"Wait, brother Lu!"
Han Xian called out urgently, "We can discuss the price!"
He hurried forward, trying to stop Lu Yu, anxiety coloring his tone. "Fifty percent! I'll offer fifty percent. How about it?"
Lu Yu did not stop walking. He merely tossed back a faint reply. "Seventy percent."
"This..."
Han Xian wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and said, "The medicinal ingredients, manpower, and sales channels will all be handled by my Medicine Gang. Seventy percent is a bit..."
Lu Yu finally stopped and turned to face Han Xian, his gaze sharp as a blade. In a tone that brooked no argument, he said, "Seventy percent. That's my bottom line. No negotiation. Just the Golden Origin Pill, which is comparable to a Fourth-grade Pill, is enough to make you earn until your bowls overflow."
"And besides, I'm only responsible for refining the Golden Origin Pill and two other kinds of pills. Supply will be limited each month."
Han Xian's expression shifted uncertainly. Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead. After struggling inwardly for a moment, he finally let out a long sigh and said, "...Deal!"
"However, brother Lu, you must provide at least thirty Golden Origin Pills each month."
"Twenty."
Lu Yu answered decisively. Then he said no more and walked straight into the courtyard, giving an instruction as he went. "Xian'er, prepare the contract."
Hearing this, Han Xian gave a bitter smile, but there was nothing he could do.
Seventy percent of the profits. This had practically reached his bottom line. Although the Medicine Gang would still make money, it truly would not be much.
But the current situation left him no choice. If Lu Yu's high-quality pills were allowed to circulate freely in the Inner Academy, the Medicine Gang's ordinary pills would have no