Since that was the case, Kunpeng's attitude towards them was one of tacit approval; there was no need for him to be secretive.
The two left the shop, and then An Chen gave Su Xiaojiu a phone number.
As soon as the number was dialed, it was picked up on the other end.
“Hello, who is this?”
Fifteen minutes later, Sun Zhijun rushed to his small shop, fumbled for the keys in his bag, hastily unlocked the door, walked behind the counter, and sat down.
He held the phone to his ear again, squinting and tilting his other ear to listen for a while.
Soon, he heard faint footsteps coming from outside the door, immediately coughed twice, and then said:
“Yes, yes, yes… It’s good stuff from Kyushu. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Boss Li and Boss Kong! They’ve both experienced the effects and said it’s good! One dose and you’re energized for three days and three nights, perfect for someone like you who needs short-term focus and high-intensity work…”
An Chen, who was secretly watching from the shadows across the street, was stunned.
He seemed to have heard these words before, hadn't he?
When he went to Sun Zhijun’s shop that afternoon, hadn't Sun Zhijun said this exact string of words?
So, this wasn't improvisation; it was a goddamn sales pitch!
When a customer came into the shop, Sun Zhijun didn't say anything, yet it seemed he said everything, creating a false impression and illusion that the product was in high demand and many people wanted it.
This subtly made customers more convinced by the product and increased their desire to purchase.
“I didn’t realize it, but Sun He’s dad is actually so shrewd…”
An Chen muttered.
At this moment, Su Xiaojiu, wearing a mask and a baseball cap, walked into the shop.
“So, it’s settled! Tomorrow, or whenever you have time, come to my shop, and we’ll complete the transaction in person!”
After saying this, Sun Zhijun hung up the phone, walked out from behind the counter, and approached Su Xiaojiu.
“Welcome, customer, what can I get for you?”
Su Xiaojiu first raised an eyebrow and looked around, saying nothing.
“My shop is a bit humble, but good wine needs no bush. The items in my shop are still very good…”
Sun Zhijun rubbed his hands, ushering Su Xiaojiu further into the shop.
“Are you the one who just called, looking for the Qingxin Grass Leaf?”
Sun Zhijun clearly knew, but he still slapped his forehead.
“If not, please forgive me; I’ve had many people looking for me recently, and I’m a bit forgetful!”
“Yes.”
Su Xiaojiu nodded.
“Where is the item? Let me see it.”
Sun Zhijun led Su Xiaojiu to a chair and had her sit down, then took a wooden box from under the counter and pulled out several small paper packets from it.
Once Qingxin Grass Leaf was ground into powder, there was no need to worry about preservation; wrapping it in paper would prevent it from rotting.
“This is it.”
He opened a small corner, revealing a bit of powder.
“This stuff of yours, it’s not some addictive or hallucinogenic substance, is it?”
Su Xiaojiu slowly spoke, her brows furrowed.
These two terms were just taught to her by An Chen.
“No, no! This stuff is just for refreshing yourself, improving focus, and so on. It won’t make you addicted or cause hallucinations!”
Sun Zhijun quickly waved his hand.
This was also the biggest concern for most of his customers.
Whether by sound or appearance, this powder looked a bit too similar to certain illicit drugs.
“That’s good then.”
Sun Zhijun asked again:
“I haven’t asked yet, who introduced you?”
This matter was actually very important.
If a customer helped introduce business, it was a significant favor, and such favors would need to be repaid in the future.
Someone helping to introduce business meant he couldn't just accept it as a given; that would be impolite.
However, it was simple enough; next time, he would just offer a discount.
Having been in business for so many years, he paid extra attention to such matters.
“I heard about it by chance.”
Su Xiaojiu said casually, leaning down to sniff at the paper packet, then showing a satisfied expression.
She was already at Qi Refining Twelfth Level, so this Qingxin Grass Leaf powder was long useless to her, but she still had to feign interest.
All of this An Chen had told her in advance.
“Heard about it by chance?”
Sun Zhijun’s eyes darted around, he immediately reacted, then showed a smiling face again.
“I never thought the good stuff in my little shop would spread so widely…”
Actually, Sun Zhijun understood that this matter wasn't so easy to spread.
Those buyers generally didn't want others to know about this purchasing channel. After all, Sun Zhijun himself said that these rare items from Kyushu were in limited supply. If too many people knew, it would be difficult to acquire them in the future.
Therefore, it was usually difficult to introduce a new customer, let alone have it spread widely.
Since it couldn't have been heard through hearsay, Su Xiaojiu's introducer probably didn't want him to know. Whatever the reason, asking further would be impolite and inappropriate.
Thus, Sun Zhijun chose to remain silent.
“How is it? The effect is good, isn’t it?”
Su Xiaojiu nodded.
“It’s alright, better than I expected.”
“That’s natural. These are all rare treasures from Kyushu, eaten by those Immortals. When ordinary people like us eat them, the effects are naturally unexpectedly good! If you eat more, you might even be able to prolong your life like those Cultivator!”
The most obvious characteristic of Cultivator wasn't their powerful strength, but their long lifespan; this had long been rumored online.
Many people didn't pursue the powerful strength and magical abilities of Cultivator; most were more interested in the Cultivator' extended lifespans.
Not everyone was interested in power, but everyone pursued immortality.
After saying these words, every customer ultimately made the decision to purchase.
“How much?”
Indeed!
Sun Zhijun’s face broke into a smile.
She was starting to ask about the price, which meant this customer had already decided to buy.
“This packet, I only sell for 5499. This stuff is like incense powder; you light it and use it. Just a little bit is enough to fill the whole room with fragrance. The amount in this packet is probably enough for you to use three times.”
Su Xiaojiu weighed it and felt that this packet of Qingxin Grass Leaf powder was only about ten grams. An Chen told her that at the time, one gram sold for 115, so ten grams would be 1150.
Although she still had no concept of the purchasing power of money in this world, she understood numerical comparisons.
This profiteer in front of her actually inflated the price fivefold!
Su Xiaojiu gasped inwardly and secretly complained.
No, she definitely had to have a good talk with An Chen when she got back!
“This price is indeed a bit expensive, but this is, after all, Spirit Medicine from Kyushu. I dare not say I’m the only one who has this stuff, but you definitely won’t find much of this good stuff from Kyushu on the market!”
Noticing Su Xiaojiu’s lack of reaction, Sun Zhijun thought she found it too expensive, so he quickly explained.
What he was selling was primarily based on the principle of “rarity makes it valuable.”