Actually, he could make the cost a bit cheaper, but this medicine is for Zhao Zhiruo, and Ye Qingfeng used better herbs.
Ye Qingfeng's words left everyone present in a daze; this person is just too, how should I say, too excessive, relying on his abilities, without a spirit of helping others for happiness.
This person's words are so domineering; clearly, it's just something worth tens of thousands of dollars. I want to sell it for a billion, what can you do about it?
"Well," the fat man didn't know what to say. The elixir is his, and he can sell it for as much as he wants. There is nothing he could do.
"Ye Qingfeng, why don't you sell them a portion, anyway," Su Qiong couldn't help but suggest, feeling that Ye Qingfeng was too domineering.
Anyway, it's just something worth tens of thousands of dollars, why sell it so expensively and make it difficult for others? Moreover, Ye Qingfeng himself said that this elixir is not difficult to make.
