The matter of grain seeds was progressing, and Shen Tang finally had peace of mind.
As for haggling and all that?
She couldn't have been more comfortable leaving it to Gu Chi and the others.
While Shen Tang was at ease, Wu Yuan was so aggrieved that even his low blood pressure had recovered. Every day, his blood pressure shot through the roof. The people from the Northern Desert had come prepared, too. Whenever they found a point they could argue on solid grounds, they would deliberately stir up emotions, hoping to seize the advantage with their fervor and momentum, then press it home. But they had run into Luan Xin, who took his time with everything. How could the Northern Desert side keep their emotions going?
It was like having a bucket of cold water dumped over you just as you got worked up, or having your rhythm broken and choking on your own breath. Once or twice was fine, but after three, four, five times, who could stand it? Even the most composed person would be provoked into a nameless fury, and once they were burning with anger, it was easy to make mistakes.
Gu Chi had the other side's innermost thoughts pinned down to a T. Most of them, however, had been coached by Wu Yuan and were cautious during negotiations. Some even deliberately exposed flaws in their thoughts, offering up a supposed "bottom price" as bait. Gu Chi's side didn't take the bait so easily, either. The two sides traded barbs and schemes, arguing until their faces were red and their necks bulged over the price of a standard-quality tea brick. Gong Cheng listened for two whole days.
The Northern Desert's purchase price was only twelve coins apart from Shen Tang's asking price. Neither side budged