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The shopkeeper's face was full of disbelief. He had never tasted anything so sweet, and the most important thing was that this sweetness was extremely pure. It was just sweet without any other odors.

This is incomparable to caramel.

The well-informed shopkeeper immediately realized the business opportunities behind this thing. Once this thing comes out, it will quickly replace the position of caramel and become the most important dessert condiment in the world.

The shopkeeper quickly asked:

"I wonder how much this thing has, sir? How much does it cost?"

Qin Hao smiled and asked:

"How much is a pound of your candy?"

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that Qin Hao wanted to compare bids.

He didn't hide anything and replied:

"This is high-quality candy. The price is higher, one hundred and twenty cents per catty."

Qin Hao nodded and said:

"How much does the shopkeeper think I should sell this thing for?"

The shopkeeper was silent, and it was difficult for him to estimate. After all, although this thing was good, it was obviously not something that ordinary people could afford. In other words, this thing was destined not to be very popular.

However, things are rare and expensive, and because this thing has never been seen before, it can be sold for a very high price.

After thinking for a while, the shopkeeper stretched out a hand and said:

"I'm willing to pay five hundred coins per catty, and I want as much as the master has."

Qin Hao smiled and stood up silently, cupped his hands and said:

"I still have an appointment with the Bai Family Chamber of Commerce, so I'll take my leave first."

After that, he turned around and walked out.

Shopkeeper Chen quickly stopped Qin Hao and said:

"Wait a minute, what's your surname, sir?"

"There's no need to say more, shopkeeper. The date I made with Mr. Bai is about to arrive. I really have to go."

Shopkeeper Chen smiled and said:

"It's still early. Sir, you might as well go to the back hall to have a cup of tea and let's talk slowly."

After saying that, without waiting for Qin Hao to refuse, he directly ordered the waiter inside:

"Quick, make tea, make good tea."

"Sir, please?"

Seeing this, Qin Hao stopped pretending, smiled and followed him into the back hall.

After sitting down, the shopkeeper asked:

"You still don't know your surname?"

Qin Hao said lightly:

"My surname is Qin."

"It turns out to be Mr. Qin."

Qin Hao did not hesitate and said straightforwardly:

"No need to say more, Shopkeeper Chen. I will give you another chance to bid. If you are satisfied, I will do your exclusive business in this Sanhe County from now on."

Shopkeeper Chen was suddenly a little unsure. The main reason was that white sugar had never appeared before, and he was not sure about the specific market price of this product. He could only quote the price of malt sugar.

After thinking for a while, Shopkeeper Chen gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble. He stretched out a finger and said in a deep voice:

"I'll pay one tael of silver per catty. This is the highest price I can give, and I have to try it first. If it doesn't sell well, I may lower the price later."

One tael of silver and one pound of sugar is already an extremely high price in this world.

You know, one penny of rice in China can buy nearly a catty, and one tael of silver costs one thousand pence, which is equivalent to one catty of sugar for one thousand catties of rice.

Qin Hao laughed and said:

"Okay, in that case, I won't be nagging anymore. One tael of silver per catty. This time I just brought five hundred catties. You give me four hundred and fifty taels. I don't want any money for the remaining fifty taels. How about the equivalent amount of rice?"

"no problem."

After the negotiation was completed, Qin Hao asked Fan Er to find a carriage and bring the sugar in outside the city.

Fifty taels of rice weighed 50,000 kilograms, and even the truck driven by Qin Hao would take two or three trucks to transport it.

After working hard until evening, he finally loaded all the rice into the truck. Qin Hao asked Fan Er and all the team members to drive the truck and transport 20,000 kilograms of rice before leaving.

He took the rest home alone.

The reason why Qin Hao took so much trouble was of course to give these team members a chance to train while transporting food.

They were strutting through the market with so much food, and there would definitely be unscrupulous people trying to take advantage of them along the way.

Although these team members have been trained by Qin Hao for more than a month, they are still ordinary people in essence. Their only support is the firearms in their hands.

If they can survive this hurdle with firearms, then they are qualified to become members of a modern army.

After Fan Er and the others left, Qin Hao wrapped all the remaining rice with his true energy and returned directly to the earth world. Then he returned to Cangming again, walked against the wind, and looked down at the truck from high altitude as it moved forward slowly.

After the sun completely sets, only the two bright lights of the truck's headlights remain in the entire wilderness, like a lonely traveler walking alone through the endless wilderness.

Qin Hao, who was following in the air, had already discovered that the truck was being targeted less than an hour after it set off. There was a faint cold light flickering on the surrounding hillsides.

In the truck, except for Fan Er, the remaining nine team members all nervously held their guns in their hands and guarded the surroundings.

Through the moonlight, they could barely see the surrounding scenery.

Suddenly, everyone staggered and the truck stopped suddenly. It turned out that there was a big tree lying across the road ahead.

Fan Er pulled out the pistol from his waist and shouted loudly:

"Meet the enemy."

The other team members immediately set up a formation, standing back to back with guns in hand, watching all movements within a 360-degree range.

At this moment, fire suddenly lit up on the hillside not far away, and a group of people rushed down while waving weapons and roaring.

Fan Er said sharply:

"Don't move, wait until they get into the best distance."

Looking at the enemies who were more than ten times their size, these team members all turned pale with fear, but the training during this period gave them a certain degree of confidence in the firearms in their hands, which undoubtedly gave them the courage not to collapse immediately.

When those people were close to within two or three meters, Fan Er burst out and shouted:

"beat."

In an instant, intensive gunshots rang out, like thunder, and the gangsters who rushed over began to fall one after another before they could react.

In fact, most of these people are ordinary people, and not many are high-level warriors. After all, it is not difficult for a high-level warrior to find a livelihood.

Because it was the first time for actual shooting, the accuracy of these team members was much worse than usual training, but they couldn't handle the fact that those people were so close to each other, they didn't need to deliberately aim, and they could hit each other casually.

The moment they fought, it was a one-sided situation. The gangsters were so frightened that they pissed themselves and immediately planned to turn around and escape.

Fan Er will naturally not let them go easily.

"Get out of the car and pursue."

He gave the order to pursue, and the other team members also gained confidence. One by one, they jumped out of the car like tigers descending from the mountain. They chased after the gangsters and began to slaughter them. In the heat of the fight, they did not forget to throw two grenades, which exploded. Those people were in pieces.

Fan Er is a fifth-grade martial artist, and firearms in his hands are like death's scythes, which are deadly.

He used his extremely fast speed to get in front of those people and started shooting wildly.

In less than five minutes, the battle was over, and not a single one of the more than a hundred gangsters was left alive.

They even didn't forget to clean up the battlefield and give those who were still half alive a shot.

The first time they killed someone, these team members were both excited and frightened. They were civilians at the lowest level in the world. They had always been slaughtered by others at will, but now it was the other way around, and they became the massacres.

At this moment, a seed of self-improvement quietly sprouted in their hearts, and to the person who created this opportunity for them, they had completely and spontaneously surrendered from the depths of their souls.