Chen Jie nodded and immediately asked Xiao Hu, "By the way, what's the grain price on the black market tonight?"
Xiao Hu said, "Forty-three cents, as soon as our grains enter the city, they lower the prices."
Chen Jie frowned, "It hasn't fallen below forty cents, haven't those Suzhou merchants seized the chance to sell grains?"
Xiao Hu replied, "No movement, they haven't sold any grains."
Chen Jie laughed and said, "There are indeed talented people at the Suzhou Chamber of Commerce, they're quite composed."
Beside them, Zhao Ya asked, "So what should we do? The Suzhou Chamber hasn't panicked, and the 100,000 stones of grain we have won't last much longer."
Chen Jie said, "Don't worry. If the Suzhou merchants won't lower the price, we will. Xiao Hu, dump all 40,000 stones of grain we have onto the black market. I want tomorrow's price to be thirty-five cents per pound!"
"Okay."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Hu immediately consented.
