He sat with his legs crossed, staring at the Potion Master.
He would never make the deal at that price. First of all, the stuff was not worth a million; its value could not possibly equal that of a three-star origin.
It was merely a supplementary potion, nowhere near that valuable.
Besides, he had already blown a hundred million. To put it plainly, he had already paid a price. If the other party continued to be insatiably greedy, he would rather give up.
"We both know what's what, so there's no need to pretend otherwise. The potion is only a supplement. What really does the work is the three-star origin. If you were selling three-star origins, I'd be willing to pay an even higher price."
"But not for potions. For a thousand bottles, I can only give you another hundred million points. Including the hundred million I paid for the right to buy them, you'll receive two hundred million points. That works out to two hundred thousand per bottle, nearly the value of a three-star origin. You're not losing out."
The Demon Emperor's words made the Potion Master spring to his feet.
"No. That price is too low. The hundred million was only for purchasing rights, and you paid it willingly. It can't be counted toward the price of the potions."
"Even at two hundred thousand each, you still need to pay another two hundred million points."
Demon Emperor Daochen rubbed his chin. "So you agree to two hundred thousand points per bottle? Fine, then. I only want a hundred bottles. Twenty million. We can make the deal now."
The man's face instantly turned livid.
If he lost this opportunity, he might never get another chance to sell these potions.
He urgently needed points to exchange for something extremely valuable.