Published: February 13, 2025
Zizikaba followed Ye Zhongming closely, constantly saying, "Are you out of your mind?"
However, the King of Cloud Summit ignored him.
This area, designated for the All Races of the Universe to rest, was vast. After strolling around, the two discovered that it should have been formed by combining two squares or training grounds along with the residential area in the middle.
Since the city itself was large, it was easy to allocate such a space where at least tens of thousands of people lived without any effort.
Divine Artisan City originally had little business, but evidently, that was a tactic of the dwarves. For the outsiders coming to Divine Artisan City, their main purpose was to sell them weapons and equipment.
So, in many parts of this area, large vehicles could be seen parked, with dwarves displaying various weapons and gear for visitors to choose from and purchase.
At the same time, a few official trading points of the Tarros Red Dwarf specifically welcomed those interested in group purchases.
As long as the transaction quantity reached five hundred ordinary items, one hundred kegang level items, or ten crimson condensation level items, purchases could be made here, with a certain degree of discount.
However, based on Ye Zhongming's observation, while there were many onlookers, there were few buyers.
Of course, given this transaction frequency, a decent amount of items could still be sold every hour, but compared to normal circumstances, the trading volume was significantly lower.
This was naturally attributed to Ye Zhongming's influence.
Many dwarves had also noticed the unusual situation, wearing expressions of surprise and confusion.
This situation was quite different from what they had anticipated. In their imagination, the current scenario should have been a rush to buy, rather than a scattered selection with some scrutiny.
News of this situation spread, and the dwarves were all waiting for higher-ups to provide explanations and clarifications.
"The dwarves are probably going to hate you for this," Zizikaba, a participant in this supply operation and one deeply involved, whispered to Ye Zhongming as he observed the dismal sales situation of the Tarros Red Dwarf.
The two naturally did not think the dwarves had not noticed the situation yet, but finding out the truth was not a simple matter.
The supply channels for equipment that Ye Zhongming created avoided the most influential places and races for the dwarves. Even if they discovered it later and through connections found out the purchasing races, they might not be able to trace the source of the equipment.
After all, if the dwarves asked about this purpose, it was clearly to prevent these items from entering the market, which meant no bargains could be had. No race would willingly do something that harmed others while benefiting the dwarves.
To take a step back, even if the dwarves found out some channels, whether those suppliers would give them face was another matter.
The reason being, profit. Furthermore, even if they knew the source, the suppliers were all trustworthy individuals chosen by Ye Zhongming, who had never exposed their identities during deliveries, making it impossible to find the supplier.
Oh, there was one supplier with a clear identity, Yao Han Su, but he only sold equipment to those in the Su Clan Camp, so the dwarves wouldn't come knocking on his door.
Thus, Ye Zhongming was not afraid of the red dwarves investigating; what he feared was being discovered before completing the supply. Fortunately, profit was enticing, and those benefiting were relatively cautious. At least before Ye Zhongming finished the supply, nothing major occurred.
After a round, Ye Zhongming gained a certain understanding of the area, bought some food at a food point also operated by dwarves, and then he and Zizikaba found an opportunity to slip out.
Anyone entering here was not allowed to leave before the auction started. However, this rule was not much of a concern for two masters like Ye Zhongming and Zizikaba—they found a corner and exited.