The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Seafarm Group

“Will Tycoon Boss even agree to this?”

“Probably, if the price is right. She wouldn’t have to work the market again.”

“So that means we’ll never get to buy these potatoes and sweet potatoes anymore?”

“It’s over for us. Even if she leaves a little, we’ll never get them at this price again.”

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Nervous chatter rippled through the line as customers voiced their anxieties. Elizabeth adopted an air of utter confusion and looked at Richie, her tone light and innocent. “Seafarm Group? What’s that? Am I supposed to be impressed?”

Richie blinked, momentarily caught off guard, before his expression sharpened with pride. “Seventy percent of the Kingdom’s produce comes from Seafarm Group. That should answer your question.”

Elizabeth nodded as if she finally understood, then frowned in genuine confusion. “So you’re important? If you’re so important, why are you trying to buy out my tiny stall?“”

Richie’s smile slipped for a heartbeat, clearly unprepared for her lack of deference.

She showed him not a trace of respect or intimidation.

He dropped the arrogance and pressed forward, his tone heavy. “Ms. Schofield, let’s cut the nonsense. Selling to us is your best option. There’s no downside.”

He deliberately used her real last name, showing her he had done his research.

Elizabeth caught the implication, her eyes flashing cold for a moment, but her smile never faded. “No downside? And what if I say no?”

Richie’s gaze narrowed, his words carrying weight. “Maybe you don’t realize, Ms. Schofield, the Imperial Produce Association was founded by Seafarm Group.”

Elizabeth looked completely unimpressed. “So what? Are you going to force me to sell?”

“Of course not,” Richie replied, his smile tight and insincere. “But here’s some advice. If you want to keep selling farm goods, you’ll never escape Seafarm Group’s reach.”

The threat was crystal clear.

He might have been exaggerating, but Seafarm Group really did control the Kingdom’s produce market and distribution.

That 70% market share even covered exclusive royal and military contracts.

Their influence was almost mythic.

Plenty of small farmers had been bankrupted for refusing to cooperate,

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Chapter 133 Seafarm Group

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Fiona leaned over and quickly whispered the group’s history into Elizabeth’s ear. Elizabeth took it in, her eyes calm as she faced Richie. Then she beamed at him, her smile dazzling. “Thanks for the warning, Mr. Buckner. Since you’re not forcing me. I’ll gladly sell you every last thing. Why wouldn’t I?”

The crowd’s faces fell, disappointment washing over them at the thought of losing access to such affordable, high–quality food.

Richie looked triumphant, convinced he had won the day.

“In that case, don’t sell another potato or sweet potato. Just tell me the total, and I’ll buy the lot,” Richie said, his voice gentler.

“Alright, wait a moment,” Elizabeth answered without hesitation. She called out, “Potatoes are 180 stellar coins per 3.5 ounces.”

Richie nodded, showing no surprise.

He already knew the market price.

Elizabeth’s smile grew wider. “Don’t rush, Mr. Buckner, I’m not finished. One hundred eighty coins per 3.5 ounces is the retail price, for anyone buying less than 100 pounds. You want bulk, so you get the wholesale

rate.”

Richie’s expression grew even more self–satisfied, pleased with her business acumen.

Elizabeth’s next words rang out, crisp and clear. “Our farm uses tiered wholesale pricing. Less than 100 pounds, one hundred eighty coins per 3.5 ounces. 100 to 200 pounds, 360 coins per 3.5 ounces. 200 to 300 pounds, 720 coins per 3.5 ounces. For every extra 100 pounds, the price doubles from the previous tier. Mr. Buckner, how much do you want?”

Richie’s smugness vanished instantly. His face darkened as if a shadow had fallen across it. “Ms. Schofield, are you messing with me?”

When Elizabeth first brought her potatoes to market, their sales team already heard about her.

They dismissed her as insignificant, just a market peddler.

But after her second sale, rumors started that her produce could soothe mental power.

They paid premium prices for secondhand potatoes, tasted them, and were stunned. That changed everything.

They planned to buy her entire stock at a high price, rebrand it, and sell it to the wealthy elite.

Elizabeth, as a small–time market seller, was never supposed to be a problem.

She was married to the Hewitt family, yet she was forced to hustle in the streets. That alone showed them exactly how little the Hewitts valued her.

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Chapter 134 Miscalculated

Chapter 134 Miscalculated

People like that… they’re easily bought with money.

They never expected to get it wrong,

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