Bargaining
The farm manager said earnestly, "That's right. Fifty thousand dollars, a friends-and-family price. No rip-offs, whether you're young or old!"
He was an honest man. He absolutely hadn't violated the pricing regulations set by the Bureau of Price Management, and he guaranteed that the goods were genuine and fairly priced.
If a snake dared sell for fifty thousand dollars at a farmers' market, it would probably be beaten to death on the spot. There'd be no way to do business.
"Your Chinese Snake General sells for that price?"
Bowden Crison looked doubtful. If a Snake General capable of wiping out an elite US Military company only cost fifty thousand dollars, then bring him a hundred more!
The farm manager sneered. "What Snake General? It's only a Snake Soldier."
Those foreign devils really had no eye for quality. They had actually mistaken a Snake Soldier for a Snake General, and look how happy they were. If he'd known the business would be this easy, he would have wholesaled an entire cultivation chamber to them long ago and made several hundred million dollars.
The Snake General rank had existed from the beginning. Snake Generals and Snake Soldiers were new terms defined later for cultivation and breeding.
"What is a Snake Soldier? Is it a species of Snake General?"
The deputy general manager of American Damon Company felt increasingly that something was wrong. Had the Snake General Edy Brandon had risked his life to capture not actually been a Snake General?
"Hahaha, a Snake Soldier is a Snake Soldier, and a Snake General is a Snake General. This thing is one rank below a Snake General. The Snake Generals we cultivate grow from among the Snake Soldiers. Only one Snake General can emerge from every hundred thousand Snake Soldiers."
The farm manager