"Hm?" Qu Tan'er, indifferent, said nothing more and directly collected the items from the table.
Decisive, not exchanging after all?
Without a word, she turned to leave—
The old man was startled, seeing her about to step out of the small room, he quickly said, "Customer, we can discuss things. Those items, added up, indeed aren't worth two stalks. On the market, each Soul Saliva Flower is worth eight hundred Gold Coins, two stalks require one million six hundred thousand. For your items, we offer the price, only one million three hundred thousand. Excluding one stalk of Soul Saliva Flower, we can also pay you five hundred Gold Coins."
"..." Qu Tan'er halted her steps, turned back, silent.
Sometimes, not speaking puts more pressure on people.
The more you talk, the lighter people will perceive you.
Qu Tan'er understood this principle deeply, so she was taciturn, waiting for the old man to speak himself.
