บท 149: Competitor (1)

"Are you playing dumb with me? Master Tang, the martial world has its own methods and the business circle has its own rules. There's a limit to how much a mid - grade sword is worth. You see, you're selling it so cheaply, can't you just let my Xuan Bao Pavilion live?" Fan Dong Feng sneered.

"I have the freedom to buy and sell. I've always made small profits but quick sales.

Besides, you see, I'm only selling mid - grade swords, which is only a small part of your Xuan Bao Pavilion.

The other products of sumei supermarket don't seem to have much interaction with you. Even if you don't do the business of mid - grade swords, you won't lose money. " Tang Wen said.

"What a joke! If there's money, everyone will earn it. If there's clothing, everyone will wear it. Master Tang, if you continue like this, perhaps the sumei supermarket will disappear at some point. " Van Nistelrooy said with a long face.