"Waiter, we would like to meet several of Juhai Tower's shopkeepers. What must we do to be received by them?" Qin Fengming cut in, casually placing a Mahayana pill into the waiter's hand.
Qin Fengming knew money could make even ghosts turn millstones. If he wanted others to willingly do things for him, the simplest method was to let them receive benefits beyond imagination.
A single Mahayana pill refined by Qin Fengming could fetch several hundred immortal Spirit Stones at auction.
Qin Fengming had casually given away such a pill without so much as blinking, making this well-traveled Juhai Tower waiter's heart pound.
Because the moment the pill entered his hand, he immediately sensed that the medicinal efficacy it contained was far beyond the pills he had taken before.
"If the honored guests wish to see the shopkeeper, this lowly one will go invite him at once. Please follow this lowly one to a guest room and be seated."
The effect of one pill was enormous. The three were immediately led to an elegant reception room on the first floor. As they passed through the hall, Qin Fengming made a rough count: there were twenty-eight tables set out, and guests occupied seventeen of them.
With prices so high, yet still so many cultivators coming here, it seemed Juhai Tower's wine and food truly did have something unique about them.
From the surface of the wine and dishes, nothing could be seen, and Qin Fengming naturally felt too embarrassed to go up and inspect them closely. Following the waiter, the three sat down in the elegant room.
A full incense stick's time later, that waiter finally appeared again, leading in a hale and hearty old man.
"Hahaha... I saw magpies calling joyfully on the branches this morning and knew distinguished guests