Chapitre 330: What Are You Scared of?

"Honourable Grand Vizier!" The merchant kneeled to explain for himself. "I am not a Rumelian! I am a humble subject of the majestic Sultan who was forced to flee following the wicked Rumelians expanding their reach of paws in to the Sultan's lands…" 

These words made even a few more veins popping up on the hands and face of the Grand Vizier.

"Besides! Honourable Grand Vizier! I am selling my stocks in a relatively cheaper price only because I, by the grace of the Mighty Allah, am born with the heart of a true Muslim willing to lower down the already awful grain price in this city for the better living of other people who are starving and struggling to survive. I did this purely out of my good intentions! Grand Vizier!" 

"By disrupting the trades orders of the market?" The Grand Vizier made a cold laugh, though just as he is about to continue his eyes took a glimpse of some thing lying on the table. "What is that piece of paper lying there? Bring it to me."