"Mr. Alan, these warhorses and goods, I can exchange for eighty-nine thousand four hundred pounds of fine salt."
"What do you think?"
Alan didn't speak, but quickly calculated in his mind.
A few seconds later.
Alan revealed a slight smile, "Of course! Thank you for your generosity, Master Lynn!"
The deal was struck.
George didn't need any arrangements from Lynn, and independently called over the assistants of the trading guild and nearly a hundred townsmen.
They began unloading the meat from the wagons.
Meanwhile, a dozen others untied the reins of the horses from the wagons and led them to a pasture outside the town.
Alan's gaze moved from those unloading townsmen to Lynn beside him.
Curiously, Alan addressed Lynn, "Master Lynn, are you so confident that I will continue to trade with you?"
Upon hearing these words, Lynn also glanced at Alan, "Of course, didn't Mr. Alan say that we are the best partners?"
