"The asking price is eight million, and your counteroffer is one coin?"
This…
Not only Li Chunsheng and the stall owner, but even Yang Hu and the others were stunned, their mouths agape in disbelief.
This wasn't bargaining; this was a blatant insult!
Chen Yang, on the other hand, was not surprised.
Looking at the dazed Li Chunsheng and the stall owner, Pill Dragon King chuckled. "Selling or not?"
SMACK!
The stall owner slammed his palm on the table, the flesh on his face quivering as his gaze turned icy. "I called you 'senior' out of respect for your age. What's this? Are you here to cause trouble?"
"Or are you trying to rob me, Old Zhu?" His words were firm and powerful.
"Have you ever seen a 500-year-old Golden Thread Lotus?" Pill Dragon King asked cheerfully, holding his pipe.
"Heh!" The stall owner pointed a carrot-thick finger at the herb in the wooden box. "Isn't one right in front of you?"
