"Naturally, if anyone has good stuff, they can come and trade."
While Jing Shu sat steadily here, Zhang Yicheng, as the secretary, couldn't sit idle. He ran back and forth, finally selling all of Jing Shu's dozens of ships filled with goods.
During the process, he only came to ask Jing Shu about the pricing. For everything else, he did not disturb her at all.
Jing Shu became increasingly pleased with Zhang Yicheng.
The other members of the Bodyguard Team were beyond ecstatic by now; they were downright like sudden rich folks.
Gambler: "Counting today's luck, sure enough, the personal items accumulated over these days have sold for two ships of oil, about over 5000 barrels."
Big Yellow Teeth: "Haha, it seems your zombie team isn't better than mine; I gathered over 6000 barrels today."
"Hey, you guys are the big bosses; I only managed over 3000 barrels."
"I sold several ships but only got over 4500 barrels."
