"What's your asking price?"
The man considered this for a moment. "Five pounds of meat for one pound of salt. If you're buying in bulk, I can go down to four."
Qin Ziwen shook his head. "Too expensive."
The man's brow furrowed. "This is a very fair price. Zhang Bo's coarse salt goes for four pounds of meat per pound, and his is full of impurities and tastes awful. How can it compare to my modern, refined salt? Besides, once this salt is gone, it's gone. It's a collector's item, you could say."
Qin Ziwen shook his head again. "Not necessarily. There's something you might not know. In a month at most, the Gated Community will go through a second transmigration. After that, new residents will join us. Who among them won't have some salt stored away? If there's a second time, there will be a third. The salt supply won't be cut off. So, what you have isn't a collector's item."
The man froze, staring at him suspiciously. "How do you know there's going to be a second transmigration?"
