Paul picked up the bone shard from the bar. In truth, the moment he had seen it, his heart had already been stirred.
It was just that no one had it easy these days, and he did not want to earn any less, so he still put on a show of examining it closely.
"Sir... boss, we father and son squatted in the mountains for a long time to get this. The processing is first-rate too. If you want to swindle us, I guarantee no one will ever come here to buy anything again."
Chen Cheng looked like an old hand, without the slightest trace of a six-year-old child about him. Especially with his near-teenage height, Paul truly took him for a somewhat impulsive young man.
"Fine. This bone shard really was processed very well, and it was taken fresh from a kill. Its quality is beyond reproach."
Hearing Paul say that, Chen Cheng nodded in satisfaction, then raised the wine bottle in his hand and took a long swig.
"Enough. Name your price. Stop spouting this useless nonsense. We father and son want to get out there and have some fun soon."
Paul set down the bone shard in his hand, then said:
"I, Paul, have always been very reputable. At market price, this piece of Fragrant Bone is worth at least a thousand Gold Coins. But here, I can only offer you one-tenth of that—one hundred Gold Coins."
Chen Cheng slammed the wine bottle heavily onto the bar, and the commotion immediately drew the attention of the other people in the tavern.
Paul quietly reached for the sword at his waist. Clearly, he had already prepared for Chen Cheng and Samlet to cause trouble.
Yet Chen Cheng burst into loud laughter.
"You really are a profiteer. I said