Transmigrated as Investment Banker in Cultivation world

Although they earned a ton of money with the help of Four Seasons wine, alas, that was not the main objective.

They wanted to create a database of all the cultivators who drank the wine.

And sell that juicy data to the highest bidder.

The Old Monk took one last look at the report and sighed.

The competition was really rising!

Month on month, the sales of Four Season wine were showing a steady decline. It wouldn't be long before it was kicked out of its top position in terms of racking in the most money for the organization.

The higher-ups of the Old Monk shop were already alerted and were looking at the situation with a hawk-like gaze.

And if the situation wasn't bad enough, the sudden appearance of that thing further made the situation worse.

When the Old Monk's train of thought reached this point, he looked at the waiters standing on the sidelines, patiently waiting for his command.

"Did you manage to buy it?" the Old Monk said, his face filled with a tinge of displeasure.

He ordered these incompetent bastards to do a simple thing, yet they weren't able to do so.

"Yes, Manager, we succeeded this time. Here, let me show it to you."

After saying those words, one of the waiters standing on the left moved and instantly arrived in front of the table. In the next moment, he took out a jade box from his storage ring and placed it in the center.

All of his actions were meticulous, as if he was handling the most precious thing in existence.

After doing what he was supposed to do, he stepped away immediately.

While moving, he looked at his companions and smiled; a great burden suddenly seemed to have lifted from their shoulders.

After paying ten times the price, they had finally managed to get their hands on one of these bastardly objects from the secondary market.

Because in the primary market, the competition was way too fierce; all of the units were sold before they could even place their orders. That's why it had taken so long.

While the two poor waiters were sighing in relief, the Old Monk gently pressed on the button of the white jade box.

Click!

With a loud resounding click, the box opened, and immediately the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room.

The Old Monk's nose immediately twitched. After working in the beverage industry for so long, he had developed a keen sense of smell that easily allowed him to distinguish many things with a single whiff.

Like the origin where the drink originated.

The time at which the drink was brewed; for example, if the drink was brewed in the morning, it would have a slight aroma of morning dew mixed with it.

The Old Monk was betting on this to find the origin of this coffee and win the grand prize set by the organization.

The higher-ups have set up a bounty of a hundred million low-grade spirit stones for this sensational coffee.

Anyone who could find its origins could take home a hundred million low-grade spirit stones.

A hefty sum for anyone.

The Old Monk also wanted to try his luck.

But after taking a single whiff, his face turned as black as charcoal.

He couldn't understand a single thing from the scent.

But the Old Monk didn't give up. In the next moment, he gently picked up the coffee cup and cradled it.

"This is going to be slightly challenging," the Old Monk muttered in a low voice while looking at the black liquid with interest.

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David at this time was completely unaware of the investigation carried out by the Old Monk. Even if he knew, he wouldn't have cared about it.

Right now, David was standing beside the huge gate made out of extremely thick wood, which acted as the entrance and exit of the settlement.

Cultivators dressed in all sorts of weird clothing were coming and going one after the other.

The clothes of some were stained by blood, while others had a neat and clean appearance.

At a single glance, David could tell most of them were at the Foundation Building Realm, with one or two Golden Core Realm experts mixed in.

They generally moved in groups of four to ensure their survival, as things in Bloodmoon Forest could go wrong extremely fast.

After taking one last look, David started to move, his eyes searching to find a relatively open spot beside the entrance to set up his stall.

It didn't take him long to find a good open spot that was slightly elevated compared to the nearby surface.

Without hesitating, David flicked his wrist, and a huge wooden table almost as big as a bed appeared on the ground.

Thud!

The table was unusually heavy as it fell; it caused the ground to shake upon impact.

This scene caught David by surprise, not expecting the table to be this heavy. Not only him, but even the passersby also looked at him, wondering what he was doing.

David turned his head and looked at the table closely. Its legs seemed to have pierced the surface by a few inches.

The table seemed to be made out of red mahogany wood with a slightly metallic luster.

David bent down and gently slid his fingers on the table's metallic surface.

"So cold!" he involuntarily exclaimed and hurriedly took his fingers away.

David felt as if he had touched a block of ice on a clear sunny day, almost sending a chill running down his body.

However, once David touched the table again, the coldness was less pronounced than before.

After confirming once more, David hurriedly moved his hands; he had already wasted enough time.

Next, he once again flicked his wrist, and a huge black board appeared in his hand.

Without thinking, he placed it on the table and wrote down words in bold letters.

"Body Refining Monster's Corpse at 10,000 spirit stones."

"Foundation Building Monster's Corpse at 100,000."

Once he was satisfied, he went through the Bank's shop to find something useful.

The shop was filled with a myriad of weird things.

Eraser, check!

Pencils, sharpeners, and David even found staplers!

And even a stuffed doll with a gorgeous appearance. David ignored it and continued to search.

Finally, after going through the shop for five minutes, his eyes suddenly flashed.

He finally found something that could be useful.

A long red microphone.

David instantly bought it.

Shortly after, a microphone resembling a cylindrical tube appeared in his hands.

Without hesitating, David recorded his words and let it play on repeat.

Now everything was set, and he only needed to wait for his first customer to arrive.

David sat on a chair while looking at the huge wooden gate, his eyes scanning for potential customers.

From today onwards, he was going to buy monster corpses and sell them to the Bank.

But you might ask why would they even sell to him when they could just directly sell it on the Green Heaven Web.

Well, the reason was simple: he was going to offer a higher price than those buyers on the web.

He was sure the sellers would definitely be attracted by the prices he was offering.

David waited while the microphone, aka speaker, continued to repeat his pre-recorded voice in a loud voice.

"Nobody! I mean Nobody would offer higher prices than me."

"Prices so great that even the dead monsters would feel happy knowing the numbers of spirit stones their previous body is being sold at."

"Body Refining Monster's Corpse at 10,000 spirit stones..."

The cultivators just looked at him and walked past, clearly not interested.

Some even commented, "You don't even have money to set up a proper shop and want to scam us." Your story continues on m_vl_em_p_yr

David heard their words and didn't say anything. It was to be expected; no one would believe his words instantly.

He patiently waited.

Time continued to pass, and soon one hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Not a single cultivator approached David.

At this point, even David started to get bored, so in order to kill time, he bought himself a cup of coffee.

However, right at this time when David was about to take a sip, a woman dressed in an officer's uniform approached him.

Clearly, she was part of the local police responsible for maintaining law and order inside the settlement.

She took large strides toward David and in the next moment appeared in front of him.

"Show me your documents, please," she asked in a plain tone.

"What documents?" David automatically muttered while carefully looking at the woman in front of him.

In front of him stood a mature woman dressed in tight clothing with heavy makeup on her face. At this time, she was looking at David and frowning as if he was a great offender.

"The documents which were given to you when you first entered the settlement," the woman smiled as she said those words.

"Something like this."

In the next moment, a green metallic plate appeared in her hand, and she showed it to David.