A Deep Grudge

"That's right."

The Myriad Treasures Pavilion shopkeeper explained with a beaming smile, "The Tianxiang Tower Dai Mei Rouge you wish to purchase is in extremely high demand. Our pavilion currently has no surplus stock, so you need to place an order."

Yongle Immortal City did not have a Tianxiang Tower. In fact, "Tianxiang Tower" was equivalent to a brand name from Wang Chen's Previous Life.

Since he could not find it anywhere else, Wang Chen had come to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

And judging by the Myriad Treasures Pavilion shopkeeper's expression, he suspected this was a luxury brand!

"No surplus?"

Wang Chen caught the implication in the other man's words. "So you do have stock?"

"That is all stock ordered by other customers."

The shopkeeper's smile became even more amiable. "If you wish to take it first, you will need to add more Spirit Stones."

Wang Chen could not help asking, "How much more?"

"The original price of one box of Tianxiang Tower Dai Mei Rouge is ninety Medium Spirit Stones."

The other man replied, "If you wish to collect it early, you must pay an additional twenty Medium Spirit Stones."

"What?!"

Wang Chen nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. "Medium Spirit Stones?"

A single box of rouge cost ninety Medium Spirit Stones—equivalent to over ten thousand Lower Spirit Stones.

As a prison guard in the Prison Department, Wang Chen's pay was considered quite high even in Yongle Immortal City. Yet he needed nearly two months' wages to afford one such box of rouge.

Not to mention the extra twenty Medium Spirit Stones.

This was daylight robbery!

Wang Chen dearly wanted to turn around and leave.

But at the moment he turned, he suddenly recalled the last thing Yu Fei had said to him.

"Little Brother Wang, you're a