"Make it a bit cheaper, will you? Nine hundred taels for a jar of medicinal wine, isn't that too expensive?"
"Are you buying or not? If not, just leave. As I said, not a single tael less than nine hundred."
Looking at the stall owner before him, who was impervious to both hard and soft tactics, Qi Xiu clenched his teeth so hard they made a grating sound.
Am I this annoying when I sell things to people?
"Stop hesitating. My medicinal wine is quality assured on the Ghost Market. There is absolutely no false advertising. If it's no use, you don't even need to find me—the Ghost Market itself would skewer me."
Seeing that Qi Xiu was still somewhat hesitant, the stall owner threw in some more firewood.
"Fine, it's just nine hundred taels, I'll pay up!"
Thinking of how the nine hundred taels he had painstakingly earned hadn't even had a chance to warm up before they were gone, Qi Xiu took a deep breath.
