“Is there anything else?”
“Yes!”
Actually, Sun Zhijun was already a bit reluctant to introduce more.
If someone couldn't even afford Qingxin Grass Leaf powder, they likely couldn't afford anything else either.
But out of professional ethics, Sun Zhijun still took out the small porcelain bottle.
“What’s in this bottle is a Medicinal Pill refined from the leaves I just showed you. Medicinal Pills are truly miraculous, just like in novels. If you take one, you’ll feel refreshed and invigorated, and your mind will stay clear for a long time, free from Miscellaneous . My clients have told me that their thinking remains very agile for a week after taking this!”
“How much?”
Sun Zhijun crossed his index fingers in front of him.
“One hundred thousand.”
Su Xiaojiu asked again.
“Anything else?”
Sun Zhijun’s eyelids twitched.
What did this guy mean by only asking and not buying?
Could she really be a pauper?
But that didn’t make sense; if she really had no money, how did she get the information?
Could it be that someone really leaked it?
“Ahem… I also have a treasure here, but it’s too precious for me to show you.”
Su Xiaojiu raised an eyebrow.
“What is it that’s so precious?”
Sun Zhijun looked around, as if afraid of being overheard, and specifically lowered his voice, leaning close to Su Xiaojiu to whisper:
“Rejuvenation Pill!”
Su Xiaojiu leaned back slightly.
“Is that the miraculous external injury medicine?”
“Exactly! Most external injuries you can imagine can be largely healed with just one of these! And it’s not just for external injuries; some more serious flu-like illnesses can also be cured with one!”
Sun Zhijun smiled, saying mysteriously:
“You know the most famous company in South City, Penguin Technology, right? One of their executives has already pre-ordered a Rejuvenation Pill from me! After all, with this, it’s like having an extra half-life! I only have a mere two, and now there’s only one Rejuvenation Pill left!”
Su Xiaojiu didn't know what kind of company Penguin Technology was, but she guessed it must be a very powerful one; An Chen would definitely know.
“Then how much do you sell this Rejuvenation Pill for?”
This time, Sun Zhijun held up one finger.
“Ten thousand? That cheap?”
The previous “ten” was one hundred thousand, so now it should be ten thousand, right?
Sun Zhijun almost choked on himself.
“It’s one million!”
Wanting to buy a Rejuvenation Pill for ten thousand, was this person out of their mind?
One million?
This number startled Su Xiaojiu.
She remembered that a mobile phone cost only a few thousand, and a piece of clothing a few tens of yuan. So, the Rejuvenation Pills, of which she had an unknown number in her qiankun bag, could actually be exchanged for thousands of phones or tens of thousands of clothes?
This was too outrageous.
Su Xiaojiu turned and left, secretly cursing him as a profiteer in her heart.
“Hey, hey, hey!”
Sun Zhijun, seeing Su Xiaojiu about to leave, was a little anxious.
“If you think the price isn’t right, we can negotiate!”
“I don’t think the price isn’t right; I just need to go back and relay the price.”
Su Xiaojiu calmly spoke the lines An Chen had taught her earlier, and after speaking, she even blinked.
After saying that, she could just leave, right?
And then she really left, and Sun Zhijun really didn't stop her.
“Relay it?”
Sun Zhijun pondered this sentence and immediately realized.
He knew why this woman only asked and didn't buy; it turned out there was someone else behind her!
It made sense; this person didn't look like the type of rich person, and if she was just a subordinate… then it all made sense!
“Then you take care! My phone number is that one; if you have any needs, feel free to contact me anytime!”
Sun Zhijun smiled as he saw Su Xiaojiu off, let out a long breath, and a relaxed smile spread across his face.
He now truly felt that all the businesses he had done before were too childish.
In the past, the things he dealt with were only tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, but now, a single Medicinal Pill could sell for a million.
And those two mysterious Transcendents should bring him even better things in the future…
These two people were his cash cows; anything good they brought from Kyushu would mean immense profits.
Moreover, he now had a small group of relatively trustworthy customers, and with connections to these people, what business wouldn't start at six or seven figures?
Just relying on these connections, even if he didn't do Spirit Medicine business from Kyushu in the future, he could still get rich.
As Sun Zhijun thought this, he opened his phone and checked his balance. Seeing the reassuring seven-figure sum, an expression of enjoyment reappeared on his face.
Now, not only could his mortgage and car loan be paid off, but he could also live the life of a rich person in the future, and his wife and children could also have a good life…
Thinking of this, Sun Zhijun wanted to burst out laughing, then take off his shirt and dance.
Sun Zhijun kissed his phone, chuckled twice, turned off the lights in his shop, then closed the main door, locked it, and walked away humming a tune.
But what he didn't know was that in the shadows across the street, the customer Su Xiaojiu, whom he had just seen off, and the mysterious expert who supplied him, were standing together, staring intently at him.
“You’re saying he sells the powder made from qingxin grass for 5499 per ten grams?”
An Chen gritted his teeth, his eyes following Sun Zhijun, and asked.
“Exactly!”
“You’re saying he sells Qingxin Pills for one hundred thousand each?”
“Exactly!”
“You’re saying he sells Rejuvenation Pills for a full one million each?”
“Exactly!”
The improvement in his physical fitness had also improved An Chen’s teeth considerably; otherwise, An Chen would surely have ground his teeth to dust.
This Sun Zhijun!
An Chen took two deep breaths, suppressing the Qi in his heart.
He couldn't blame Sun Zhijun for this; after all, he was the one who sold the goods to Sun Zhijun first. How much Sun Zhijun could resell them for was Sun Zhijun’s own ability.
Sun Zhijun didn't owe him anything.
He felt unacceptable only because he felt he had lost a lot.
In fact, he really did lose a lot…
Perhaps the long period of simple living had made An Chen somewhat vague about the concept of money, which led him to set the price a tiny bit too low when selling goods to Sun Zhijun.
“This person is purely a profiteer! An Chen, don’t cooperate with him; you should do it yourself instead!”
Su Xiaojiu advised, but An Chen still shook his head.
“No, professional matters must be handled by professionals. I really might not do better than him.”
“But you wouldn't lose this much!”
“This isn’t a loss; it’s just earning less. We’re not losing a single penny.”
An Chen laughed; this was a common pitfall for gamblers, but he wouldn't fall into it.
“It’s still more convenient to sell through him, so he’s the one exposed to the light, not me… But, I’ll definitely have to raise the price next time I sell something.”