Building My Empire in the Frozen Apocalypse (Riley Carter) novel Chapter 222

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Chapter 222 The Art Of The Deal

Chapter 222 The Art Of The Deal

“GoldenAbacus: Understood! I’m heading back into the negotiation now.”

“GoldenFlowerSea: By the way, how is the lumber acquisition going?”

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“GoldenAbacus: We’ve already swept up about a third of the loose lumber circulating on the market. Prices on the exchange are starting to climb; people are either waiting or trying to swap for food.”

“GoldenFlowerSea: Hmph, a bunch of idiots.”

GoldenFlowerSea’s voice carried a hint of cold, ruthless mockery.

“Let them sell. Once we hold the vast majority of the energy on the market, and when the next wave of trees is cleared out, they’ll realize their food and stone won’t keep them warm.

“When the energy runs dry and the campfires stop, people start dying.

“When that happens, even if we charge a sky-high 1:20 ratio, those freezing people will crawl to us begging for a deal. High-end materials will devalue, and they’ll be sheep for the slaughter.”

Hearing this made GoldenAbacus’s blood pump with excitement.

This was the power of capital! This was the grand layout of the guild!

In a survival game, controlling resources meant holding the power over life and death!

“GoldenFlowerSea: Go, move fast. And remember-only trade materials, don’t start a fight, and don’t use your personal info. Some high-tier guilds probably have portals now; if we push them to desperation, we don’t want them tracking our coordinates. Use the guild trade link.”

“GoldenAbacus: Roger! I’ll get it done!”

Ending the call with the VP, GoldenAbacus took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and reopened the chat with SpicyBurger.

“GoldenAbacus: Friend, sorry about that, had some business to handle. I’ve reconsidered.” “GoldenAbacus: 1,400 units is a lot. To show our sincerity, I’ll give you a premium rate. I coal

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for 6 wood. We can pay in wood or equivalent stone, iron, or whatever you need. How’s that sound?”

Riley looked at the “1:6” on her screen and let out a soft chuckle.

Only 6? I guess you guys aren’t that desperate after all.

She popped a potato chip into her mouth, in no hurry to reply.

She waited.

The art of negotiation was simple: whoever got anxious first, lost.

Sure enough, two minutes passed without a word from Riley, and GoldenAbacus messaged again.

“GoldenAbacus: Friend, this is already a high price. You know the market; lumber is

up, but it’s an artificial peak. Once everyone levels up and clears more trees, the price will crash. Selling now is hitting the top of the market.”

Riley typed back slowly.

“SpicyBurger: Is that so? I have a feeling it’s only going to get colder. I can burn this coal myself for a very long time. If I trade for a pile of stones, it’s not like I can hug rocks for warmth.”

“SpicyBurger: Actually, never mind, I’ll just keep it. I’m not exactly hurting for supplies anyway.”

This “retreating to advance” move hit GoldenAbacus right in his weak spot.

He wasn’t afraid of her asking for a lot; he was terrified she’d stop selling entirely!

“GoldenAbacus: Wait! Don’t be like that! We can talk!”

“GoldenAbacus: Look, 1:6.5! That is truly the absolute limit for the guild! And I can pay you in rare materials!”

Riley still didn’t budge.

“SpicyBurger: I’m a reasonable person. But this is premium anthracite-long-burning, non- toxic. You know burning low-grade wood in a sealed room causes poisoning. This is life-saving

stuff.”

“SpicyBurger: 1 to 8. I’m not talking for a single point less.”

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“GoldenAbacus: 1 to 8?! That’s insane! The market rate is 1 to 4.5 at best!”

“SpicyBurger: Then forget it. I’m going to bed; I’ve been out all day and I’m exhausted.”

Seeing the word “exhausted,” GoldenAbacus slapped his thigh in frustration.

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