"Just tell me straight—how many Spirit Stones?" Yang Zhengshan said with lofty confidence.
"If it's soft armor, seven Spirit Stones per set will do. Hard armor would be about..." Qiu Jin pondered for a moment before saying, "Sixty Spirit Stones per set!"
Hearing that price, Yang Zhengshan could not help being a little stunned.
This set of snakeskin could probably sell for around ten Spirit Stones, and he wanted to use it to forge spirit armor—only to have to add more than three hundred Spirit Stones on top.
Meow, was that reasonable?
"Isn't this snakeskin only worth ten Spirit Stones?"
Yang Zhengshan really wanted to ask: was it worthy?
Qiu Jin gave a light cough and said, "If Brother Yang wants to sell the snakeskin, I can offer twelve Spirit Stones!"
"What do you mean?" Yang Zhengshan was somewhat at a loss.
Qiu Jin smiled wryly. "Brother Yang may not be very clear on this, but in our line of work, what we sell is craftsmanship!"
"..."
Yang Zhengshan was completely speechless.
So that was how it was.
This was a technological monopoly. What they sold was the technique, not the spiritual material.
It was that Runic Secret Technique.
All of a sudden, Yang Zhengshan's desire for the Runic Secret Technique reached a new height.
Meow, if he also possessed a complete inheritance of the Runic Secret Technique, wouldn't he be able to pull off a technological monopoly too?
"Five sets of soft armor and five sets of hard armor will take me at least Three Months to complete. During these Three Months, I won't be able to take any other business!"
"Don't blame me, Brother Yang. I'm doing this to support my family!"
Qiu Jin said.
What else could Yang Zhengshan say? Qiu Jin was already considered honest. If