Chapter 218 Conspiracy
An unforgettable and speechless night passed just like that. Wang An and Hugetu reached a cooperation agreement on the purchase of oil and fat, and hoped that Hugetu could spread the information about the purchase of oil and fat among various small tribes.

Wang An promised that if Hugetu failed to bring him a customer, he would give him a commission of fifty taels of silver.

Of course, these fifty taels of silver will be offset by supplies.

Hugetu called it a manifestation of the will of Heaven and praised Wang An for his generosity.

The next day.

With the farewell of the Hugetu tribe, the convoy slowly drove away and continued towards its next destination.

Along the way, whenever Wang An encountered a nomadic tribe, he would stop and spend several hours asking the tribesmen to boil oil to exchange for survival supplies from the Ming Dynasty.

However, what Wang An didn't know was that at this moment there were several caravans lagging behind him, eyeing him covetously and full of resentment.

In a tribe where Wang An had just traded, several caravans that also came from the Ming Dynasty were standing silently beside the embarrassed tribal chief.

"Manager Xu, what do you think of the origins of this Wang An?" asked a fat middle-aged man wearing a silk mink coat.

Immediately, another thin man echoed the old man with white beard, "If he continues like this, I think we don't need to do this business anymore. We should just send them all back to Shanxi and Shaanxi!"

"Yeah, yeah, why are you coming out here to blow this cold wind for no reason?"

The words of the two immediately resonated with the others, and everyone complained.

Xu Mengyuan did not answer the questions directly. Instead, he looked at the embarrassed chieftain and asked, "Saimutabunang, may I ask, what did the caravan that just left exchange with your tribe?"

Saimutabunang has old friendships with the caravans in front of him and they had frequent business dealings in the past.

But this time, Saimutabunang was doing business with an unfamiliar caravan, which made him feel somewhat sorry for others.

However, the other party's transaction conditions were so good that he had no choice but to object.

But after all, their friendship was still there, so he said honestly: "Grease, the item the other party proposed to trade is grease."

Speaking of this, Semutabunang also felt very strange.

After all, his ancestors had all lived on this grassland, and they had encountered at least twenty Ming merchant caravans, if not thirty.

I have never seen any caravan that would not want the precious furs and cattle and sheep that were as alive as the grassland, but would only exchange them for some fat made from scraps and lard.

You know, those sheep tail oil and lard are leftovers that even the tribal people are unwilling to use.

However, the caravan led by Wang An proposed to exchange precious salt, ironware and tea for them, which was simply unheard of.

Xu Mengyuan pointed at Saimutabunang, looked at the other shopkeepers and said, "You all heard it, right? This Wang An has come to the grassland to help alleviate poverty!"

"They actually used precious materials to exchange for worthless oil. Now all the Mongols in the tribe have already traded enough materials. Even if they continue to trade with us with the mentality of hoarding goods, the exchange rate is no longer up to us."

"Yes," the middle-aged fat man said, "The Duoduo tribe we just passed is an example. In the past, exchanging one fox skin for one liter of salt was a very affordable price."

"Now we offer the exchange price of two liters of salt, but those poor bastards are still hesitating and refusing to exchange. This is simply outrageous!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"This is simply unreasonable!"

Everyone agreed, if this continued, they would not do business anymore. Xu Mengyuan sneered, "We are all doing business, in fact, we can understand the ideas of these Mongolians."

"It's just that scarcity makes things more valuable."

"They already have enough salt and tea. When their daily needs are not threatened, they naturally want to use the fur cattle and sheep in their hands to exchange for greater benefits. This is understandable."

"The one who is truly unreasonable is Wang An, the guy who bought the oil!"

Everyone was silent for a moment. After a moment, the skinny old man with a white beard suddenly looked fierce and said angrily: "Since this kid doesn't know the rules, we don't need to talk to him about the code of conduct!"

"It's better than..."

The white-bearded old man said this and glanced at Saimutabunang.

Saimutabunang felt a chill in his heart and immediately pretended that he had something else to do and left the group of merchants from the Ming Dynasty.

Saimutabunang knew what they were about to say, and couldn't help but be surprised at the cruelty of these Ming people.

They are all fellow countrymen, so why can they have such vicious thoughts just for some interests? This is something that the simple-minded Saimutabunang cannot understand.

However, Saimutabunang had seen a lot about these despicable southerners, so he just sighed slightly and said nothing more.

It’s just a pity for the merchant named Wang An. It seems that the good opportunity of exchanging oil for salt and iron will only happen once.

After Saimutabunang left, the old man with white beard said viciously: "Since this Wang An has cut off our source of income, why don't we just let him stay on the grassland forever!"

"Sigh~"

Suddenly someone took a breath of cold air and said hesitantly: "Boss Qi, there are hundreds of people on the other side!"

"It would be difficult to just leave them on the grassland like this, wouldn't it?"

The white-bearded old man surnamed Qi sneered and said, "Although the other side has a lot of people, I have asked my men to go over and take a look. They are all old, weak, sick and disabled. Although they have brought some weapons with them, it will be easy for us to deal with them with our combined strength, right?"

Although Wang An's caravan included two or three hundred veterans, they were all old, weak, sick and disabled. Moreover, the other party was not aware that these people were veterans from Datong Prefecture, so they naturally did not take them seriously.

Xu Mengyuan interrupted, "It's not difficult to keep them. We each have dozens of fighters with us. Together, our numbers are greater than theirs. What's more, they are all disabled useless people!"

"But Wang An's background is not simple..."

Then Xu Mengyuan told the story of Wang An's origin.

These include being the designated supplier of the Honglu Temple, the sworn brother of Man Gui, the general of Datong Prefecture, and so on.

Except for the old man with white beard, everyone else looked more or less hesitant.

Wang An’s background is quite strong, and everyone is worried that killing him will cause trouble.

"Are you scared?" The white-bearded old man sneered, "Then let's all wait to go bankrupt!"

"Although the goods we brought out will not go bad, don't forget that we still have to pay our brothers!"

"All the money I bribed the banknote collectors was wasted!"

(End of this chapter)