"Sect Master Ning, you know me. I'm only a theoretical researcher, not much good at business."
Yu Cheng kept him in suspense.
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly but said nothing.
He held his teacup and gently blew the tea leaves floating on its surface.
Not much good at business?
The way he'd named a sky-high price and then bargained from there showed he'd mastered the very essence of trade.
He'd opened at a hundred million and genuinely stunned both me and Xue Qinghe.
Through the rest of the negotiations, Xue Qinghe and I had followed Yu Cheng's lead.
And he called that not being good at business?
Ning Fengzhi did not call him out.
He had spent his life knowing how to deal with people. If the young man wanted to feign modesty, he could simply play along.
"Who hasn't heard of Master Yu Cheng? Your Whale Rubber Theory shook the entire Soul Master World."
Ning Fengzhi picked up the conversation with a smile.
"You flatter me, Sect Master Ning. The second transaction actually concerns the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
Yu Cheng waved a hand, his expression turning serious.
"Please, Master Yu Cheng."
Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup and gestured for him to continue.
"Rongrong and I once spent two or three months alone together. With nothing much to do on the road, I discussed it with her in depth."
Yu Cheng spoke without beating around the bush.
"Oh?"
Interest entered Ning Fengzhi's eyes. "What did your research uncover, Master Yu Cheng?"
Following the Whale Rubber Theory, Ning Rongrong had absorbed a thousand-year Second Soul Ring beyond the usual age limit.
Its amplification was five percent higher than that of the other direct-line disciples.
Ning Fengzhi had been so delighted by the news that he had slept poorly for