Lake bottom.
Inside the cabin.
"Is this the iron ore you were talking about?" Yang Kai looked at the mountain of iron ore in front of him, his mouth agape, as lake water instantly rushed into his mouth.
"Yes, exactly these!" Jiang Ning nodded, "Does what Manager Yang just said still hold?"
"This..." Yang Kai hesitated momentarily.
With just one glance, he knew that the iron ore in front of him, if calculated at market price, would be worth at least ten thousand taels of silver.
Ten thousand taels of silver, even for the Weapon Forging Shop's years of operation, would be hard to produce easily in a short span of time.
Consequently, getting ten thousand taels of silver in cash on short notice might even deplete the shop's liquidity.
"What? Is Manager Yang going to go back on his word?" Jiang Ning spoke up.
Yang Kai took another look at Jiang Ning, whose face was calm with not a ripple, completely unable to see through what Jiang Ning was thinking.