World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 178 - 178 One Two Six Make a fortune!

178: One Two Six: Make a fortune!

Torment Gui Qinshao!_2 178: One Two Six: Make a fortune!

Torment Gui Qinshao!_2 Duke Zhi Ting, although favored by the King, found himself in the center of the storm and feared that he would suffer.

“If there were not immense benefits to be had, I really wouldn’t be doing this, nor would I dare to,” said Duke Zhi Ting.

“I truly worry whether I can weather this storm with my frail body.”

Suo Lun assured, “You definitely can.”

“I hope so,” Duke Zhi Ting replied.

“However, our story must be consistent to the outside world.

Just say I was enjoying myself in the East Sea when the Gui Clan’s navy suddenly attacked me.

In the darkness, I mistook them for pirates, so I immediately retaliated and, unfortunately, annihilated the Gui Clan’s navy.”

Suo Lun nodded and said, “Understood.”

Zhi Ting continued, “Don’t mention Chaos Stone Island at all, nor that the Gui Clan’s navy came to attack your Chaos Stone Island, and you should not even appear in the narrative.

You are too fragile right now to withstand such a storm.”

“Understood,” replied Suo Lun.

At present, Suo Lun’s best option was to be forgotten by all.

His sole objective was to amass an astronomical amount of Gold Coins and then gather a mighty army to take back Tianshui City within three months.

If he became entangled in this storm, he would be facing not just trouble, but disaster.

Duke Zhi Ting glanced at Suo Lun and said, “It’s truly comforting to speak with someone intelligent.

But, you are quite ruthless, young man, killing those more than two thousand Gui Clan navy troops without batting an eye.”

Suo Lun replied sheepishly, “Well, I wasn’t the one who did the killing.”

You rascal, thick-skinned and black-hearted, I see promise in you,” Duke Zhi Ting said.

“Come, let’s go inspect our salt fields and see if the miracle really defies nature as you claimed.

If not, you will have truly doomed me.”

“Please follow me,” Suo Lun said.

…

By this time, dawn had broken.

The battlefield had been completely cleared up.

Duke Zhi Ting’s main force hadn’t even landed on Chaos Stone Island but remained at sea with the Building Ship Fleet.

Only a few experts closely followed Duke Zhi Ting.

Suo Lun first took Duke Zhi Ting to see the salt fields, explaining as they went along.

He led the way and explained while Duke Zhi Ting, with his hands clasped behind his back, nodded continuously.

This scene seemed somewhat familiar, as if from a news program on CCAV in the twenty-first century.

Meanwhile, endless provisions of grain, vegetables, fruits, and meats were being transported from the ships to the castle in small boats.

Although they couldn’t cheer aloud, the hearts of the salt workers on Chaos Stone Island and the Suo samurai were filled with immense joy.

With so much food, possibly weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds, they had enough to last more than half a year, and they could eat rice instead of just porridge.

With grain in the hand, the heart is at ease.

Not to mention the availability of fish and meat.

The days on Chaos Stone Island couldn’t get any more prosperous.

All this had been brought by their master, Suo Lun.

In the most perilous moment, he arrived like a savior from the heavens with his army, rescuing everyone on Chaos Stone Island.

He also brought an astronomical quantity of food.

Truly, he seemed capable of anything.

Whether salt workers or Suo samurai, they watched Suo Lun’s figure with passionate admiration.

Master Suo Lun was truly omnipotent!

…

Suo Lun’s explanations were meticulous, and Zhi Ting listened intently.

Suddenly, Duke Zhi Ting said, “Suo Lun, although I have not yet seen the results of this so-called sun-curing salt method, you claim it’s a revolution in the salt industry, and that it can increase production and efficiency by more than tenfold.

Aren’t you afraid that I could learn it, and then start my own venture?”

Suo Lun replied, “Of course, and I would have no objections even if Your Grace decided to start his own operation.”

Duke Zhi Ting looked at Suo Lun with a sigh and said, “You’re really damn smart, knowing exactly what to want and what’s most important.”

His words were vague, but the understanding between him and Suo Lun had already moved beyond mere mutual interest.

However, the implications of this were well understood between them and could never be spoken aloud.

Now, the salt fields on Chaos Stone Island had reached six to seven thousand acres.

Duke Zhi Ting was panting by the time he reached the last row of crystallizing ponds.

Despite the fierce battle the night before, the salt workers had to harvest salt from the crystallizing ponds early in the morning.

Across the vast crystallizing ponds, after the brine was drained, a thick layer of salt covered the entire pond.

The workers used wooden pushers to gather the salt, which soon accumulated into a small mountain.

And before my eyes, there were dozens, if not hundreds of pools.

Atop each pool, fresh salt crystals had accumulated.

In Duke Zhi Ting’s eyes, this wasn’t just salt—it was gleaming gold coins.

He excitedly asked, “All this salt put together, it must weigh around twenty to thirty thousand catties?”

“Roughly eighty thousand catties.” Suo Lun said.

“Eighty thousand?” Duke Zhi Ting exclaimed, “Then, then how long did it take to produce all this?”

“Less than two days.” Suo Lun said.

Instantly, Duke Zhi Ting was completely astounded; this was just the yield from less than ten thousand mu of salt fields.

That is, if tens of thousands of mu, or even a hundred thousand mu were cultivated.

Then…

then how much salt would there be in a year—one hundred million catties?

Perhaps even more.

Moreover, compared to boiling salt, this method of sun-drying salt had almost no cost.

Should he wish, he could completely monopolize the salt industry of the Rage Wave Kingdom.

By then, how much money could be made?

At once, Duke Zhi Ting’s eyes turned green with envy, for a year could easily yield hundreds of thousands, if not two hundred thousand gold coins.

Even if only half of that went into his hands, that’s still a hundred thousand.

This… In just two years, the earned money would be enough to last a lifetime.

Over the last decade, through unscrupulous means, he managed to amass only about two hundred thousand gold coins, and his reputation had been thoroughly tarnished.

Since meeting Suo Lun, only then had he truly struck it rich.

And with each fortune larger than the last, he could really become a nation’s rival in wealth, able to contend with the wealth of the Zhi Li sisters.

Next, Suo Lun took him into the large warehouse.

Immediately, heaps of salt towering like mountains assaulted his senses, pouring into Duke Zhi Ting’s eyes.

Several million catties of salt, piled together like a great white mountain, indeed had a visually stunning impact.

“How…

how much salt is this?” Duke Zhi Ting asked, his voice trembling.

“Over three million catties,” Suo Lun said.

“And this is just the yield from past experimental production, barely a drop in the bucket.”

Duke Zhi Ting looked at Suo Lun in disbelief and said, “You…

you’re truly a genius, a genius among geniuses, literally turning stones into gold.

We’re going to make a fortune.”

Yes, Suo Lun was going to make a fortune.

Despite the fact that the salt before him was only three million catties, worth only a few thousand gold coins.

But this salt field, and the future yield, turned gold coins into mere figures.

…

Suo Lun and Ye Jingyu stepped into the dungeon of the small castle.

Gui Qinshao, still unconscious, lay on a wooden bed inside the cell, unresponsive.

As she leapt down, Suo Lun indeed did not catch her, letting her fall to the ground.

However, the eunuch expert by his side quickly used his buddhist dust to cushion her fall, preventing the ill fate of Gui Qinshao being shattered to pieces.

Gui Qinshao certainly couldn’t die; otherwise, Gui Xingfu would go mad and certainly cause utter destruction.

Every man has his weak spot—Suo Lun’s is Suo Ningbing, and Gui Xingfu’s are his wife, Turing Si, and daughter, Gui Qinshao.

“Now, she’s completely unconscious, and all her meridians are locked, right?” Suo Lun asked.

“Yes, she’s been drugged, unconscious but faintly aware, without any strength in her body,” Ye Jingyu replied.

“So, you can take your revenge completely, you can do whatever you want to her.”

Ye Jingyu’s voice sounded somewhat peculiar, as if she hoped Suo Lun would do as he pleased, yet at the same time, she seemed reluctant.

Looking at Gui Qinshao’s alluring, soul-snatching face and her devilish curves, Suo Lun’s eyes narrowed.

Here lay a woman so beautiful that even royalty dared not marry.

This woman, who once brought Suo Lun such humiliation, had finally fallen into his hands.

“I was never a saint nor a nun,” Suo Lun said with a cold laugh.

“To fall into my hands, you’re out of luck, Gui Qinshao!”

…

Note: Delivering the first update; the first thing I did after getting up from the hotel this morning was to write.

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