Jun Changxiao had never expected Mo Shangsheng to directly ask for ten thousand Healing Pills.
That was quite a large quantity. He did not have that much in stock.
Ever since obtaining the High-grade Healing Pill Formula, he had kept Li Qingyang refining them, but because they required dozens of medicinal herbs, the output had never been high.
Moreover, he had originally refined these pills so disciples entering the Plane Battlefield would have an extra life, and since not many people entered, he had never seriously considered mass production.
This business negotiation did give Jun Changxiao a reminder.
After returning, he had to take this seriously. Even if disciples were rarely injured in their daily lives, only with sufficient stock could he be prepared for any eventuality.
"Sect Master Jun."
Mo Shangsheng said seriously, "I hope our cooperation will be pleasant, not some game of schemes and calculations."
The underlying meaning was—
I'm no fool either, so don't you dare cheat me!
He was mainly worried that if there were not enough of those miraculous pills, Jun Changxiao might pass off ordinary Healing Pills as the real thing.
Jun Changxiao leaned forward, raised one hand, and swore, "I, Jun Changxiao, have always based my business on integrity. If I ever engage in schemes and calculations, may heaven strike me with five thunderbolts!"
"You overstate it, Sect Master Jun."
Though Mo Shangsheng said that aloud, he did relax slightly inside.
However, when the day of the transaction came, he would definitely inspect everything with the utmost care. After all, his Spirit Stones had not been blown in on the wind.
"City Lord Mo."
Jun Changxiao tapped his fingers against the table and said, "For the Healing Pill your continent's martial artist took earlier, I'll give you the cost price."
The system: