Stuck in a Chinese novel

After hearing the price of the best metal recommended by the system, Wei Jun checked the amount of the metal and it was only ten kg.

'Don't you think it's a bit too low?' Wei Jun asked.

[Even one kg is enough to make you a treasure of a lifetime]

[Also, this is a one-time item]

[That's all I have of it in the shop]

Wei Jun nodded and returned to the shop menu. Since he couldn't buy it anyway, there was no need to collect information on it.

Instead, he checked the black iron that was so valued by the dead-alive girl next to him.

[Black iron]

[Tier: A]

[Cost: 1,000,000 per 10kg]

It was priced at one million coins which meant it was a hundred million in yuan currency. It was high but it wasn't too high that Wei Jun couldn't buy. Besides, he needed to see if it would make a good business venture or not.

Every business had a risk factor involved and Wei Jun wasn't new to that ideology. Everything was associated with risk and he wasn't childish enough to think it wouldn't cost him anything.

But, Wei Jun was the type to only invest it he was somewhat certain so to be somewhat certain, he went to the Zi Huan's weapons shop and opened the door to enter.

As Zi Huan saw him, his expression changed to that of a hesitant and fearful one.

"Oh come on, you're still not hung up on the whole suffocation thing, are you?" Wei Jun said as if it wasn't a big deal before he added, "Besides, you were the one who tried to hold dust on me."

Zi Huan wanted to refute but he wasn't sure how crazy Wei Jun would be. After all, this guy had blown up half of the town just for some cash.

"It's all forgiven and forgotten. What can I do for you?" In the end, Zi Huan had no choice but to continue business as usual.

"If I want to buy black iron, how much would it cost me?" Wei Jun asked.

"You can't," Zi Huan simply replied.

"If I wanted to. If." Wei Jun said 'if' twice to relay his intentions of assumptions which were still shot down by Zi Huan who said, "Even if it is an 'If', it is still not possible to buy it because there's no set price. Such an item has never been on the market."

"Not even in auctions?" Wei Jun asked, a little dumbfounded.

"Those who need money can never have black iron and those who have it, don't need money." Zi Huan replied. Wei Jun only sold something if he needed cash for it but even those with serious cash couldn't buy black iron.

"Fine. Give me an imaginary amount," Wei Jun asked.

"I can't. If you want to trade, then find someone who actually can. We may run the underworld of Yuan Yin City, but if we ever come across such an item, we will throw it away in a gutter rather than try to sell it because if we throw it away, the ones to come after us would be strong sects. No matter how much political power we have, that wouldn't help us in front of them." Zi Huan replied.

Shot down, Wei Jun couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment and head for his next option.

"Why would you sell it even? Having black iron is just like having ether, and that's something you cannot afford to give away," Mark Wilson rebuked Wei Jun like he was an idiot.

'Ether?' Wei Jun was confused at the unfamiliar term.

[A material that channels mana just like black iron channels Qi]

Wei Jun asked, "I don't have it. I want to buy it."

"Then the answer would be the same, just not for you," Mark Wilson replied.

"Sigh." Wei Jun sighed and after being struck down by Yue Peng the same way like an idiot, he finally ended up in front of Yan Rong who was looking at him weirdly.

"Is that all you have to say?" Yan Rong asked. Wei Jun could sense the hints of dissatisfaction despite the weirdness of his inquiry.

Wei Jun hadn't seen her since his return and she was the one who was most worried about him gone. Not only was she worried about his life, but she was also worried that Wei Jun blamed her for that unfortunate incident since she couldn't contain Shao Chen. And that was somewhat confirmed with Wei Jun not looking for her.

Wei Jun waved his hand and replied, "I'm not the type to think like that. It wasn't your fault anyway."

It really wasn't. Wei Jun better than her knew about the luck the protagonists of the novels had. Luck was basically their max stat and everything just turned out to be great for them.

So he didn't blame Yan Rong in the slightest even though if she had succeeded, Wei Jun wouldn't have had to go through all of that.

But then again, he wouldn't have been able to come across gates and such so there was that.

In simpler terms, he never blamed Yan Rong for anything. So he asked again while reassuring her, "I don't hold anything against you. I'm sure you tried your best and then even more when I went missing. But right now, this is the way you can help me."

Yan Rong looked at him for a while before she nodded and said, "I will help you with this but only on one condition."

"What is it?" Wei Jun asked.

"I will help you obtain black iron at a good price. But in return, I want to cement our relationship. I don't simply want the status of a mistress." Yan Rong demanded.

It wasn't a serious demand and it could be easily provided if it was anyone else. After all, several men had multiple wives but they also had to decide who would be the main wife and who would be the concubine.

It was a simple decision where the strong one was decided to be the main wife or the most powerful one in different statuses. However, if she wasn't, then her fate was to be counted as a concubine and they didn't have much of a value when it came to the family.

Wei Jun didn't bother with this status thing. Of course, he admitted he didn't treat Yan Rong the way he treated Xia Lu, but the way he treated her spoke volumes of how much she was important to him as well.

But, he guessed that wasn't enough for Yan Rong and he should have never expected it to be.

He nodded and said, "I never cared about the first or second wife status. If you want to be with me, you will be treated the same way Xia Lu is and you will also have to accept her.

Wei Jun simply stated his own demands and waited for her to speak.

Yan Rong looked at Wei Jun with her eyes squinted. It was true that their relationship wasn't clear at the moment and if she wanted it to be, she needed to be clear about it and accept Xia Lu.

"I accept," Xia Lu said before she added, "But I have a few more conditions of my own which I will tell you later. For now, tell me, how much black iron do you want to buy?"

"I don't want to buy it. I want to just know if it was ever out to sale, how much its worth would be." Wei Jun asked.

"Why do you want to know that?" Yan Rong asked.

"Just tell me," Wei Jun said.

Yan Rong shrugged and said, "Well, everyone has different prices for it. But if we want to convert it to money, then you can easily get a five hundred gram piece for about a hundred million."

Wei Jun listened to the words of Yan Rong and ran calculations in his head. A one kg piece was 200 million by that essence and a ten kg piece would be 2 billion. Of course, that may not be a set price, but he could sell something that only cost him one hundred million for about 2 billion, twenty times the price.

It truly was something to be happy about.

"What about a ten kg piece?" Wei Jun asked.

"Hah!" Yan Rong scoffed and said, "Only big sects, big organizations, or the imperial family would have that much. People like us can only dream about it."

Wei Jun now understood why Sun Ruan was so happy about a 5 kg piece.

"What if I have some of it and I want to sell it? Where do you think would be a good place to sell it without it being able to know who I am?" Wei Jun asked without wasting any time.

"Why would you sell it if you have any?" Yan Rong strangely asked.

"Because I have something better I need to purchase and selling it could get me the money," Wei Jun said.

"Something better than black iron? I doubt that." Yan Rong didn't believe him but she still chose to answer, "In that case, it would be best to sell it to the imperial dark ring."

"What's that?" Wei Jun curiously asked.

"A place where you can get anything," Yan Rong said before she added, "The haven of desire."