Chapter 83: The Pinnacle of Copper Coins
Huang Yunshuo nearly smashed Old Song’s head with an iron ore. Two thousand ores? Why don’t you just rob me? My Grade 9 ores are the same size as Grade 8, yet Grade 9 sells for fifty copper coins while Grade 8 fetches four hundred—eight times the price for the same volume. And you, you want to price my Grade 7 iron ore, which is five times the size of Grade 8, just as five times the value of Grade 8? Then what’s the point of its Grade 7 value?
“One word: twelve thousand copper coins. Will you sell or not?” Huang Yunshuo demanded angrily. The old man’s previous offer of ten thousand copper coins had already hit his bottom line, so if he wanted to buy now, he’d have to pay more.
“Heh heh heh, well…” Old Song scratched inside his sleeve awkwardly, as if itching, but said nothing.
“I’m done here. Goodbye.” Huang Yunshuo turned to leave, only to hear Old Song’s panicked cry from behind: “Hey, hey, adventurer! I’ll buy Grade 8 and 9 ores for a high price, absolutely high price!”
He didn’t bother to respond, preferring to consult Brother Wang later.
Arriving at the roaring, crowded Southtown market, Huang Yunshuo forcefully shoved all the players aside and stood at the center of the plaza.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He fired three rockets skyward, each roaring with explosive force and trailing a long plume of smoke, detonating spectacularly twenty meters above.
“Oh my god!!”
The surrounding players, startled by the sudden barrage, scrambled backwards as if fleeing a plague, leaving Huang Yunshuo a clear space four or five meters wide.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, “Selling iron ore! Three Grade 9 iron ores to claim rewards from Old Song—don’t miss your chance, hurry up!”
Most players looked bewildered, but a few had their eyes light up. Without hesitation, these players shoved aside their peers and rushed forward excitedly, encircling Huang Yunshuo.
“Boss, how much?”
Huang Yunshuo glanced into his backpack. After breaking fourteen pickaxes—two destroyed by accident—he’d mined a total of three hundred thirty-eight Grade 9 iron ores and fifty-one Grade 8 ores.
Since Old Song had tried to extort him, Huang Yunshuo had thirty-one extra Grade 8 ores he refused to sell to him. Brother Wang, a master blacksmith, surely needed iron ore; if his offer wasn’t much lower than four hundred copper coins, Huang Yunshuo would sell them all.
“Three hundred thirty-eight—just one short of three hundred thirty-nine, not divisible by three. Ah, it’s killing my OCD.”
He grabbed eight Grade 9 iron ores and opened a trade with his fourth cousin.
“Seven hundred copper coins.”
Within three seconds, she swiftly deposited the coins and confirmed the trade.
“This woman’s sharp, her mind’s quick,” Huang Yunshuo thought admiringly. He’d foolishly dumped his ores on Old Song, not realizing his cousin could instantly see through the situation—clearly born for this kind of business.
“Three Grade 9 iron ores for two hundred eighty copper coins—one hundred ten sets, first come, first served. Cash for goods, only copper coins! Hurry, hurry, hurry!”
He called out, seeing trade requests pop up.
The first player completed the deal and bolted north.
Two hundred eighty copper coins, instantly flipped for three hundred, netting twenty copper and four thousand credit points—damn, what a profit!
Four thousand credit points—on the Starry Sky streaming platform, that’s forty airplanes or three yachts. The earnings were staggering.
One after another, players quietly and excitedly traded with him, then rushed north as if racing against fate, leaving many others confused.
More and more players realized what was happening and frantically crowded in, cursing anyone blocking their way and even breaking into fights on the spot. Those still clueless wore blank expressions.
Three hundred thirty iron ores, one hundred ten sets—seemed a lot, but the trades were lightning-fast.
Huang Yunshuo’s hand speed was superb, and his eye for detail sharp. Whoever submitted the correct copper amount, he immediately confirmed the trade.
The system chimed with successful transactions, copper coins pouring into his backpack, until the Grade 9 iron ores were gone.
“Nothing left?!”
The unlucky players who missed out were furious—just lost four thousand credit points!
Damn it, damn it!
“You fools—short legs and slow minds. A hundred ten slots and none for you, how is that my fault?”
Huang Yunshuo smirked, suppressing his exhilaration as he pushed through the crowd to the blacksmith’s shop.
Thirty-one thousand five hundred copper coins!
That was his current balance—glorious, unstoppable, explosive!
Seeing that number, he felt dizzy with excitement.
If sold, that would be six point three million credit points.
Liao, the prophet, had transferred him fifteen million credit points, but it hadn’t felt thrilling; money gained so easily never felt as satisfying.
Money earned by one’s own hands brings real accomplishment and security in spending.
With cash in hand, Huang Yunshuo’s confidence soared—he felt he could take on any rich man, press him to the ground, and win.
On the universal store, he swept up eighty-one Eternal Crystal Fragments, buying them all for less than fifteen hundred copper coins—a mere drizzle compared to his wealth.
After ten syntheses, Huang Yunshuo held a flawless Eternal Crystal, blazing with dazzling light, and entered the blacksmith’s shop.
“You’re here!”
Wang Dazhu greeted him, once again resting leisurely.
He first eyed Huang Yunshuo’s rocket launcher, relieved to see it intact, then his gaze locked onto the flawless crystal in Huang Yunshuo’s hand.
Huang Yunshuo laughed inwardly.
Back in the morning, a basic flawless Eternal Crystal was priceless—he’d spent everything for one. Now, though, it was barely worth fifteen hundred copper coins.
But Wang Dazhu, a reclusive blacksmith NPC, was oblivious to market changes. Seeing his reaction, Huang Yunshuo felt a little relieved.
“Well, Brother Wang, here’s the Eternal Crystal as promised—good enough for you?” Huang Yunshuo shamelessly asked.
“Good, very good! I can embed this crystal in my hammer, greatly boosting my forging speed, strength, and even increasing the success rate for high-level equipment!”
“There’s a failure rate?”
Huang Yunshuo’s heart lurched.
Wang Dazhu smiled wryly. “Of course—no equipment is guaranteed to succeed… Your rocket launcher, for example, had only an eighty-five percent success rate—it’s high, but not perfect.”
Huang Yunshuo immediately asked, “If I give you another flawless crystal to embed in the furnace, will the forging success rate improve?”
He wasn’t spending money aimlessly—this was all for his own benefit.
The rocket launcher was the simplest of the three essential pieces of equipment, yet still had a fifteen percent failure rate. What about alloy armor, or the propulsion device?
If he failed even once, Huang Yunshuo felt his whole life would collapse.