Chapter 393 - Profit

Ning stood a little behind, watching Reever do his work. He kept on shouting, calling the customers towards him.

Many looked towards him and his items, but none came to buy any. Ning expected him to get hopeless at the situation, but somehow Reever managed to keep his energy high, calling out more and more customers. 

Ning fully expected to have to wait for quite a while, but in just a few moments, Reever had his first customer. 

A girl wearing a blue gown walked up to him. He held a parasol in her hands that seemed to have about the same number of frills as her gown. 

"Oh my god. These are so beautiful," the woman said as he looked at the pottery and trinkets that were laid on the sheet. 

Reever gave a wide smile. "Do you like it miss?" he asked.

"Oh yes, very much. These are gorgeous," she said and was starting to get a little teary-eyed. "My father was a potter and woodworker. I remember him making stuff like this for me when I was a child. These remind me of exactly that," the girl said.

Reever took the opportunity and loudly said," These are the best of the best items, miss. Handcrafted by the master workers in the north, these are one of a kind and you will likely not see these for a very long time."

"Oh, is that so?" the girl asked excitedly. "Let me buy some then. Give me that earring and that bracelet please."

"This and this? These two will be 9 coins in total. 3 for the earrings and 6 for the bracelet," Reever said.

"Oh my god, so cheap. Here you go," the woman took some coins out from her purse and handed it to Reever. Reever handed her the two items and loudly expressed his thankfulness. 

During these times, a small crowd had formed around Reever, who were all curiously looking at the items he was selling.

Reever once again started saying out loud how good the items were and how glorious their origin was. 

Ning watched in shock as in just 5 minutes, all but a few of Reever's items had been fully sold. 'And he even sold them at a 2-3 times higher price from what he bought it at,' Ning thought. 

Reever continued to bring out items from his storage and in the next half an hour, managed to sell almost all of it. 

"I think that's the most I should be able to sell. I will have to keep the rest for next time," Reever said. 

From what Ning could tell, Reever had made close to 600 Sils in profit just today. 

"What's the average salary around here?" Ning asked. 

"Average salary? Hmm, maybe around 300 coins every 5 weeks? 100 coins are minimum wage, so 300 sounds about average. I'm sorry, brother Ning, I don't work a salary job so I don't exactly know it," Reever said.

'My god! This man-made double of what everyone else makes 5 weeks in just a day,' Ning thought. 

"Alright, let's go sell the rest," Reever said as he stood up and took back the sheet and the few items in it.

"What will you do for these ones you couldn't sell?" Ning asked.

Reever smiled and said, "Next time."

They walked out of the small street and walked some more before they reached a building a block away. The building was completely grey, with no color on it whatsoever, the same as all the rest of the buildings around the neighborhood. 

"Is color a commodity here?" Ning asked. 

"Kind of, yes," Reever said. "Since we are the furthest from the Serian empire, it's hard to find any sort of color that isn't for the clothes."

"I see," Ning said. 'The plants I introduced, could Famir and the rest not keep it going? Hmm, it must've been destroyed during the Peak's explosion. It was the closest place after all.'

Reever entered the building and Ning followed behind. As soon as he entered, Ning felt a slight shiver from the temperature difference between the outside and the inside.

"Oh, it's really cool in here," Ning said as he rubbed his arms a bit.

"See? I told you the heat would go away soon," Reever said with a chuckle. "Come on, let me sell this stuff, and then we can go to the tailor I told you about. It's only 2 buildings away."

Ning nodded and followed. The inside of the building wasn't any grand-looking. However, since it was made up of concrete, it certainly gave the modern feel that Kumia never had. 

Reever reached a food shop and spoke to the owner before selling the dates he had acquired, which were apparently considered exotic in this place.

Ning watched Reever get 5 paper money for those dates and was quite a bit shocked. 5 Gols were equal to 500 Sils, which were 200 Sils more than the average salary, and he had just made them by selling the dates at 3 times the price he had bought them in.

Reever thanked the owner and walked out with a massive smile on his face. 

"How many bags of date was that?" Ning asked.

"Hmm, about 40 bags," Reever said. 

"Wow, 500 Sils for 40 bags. You really hit the jackpot with your job," Ning said. "But I'm confused about one thing. Why are these dates considered exotic? Can't these people just go to the desert and get them?" 

"Oh, they can. But will they? You have to know that the dates grow far to the north where no human civilization exists. Even the villagers around there have to walk for a really long time to get to these."

"Since they don't know these fruit's value, they don't really get them as much. And so, it's now considered exotic," Reever said.

"I see," Ning said. "And you don't tell them to get more because that would lower its market value here, I assume?" 

"Obviously," Reever said. "Come, let's change your outfit to match the people.. Everyone keeps staring at you wherever you go."