He started by quoting the market price and took a look at the other man, realizing he probably knew the market rates as well.
And so, Zhang Deming launched into his usual spiel. "You're trying to sell this on the sly," he said. "No matter what story you tell me, I can't rule out the possibility that these are illicit goods.
On that point alone, it's worth ten Spirit Stones at most, unless you can prove its origin.
But from the looks of it, you're clearly planning to sell it secretly, aren't you?
Secondly, this Cultivation Technique has a major flaw, so its value has to be cut in half again. Therefore, your price is high. Way too high."
As Zhang Deming calmly recited his list of faults and slashed the price, Li Shifan's face twitched. He clearly wasn't much of a haggler.
After a long moment, he finally asked, "Then how many Spirit Stones do you think it's worth?"
Without batting an eye, Zhang Deming held up three fingers and said, "Three."
"Wha—?!!"
