The pale middle-aged man suddenly frowned and looked at Chu Yunsheng more carefully one more time. It seemed like he realized why Chu Yunsheng needed those supplies, but he was smart, he didn't say it. Instead, he asked another question.
"No problem, brother. But, to be honest with you, we don't have many supplies as well. Not to mention that we have to fight those foreigners in the east of the river… So I'd like to know how many sets of armors and swords you are willing to offer?"
Of course, saying that they were lacking in the material supplies was just an excuse to drive up the price. Especially when he saw what the sword could do, he immediately decided that he wanted to get as many pieces of equipment out of this man as possible.
"How many shells do you have?" Chu Yunsheng didn't answer him immediately. He asked another question instead.
The pale middle-aged man thought for a second and said. " a little over three hundred."