"Oh!...You have three thousand horses...Not bad, not bad, Uncle Wu, you go with him and make sure to bring all the horses to our house." Qin Mo originally thought it was just a small piece of meat, but it turned out to be a big one. Three hundred horses and three thousand horses are completely different things.

"Mozi, you've snatched it all up again!...Ahhhhhh!" Qin Yumu went crazy. Qin Mo first won 50,000 taels of silver from Wang Renbi, then won two sets of weapons from Wang Yuyan, and now he's stolen 3,000 horses from the Prince of Chenliu. Qin Yumu is also a prince, so why can't he catch up?

The servants of the Prince of Chenliu’s mansion fled as soon as they heard “the military camp of the Prince of Heng’s mansion in Fengtai.” In no time, Qin Mo’s fearsome reputation spread throughout the noble circles of the capital.

His subordinates fought a pyrrhic victory against the Wang family's battle-hardened elite forces, and Huang Seshu was cut in half at the waist in Xizhou Street. Moreover, with the mysterious and unpredictable Great Elf Allen and countless cultivators and soldiers at his beck and call, even their own master might not be willing to confront Qin Mo head-on; wouldn't they, these shrimps, be swallowed whole?

"My lord... could we exchange the money from selling the horses for salt and iron?" Qiangba also felt that this nobleman was different from the other nobles. Although he was full of arrogance, he did not have an arrogant demeanor.

"Oh! I can decide on the salt, but I don't know about iron. You can discuss it with my military steward." Qin Mo basically doesn't interfere with the specifics of negotiating prices. He's not particularly familiar with the market prices of various goods in the Great Xia Dynasty, and he lacks experience in business dealings.

Huba and Huqi called to their herdsmen to drive the horses and follow Wu Shengze. Qin Mo looked at the two brothers, who were eyeing the salt with longing, and said, "Are you two interested in trading sea salt?"