Trading III

"Is there anything else, Baron Opal?"

Gilan stopped and turned back to ask.

"Mr. Blood Owl, if you're dissatisfied with my offer, you can say so directly."

The fat man smiled again.

"Business negotiations take time."

"I am indeed somewhat dissatisfied." Gilan nodded.

"How about this..." Baron Opal thought for a moment. "We can discuss the sales arrangement for the Wick Potion. I'll always maintain a higher selling price than yours, so it won't have much impact on you."

"This clause can also be written into the contract to ensure it is carried out. What do you think?"

"Even without that clause, there wouldn't really be any conflict between us."

Gilan shook his head.

Baron Opal smiled, because what Blood Owl said was indeed true. He appeared to be making a concession, but in reality, he would suffer no loss at all. It was merely that the other party had seen through his little trap.

"Then what do you have in mind, Mr. Blood Owl?"

As the man behind two small trading fairs, he had a shrewd eye. He could tell that Blood Owl did not refuse to sell the formula; his offer simply was not high enough.

"I want thirty percent of the Wick Potion's sales profits."

Gilan spoke calmly.

Hearing this, Baron Opal did not get angry. He merely shook his head with a smile.

"Mr. Blood Owl, you really know how to joke."

"After deducting material costs, brewing costs, sales costs, and even the immeasurable risks involved, the potion's profit margin would be at most ten percent. You wouldn't need to do anything, yet you want to take a third of the money. That is truly too greedy."

"Baron Opal, as expected of an old hand in business. Your ability to make things up on the spot