Chapter 265 (1/2)

Anger (2)

“He stopped breathing? Bury him then,” said Ye Lang calmly, “we’re entering the town now. Look for the businessmen of the town, tell them to bring me their goods. I’ll buy them.”

Ye Lang’s calmness calmed some of them down. At the same time, what he said raised a tiny, tiny question.

“Sir, what sort of businessmen? What do you want to buy?” asked the thin dark man, representing the crowd again. He’d been an active member of the group, many people looked up to him.

“All of them,” replied Ye Lang.

The crowd was stunned for a moment, then repeated, “?? All?”

“Yep, that’s right. All of them,” Ye Lang nodded. He thought to himself, “Even if I buy everything in this town, it might not be enough. I might need to head to the next town after that.”

“Sir, you mean we should gather all the businessmen of the town, to buy every product they have?” the thin dark man asked again to confirm.

“Yep, that’s exactly it. Is there a problem?” asked Ye Lang, looking at everyone.

“Is that even possible?” Of course everyone thought there was a problem. What are you trying to do, buying everything? Also, do you have enough money?

From an ordinary person’s perspective, perhaps they’d never be able to fathom that a person could buy everything in a town. This was ridiculous to them, it was impossible!

“Of course it is. Your questions must be about money. I’ll show you.” Ye Lang poured a pile of gold and silver coins onto the ground. Although it was a much smaller pile than the last few times he did this, the reactions it triggered was still as huge as before- perhaps even more dramatic.

Think about it. The past two groups of witnesses were robbers and rich people. Their tolerance for such extravagance was definitely higher than these commoners. These people had never seen so many gold and silver coins in their lives.

“Sir…”

At this moment, almost everyone was certain Ye Lang wasn’t a regular aristocrat. At the same time, the townsmen were relieved to have not offended Ye Lang in any way. The rations officer probably died for nothing though.

Well, he did deserve it to a certain extent. No one dared press the matter- or rather, to the refugees, this aristocrat would have a way to settle this problem.

However, they now had another question. Why was a person like this with a crowd of refugees? And without an entourage too. That girl didn’t seem like a servant either, she looked like a girl from a rich family too, although it seemed like she couldn’t speak.

“Bring some gold coins over. Tell the store owners I want everything they’re selling. The gold coins are waiting for them here,” said Ye Lang. He’d suddenly realised he didn’t even need to enter the town. Let them come to him instead.

Instead of collecting the goods from every shop, he might as well wait for them to bring their goods to him.

“Also, for the commoners, anyone who wants to sell something can also bring their things here,” added Ye Lang.

After this, except for a small portion of people, everyone entered the town.

In a moment, the entire town was in a flurry. News of this incident spread like wildfire.

Once the people knew Ye Lang was waiting to buy everything with his pile of gold coins, everyone started to surround him. Some didn’t even have anything to sell, they were only there to watch.