Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

"Take a look around, sir. All these daggers require a minimum order of five hundred."

The stall supervisor glanced at Yang Ling, his tone dismissive. Clearly, he didn't believe this man would actually purchase these daggers.

"Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Throwing Daggers. What's your price?"

Yang Ling examined one of the daggers. The quality and craftsmanship were actually superior to those forged by the Master Craftsman himself, or even the batch he'd previously purchased.

The stall supervisor froze for a moment, then immediately perked up.

"Sir, you're interested in the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Throwing Daggers? One piece costs fifty taels, minimum order of five hundred."

"The price is acceptable. Can you give me a discount? I'm buying in bulk."

"Can't discount it. Everything from the Divine Armaments Pavilion has guaranteed quality. We don't sell at reduced prices."

The man shook his head firmly.