Silver Coins and the Market’s Counterattack
As Li Tian left the bazaar, there was no burden on his shoulders—only confidence.
In his pouch were 50 silver coins.
The sound of each coin reminded him of one thing: the plan was working.
As soon as he reached home, without saying a word, he placed 40 silver coins into his father Li Hua’s hands.
Li Hua’s eyes widened.
“Th–these… where did they come from?”
“Repay the loan,” Li Tian said in a simple tone.
“We’ll talk about the rest later.”
Li Hua’s hands trembled.
The total loan was 30 silver coins.
Not even three days had passed.
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The third day.
The loan sharks came again—same black robes, same cold smiles.
But this time, the scene was different.
Without begging, Li Hua placed 30 silver coins on the table.
Clink—clink—clink.
Silence filled the hall.
After counting the coins, the loan shark leader looked at Li Hua.
“Looks like the Tian family is still alive.”
And they left.
The moment the door closed—
Shock.
Li Tian’s first uncle, third uncle—everyone was frozen.
Only one question echoed in their minds:
How did this ordinary-looking boy earn so much money in such a short time?
But Li Tian explained nothing.
No pride. No revelation.
Hiding power is also a skill, he thought.
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Two days later.
Li Tian returned to the bazaar with another 10 kilograms of sugar.
And what he saw made a faint smile appear at the corner of his lips.
The same shopkeeper…
100 grams of sugar = 2 silver coins.
The market had already reacted.
Demand had increased.
Li Tian quietly walked up to the shop.
“Business seems to be going well.”
The shopkeeper looked a little awkward.
“It’s the age of quality.”
Li Tian picked up a sugar crystal and examined it in the light.
“Quality exists only when the customer comes back.”
Then he said calmly,
“I’ll give the same offer today—
200 grams for 2 silver coins.”
The shopkeeper’s mind went into calculation mode.
Competition. Profit margins. Customer crowd—everything.
People began to gather around.
“Double the quantity?” someone asked.
Li Tian said just one line—
“Before raising prices, increase trust.”
This wasn’t just a deal—
it was market psychology.
Grinding his teeth, the shopkeeper agreed.
“Fine. 200 grams for 2 silver.”
Li Tian sold the sugar.
Once again—no noise, no show-off.
In this Murim world bazaar,
a new rule was quietly being written—
The one who understands the system
is the one who breaks the system.