Seeing Natalie's firm expression, Dennis realized she wouldn't budge. "How much water can you supply, Ms. Ashford?" Natalie thought for a moment. "How many water tank trucks do you have?" "I've got three on hand," Dennis replied. "Hand over the water tank trucks to me. My people will drive them out. They'll fill them up and bring them back to you." Dennis hesitated. Hand over the water tank trucks? Natalie caught his concern and raised an eyebrow. "What, worried I'll steal your water tank trucks and disappear?" Dennis felt embarrassed being called out so bluntly. He laughed awkwardly. "Of course not! Your word is solid, Ms. Ashford." Then he suddenly remembered something. He'd run into her today because she lived in this neighborhood. You can run but you can't hide. Besides, their previous transaction had gone smoothly. No risk, no reward. What business deal doesn't come with some risk? Especially when this risk was still within manageable limits. So he made his decision. "Let's do it! As for the price, here's the deal. If you can get me nine trucks or more of water, we'll go with the price you mentioned." Natalie thought about it. Nine trucks of water would mean three transactions. In the end, she could trade for nine tons of grain. That seemed manageable. So she agreed. "Fine, nine trucks it is." Then inspiration struck. "Oh, by the way, my people are interested in emerald. If you can get high-quality emerald pieces, you can use those instead of grain too." Dennis frowned. "I really don't have any of that." He had plenty of grain. That's what he earned from selling water and herbs. But high-quality emerald was something he truly didn't have access to. Natalie didn't push further. After all, good emerald really was hard to come by. So she agreed on the time and place for their transaction, then turned and left. Dennis returned to his brother's side to continue selling water. Arnold asked quietly while filling water, "Dennis, how'd it go?" Dennis was in good spirits. "We're gonna be rich." The water they could get for 9 tons of grain was valuable—it could be sold for 30 tons. Arnold's mood lifted at this news. "Ms. Ashford really is our lucky star!" The wastewater they were currently selling wasn't available every day. They had to wait for the Mervyns. The Mervyns needed to accumulate a full truck before they could sell it to them. The Griffith brothers made money from sales. But they could only keep 30 percent. The rest had to go to the Mervyns. They never got the largest share. But the goods they would get from Natalie were different. Whatever profit they made was entirely theirs. Arnold felt cheerful, and even his sales pitch became more energetic. "Hey! No cutting in line!" ... Natalie hadn't walked far when she ran into Harold and Olivia coming out of the neighborhood.Ghania was with them this time. The three of them carried many buckets. They had specifically brought a cart loaded with grain. Natalie stopped them. "Don't bother getting in line. This batch of water is wastewater from wealthy households. It's absolutely filthy." Olivia was stunned. "Wastewater?" She swallowed hard. Though the thought made her nauseous, she'd drunk floodwater before. So there wasn't much to be afraid of. Having something to drink was better than nothing. Natalie knew what she was thinking. She added, "I just worked out a deal with them. In a couple days, they can get us much cleaner water. And at 70 percent off." "Seventy percent off?" Both Harold and Olivia looked delighted. Ghania, however, remained suspicious. "Water is so precious right now. Will they really give us 70 percent off? This isn't some kind of scam, is it?" Natalie shook her head. "No way. We have some history together. Nothing will go wrong." She spoke with complete certainty. Whether they were scammers didn't matter at all. The water would be coming from her storage space anyway. After seeing that bucket of dirty water from the Griffith brothers, Natalie had made a decision. She would give Olivia and the others water directly from her storage space. They were friends after all. She couldn't just stand by and watch them drink the rich folks' bathwater, could she? As for the 70% off price, that was what she thought was reasonable. Though she wasn't short on grain, she couldn't just give people free water either. That would arouse suspicion. Seventy percent off was already incredibly cheap, and Olivia and her group could definitely afford it. Ghania knew Natalie was reliable, so hearing her say this, she perked up too. "So how much water did they agree to give us?" Natalie thought about it. "They don't have a water shortage. It depends on how much we want." Ghania said happily, "Great! I'll go back and check our supplies. Then I'll see how much we should buy." Harold chimed in, "You're incredible, my idol! You even have connections like this." Olivia also chimed in, "Exactly! Nothing ever seems impossible when you're around, Nat." Natalie smiled but didn't respond. So the group headed back home with their buckets. Though they'd made a wasted trip with their water buckets, it didn't matter. Having cheap and clean water to buy made any amount of extra trips worthwhile. Olivia was walking along happily. She suddenly remembered something. "Wait! I originally came out to buy candles and toilet paper!"