"It could be put that way." Qian Hui's expression was somewhat strange, but he clearly agreed.
"Thank you, Brother Qian." Su Chen said solemnly, "I'll remember this kindness."
Sure enough, Qian Hui's tightly furrowed brow relaxed considerably. He let out a sigh and said, "Quite a few people have been keeping an eye on what I have here. Now that you've taken it, I won't have to offend anyone anymore."
"Your status is high enough. No one else can say anything."
"Oh, and this." Qian Hui opened another metal case beside him. Inside were three tubes of thick, crimson potion.
"Tier 2 Miasma Potion. This is your quota for one week."
"Why not just give us several weeks' worth? Then we wouldn't have to keep running back and forth," Fatty Sun muttered.
Qian Hui's face darkened. "Then have the Trade Repository send more over."
"I was joking. Why are you getting worked up?" Fatty Sun shook his head helplessly.
Seeing that Qian Hui was so angry he was about to make a move, Su Chen hurriedly smoothed things over. "It's good to come back more often. I can also learn more from Brother Qian."
After chatting for a while, Su Chen and Fatty Sun finally left.
"Don't think you owe him anything. Old Qian screwed me over plenty of times before," Fatty Sun explained after they came out.
If anyone owed someone, it should be me.
"I understand," Su Chen said sincerely.
Fatty Sun felt relieved. Talking to Su Chen was truly effortless, and he could not help but start calculating. "Hmm, all that's left is a Body Forging Method..."
"I'm in charge of the Body Forging Methods. For a Storm Hunter, the E-grade Fierce Wind Body Tempering Method should work well. It uses blazing cyclones to temper the body,"