This time, An Chen didn't take anything. He waited for Sun Zhijun to walk up to him, then, as if performing a magic trick, produced a wooden box.
"It's good stuff, anyway."
Sun Zhijun was stunned by An Chen's move, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"You... this is..."
"A qiankun bag, also a good item from Kyushu."
However, An Chen didn't mention that only Cultivator could use a qiankun bag.
"Then this thing, do you think it's possible to..."
An Chen shook his head.
"Do you think this thing is that easy to get?"
Actually, qiankun bags weren't hard to acquire; they could be exchanged for dozens of Spirit Stones on the market, though this wasn't cheap for An Chen.
"Understood, understood! But if one day, sir, you can get one, I will definitely pay a hefty sum for it!"
This was exactly what An Chen wanted.
He couldn't let Sun Zhijun think this item was easy to obtain, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sell it for a high price.
Sun Zhijun took out an electronic scale and carefully removed the Qingxin Grass Leaf from the wooden box, placing it on the scale. After the numbers stabilized, he immediately took the Qingxin Grass Leaf off and put it back into the wooden box.
He was also worried that the Qingxin Grass Leaf would wither and lose value.
"Four hundred thirty-one grams... How about we stick to the unit price from last time? Then I'll round it up to... fifty thousand yuan exactly, how about that? I've added a bit, so you're not losing out."
"Alright."
An Chen nodded.
"Still cash?"
An Chen continued to nod.
"Then..."
Sun Zhijun rubbed his hands and leaned closer to An Chen, smiling as he said:
"I see that sir hasn't moved, so you must have something else to take out, right?"
An Chen raised an eyebrow.
Sun Zhijun was indeed a shrewd businessman.
"Yes."
An Chen flipped his palm, and a small porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.
"Is this still the same kind of Medicinal Pill as last time?"
Sun Zhijun's eyes lit up.
The Qingxin Grass Leaf An Chen brought last time sold very well; he sold it for double the price. But that Qingxin Pill, one pill sold for fifty thousand.
There was a forty thousand difference in profit there.
It was a good thing An Chen didn't know, or he would have been heartbroken.
"No."
An Chen shook his head.
"Then what is it?"
"Rejuvenation Pill, have you heard of it?"
"Heard of it, heard of it!"
He had, of course, seen yesterday's news.
In fact, he was now more focused on news related to Transmigration than even Transcendents like An Chen. He remembered all the Medicinal Pills and their corresponding effects clearly.
And since yesterday evening, he had been looking forward to An Chen's arrival, bringing him these Spirit Pills.
If even a refreshing Qingxin Pill was so valuable, how much would a treasure that could cure diseases and save lives be worth?
Just thinking about it, Sun Zhijun almost laughed out loud.
"There are ten here."
An Chen opened the bottle cap, but only a small slit, allowing the pill's fragrance to escape.
Then he shook the porcelain bottle again, letting Sun Zhijun clearly hear the sound of the Medicinal Pills rattling inside.
"Then shall we still go by ten thousand per pill..."
An Chen suddenly closed the lid and put the porcelain bottle away.
"No, no, no! This item is too precious! Ten thousand per pill is certainly too little, far too little!"
Sun Zhijun, sensing An Chen's dissatisfaction, quickly tried to make amends.
"How about you name a price?"
"One hundred thousand, per pill."
Sun Zhijun quickly waved his hand.
"That's too expensive! And I don't have that much cash on hand! I've also looked into this Rejuvenation Pill; it's very effective for treating external injuries when taken orally. But right now, people with external injuries either get better without going to the hospital, or they don't make it to the hospital and die. There aren't many people who need this kind of medicine, and even fewer who can afford such expensive medicine..."
What Sun Zhijun said was true, but An Chen knew that rhetoric wasn't about deception at all, but about downplaying the important and emphasizing the trivial.
Everything he said was true, but he only spoke of aspects beneficial to himself, while unfavorable points were glossed over.
What Sun Zhijun said was not false, but he deliberately concealed the fact that many people were currently seeking various Medicinal Pills.
After all, no matter how few had the immediate need, the concept of "better safe than sorry" was still ingrained in the genes of the Chinese people. Who wouldn't want to keep such a life-saving item?
Also, sometimes, if one suffered a severe external injury and didn't receive timely treatment, it could lead to serious consequences like amputation. But if there was such a Medicinal Pill, there wouldn't be such consequences.
Moreover, although the Rejuvenation Pill was very effective for treating external injuries, it didn't mean it couldn't treat other illnesses.
Not to mention common colds, even more serious flu pneumonia could be cured with one such Medicinal Pill, all of which was written in yesterday's news.
An Chen felt that this had been carefully verified by Kunpeng and could not be wrong.
For some elderly people, a common flu could potentially be fatal, and ordinary treatments were very damaging to the body. This kind of Medicinal Pill from another world became the best choice.
"One hundred twenty thousand."
Therefore, An Chen not only didn't lower the price but raised it by another twenty thousand.
"Wait!"
Sun Zhijun saw that this white-clothed fellow wasn't falling for it at all, so he quickly grabbed him, forcing a smile onto his face.
"Aren't we supposed to be discussing the price properly? Why are you raising the price at the drop of a hat?"
"If you don't take it, I'll raise it again. You've made a lot of money from the goods I gave you before, haven't you? Don't think I don't know; I've let you gain so much profit, and you take me for a fool?"
An Chen didn't know exactly how much Sun Zhijun had sold, but he certainly hadn't earned little money. Therefore, using this to trick Sun Zhijun was always effective.
Although he knew that the profit margin might be much larger than he thought, An Chen was still more willing to use Sun Zhijun as an intermediary to sell his goods.
Safety was more important than anything else.
Sweat was dripping down Sun Zhijun's forehead.
He also knew that some Transcendents were very powerful. His son's classmate could easily take down two vicious criminals!
If he accidentally angered this person, his own safety wouldn't be guaranteed.
"Yes, you're right, you're right!"
Sun Zhijun quickly apologized, then counted on his fingers.
"One hundred twenty thousand... ten pills would be one million two hundred thousand. Although that's a bit much, I can barely manage it, but if it's in cash... I can't do it!"
After all, he had just made a large sum from An Chen, and combined with his own savings, buying all of An Chen's goods wouldn't be a problem, but most of his money was in his account.
"The goods are right here with me. I'll give you as much as you can afford, and for the rest, I'll trade with you next time."
Sun Zhijun ran back into the house and then came out with a bag, which was filled with bundles of cash.
"I have a total of four hundred eleven thousand here. How about I buy three of your Medicinal Pills and take all of your Qingxin Grass Leaf? How does that sound?"