermanence almost spat blood.
Making four million Underworld Currency in ten days, and you’re saying that’s still not enough?
Bear in mind, four million Underworld Currency is his salary for four years.
You earn the equivalent of my four or five years’ salary in ten days, and you still say it’s not enough.
The gap, how can it be so big?
Chu Hao said, "Starting tomorrow, if it’s less than five Thunderballs, I won’t take the order."
Five True Yang Thunderballs, ten million Underworld Currency.
Providing Corpse Monsters would also need fifteen thousand Corpse Monsters, plus a manufacturing cost of two and a half million Underworld Currency.
Providing Yin Souls would require fifteen thousand Yin Souls, with a manufacturing cost of one million Underworld Currency.
White Impermanence drew in a sharp breath and said, "Wha—wha—won’t these requirements be too high?"
"Not high at all."
White Impermanence reluctantly told others about Chu Hao’s conditions.
The news spread immediately.
And it caused an uproar.
A group of generals spurred another group of generals into action.
Early the next morning, dozens of army generals gathered outside the villa, just waiting for Chu Hao to come out, and they swarmed in.
But then the order requirements changed.
Orders with less than five are not accepted!
There’s a saying—
You’re freaking kidding me!
"Orders with less than five are not accepted? What the hell, man."
"Ahh! I just met the requirement with three, now it has to be five before I can place an order. Does this guy even want to do business?"
"Damn! I put all my savings together from years to buy four True Yang Thunderballs, someone lend me some Underworld Currency."
"This kid is messing with us; forget it, I’m not buying anymore."
"What the f**k, a Centurion is playing us?"
"Ding... Host’s grand act garnered 7000 Pretentiousness Points."
Some generals were angry and said they wouldn’t buy it, but upon second thought, if they didn’t buy, they wouldn’t gain any merits.
"Move aside, if you don’t buy, I will."
The conditions suddenly became very high, causing huge emotional fluctuations among everyone; they really wanted to talk to Chu Hao.
But thinking about it, selling or not selling is Chu Hao’s business, and they can’t do much about it.
Chu Hao’s terms shook off countless generals; where on earth would they find so much Underworld Currency!
Moreover, the vast number of Corpse Monsters alone was enough to give them a headache for a long time; the minor generals complained one after another.
Then, White Impermanence suggested an idea, saying, "Everyone can crowdfund."
Crowdfund.
That means several generals pool funds to make a purchase together.
Reluctantly, many generals had no choice but to do so.
...
The next day.
Luan Yu came outside and saw a group of generals standing at the villa gate, and he was startled.
"What’s going on!" Luan Yu was confused.
"He’s here, open the door quickly."
"Open the door soon."
There were too many of these generals, almost all from the Nanjing area of Fengdu, with over a hundred of them, including Centurions, Chiliarchs, Military Generals, Ghost Cultivators, etc.
Luan Yu was merely a Military General, he had never seen such a large number of bigwigs; he was dumbfounded and quickly ran inside to notify Chu Hao.
"Master, things are bad, a bunch of generals outside is about to break in." Luan Yu said frantically.
Chu Hao was originally sleeping, but upon hearing that someone’s at his doorstep, he couldn’t take it lying down?
He leapt from the villa’s second-floor room directly outside, and the Ritian Stick slammed into the ground, causing a slight tremor.
"Which bastard is giving me trouble?"
Chu Hao’s aura was absolutely terrifying, scorching like the sun; the dazzling Yang Energy almost melted the weaker generals, making them back off and inhale sharply.
"Ding... Host’s domineering aura garnered 7000 Pretentiousness Points."
This was Chu Hao; his time in the Underworld wasn’t long, but rumors say his true strength is exceptionally terrifying.
Even some Chiliarchs were startled, feeling more mystified by him.
Chu Hao looked around at the Ghost Generals outside the villa and said, "Got business with me?"
A general awkwardly said, "We are here to purchase True Yang Thunderballs."
Chu Hao was taken aback, then glared at Luan Yu.
Luan Yu lowered his head, nearly causing a misunderstanding.
Chu Hao said leisurely, "Less than five and I won’t take the order."
Immediately a general said, "Five, I want to purchase five."
"I want to purchase five too."
Chu Hao was overjoyed hearing this, thinking, "These guys are actually pretty wealthy."
He put away his Ritian Stick and put on a smile, saying, "Luan Yu, attend to the guests."
"Yes."
As a result, this day turned out to be more profitable than ever before.
He had ten business orders come in.
Sixty-eight million Underworld Currency.
In addition to a hundred and twenty thousand Corpse Monsters, and sixty thousand Yin Souls.
Luan Yu was completely in awe of Chu Hao, managing business transactions to such an extent, he almost couldn’t imagine it, just stood by collecting money, with large amounts of Underworld Currency continuously flowing into the account.
After handling these ten deals, Chu Hao happily said, "Today’s business was good, go buy some nice food and drink for the brothers at the back mountain."
Luan Yu said, "Yes."
White Impermanence returned, absolutely impressed.
"Little bro, you—you’re going to defy the heavens." White Impermanence was absolutely impressed.
Yet, Chu Hao was still not fully satisfied.
One hundred million Underworld Currency can only buy a Fifth Order Curse Mark, and he figured his current earnings could buy one.
But ultimately, the amount of Corpse Monsters and Yin Souls was too little.
If there were Corpse Monsters from Xu Wei and Elder Nan, now that would be real profit.
Chu Hao said, "Bro, can you bring in some big fish? Most of these generals can’t afford anymore."
White Impermanence said, "Big fish? Unless it’s the Myriarch, I can give it a try."
Chu Hao shook his head and said, "Besides the Myriarch, are there no other rich people in the Underworld?"
White Impermanence slapped his forehead, saying, "Little bro truly opened my eyes, there are plenty of rich folks in Fengdu, especially some young masters who have long wanted to nab a position."
Chu Hao smiled, "Let’s go with them."
White Impermanence thought it over and immediately left the villa to make contacts.
Furthermore, Chu Hao’s reputation absolutely exploded.
Because the generals who purchased True Yang Thunderballs all set off for the Manggu Battlefield and returned with bountiful harvests.
Some of the generals got their wish and were promoted.
ps: Recommend a book, "Urban Yin-Yang Doctor," a friend wrote it, a supernatural novel, it’s quite good.
