"Uh, I came here to sell these to you. What price were you prepared to offer?" Lu Yang asked.
"500 gold coins. How about I give you a total of 500 gold coins for these formulas?" Slov asked excitedly.
Lu Yang took the formulas back from Slov and put them into his backpack. Pretending to be frightened, he said, "Your offer is too low, nowhere near the purchase prices listed on those potions. Since you aren't sincerely interested, I'll go sell them to those people instead."
How could Slov possibly let Lu Yang leave? He hurriedly said, "My friend, shall we talk over there?"
Lu Yang naturally agreed. Following Slov aside, he asked, "Esteemed Mr. Slov, how much are you willing to offer?"
Slov stared at Lu Yang and asked, "How much do you want to sell them for?"
Lu Yang said in a sticky, drawling tone, "I asked other Indian apothecary guilds. They were willing to pay 1 million gold coins."
"1 million gold coins?" Slov's eyes widened in agitation. "Why don't you just rob me?"
Lu Yang said, "This potion is currently the rarest of its kind. Once it's made, you can sell it and earn even more money. I don't have the talent for potion-making, nor do I have enough manpower, so I want to sell it. If your offer is lower than the apothecary guilds', then sorry, I'll sell it to them."
"You're saying this can make a lot of money?" Slov asked.
Lu Yang pretended to be honest as he said, "You can check your auction house. There isn't a single potion on the market with the same attributes as this one. These are the highest possible attributes. Once it goes on sale, everyone will welcome it. You know there are plenty of people in