Once Fang Qianyuan made up his mind, he immediately explained his intentions.
"Brother Fang, you really don't want this thing?" Wen Qingfei asked, rather surprised to hear it.
"That's right. It's a fine item, but it doesn't suit me," Fang Qianyuan said calmly.
"Tigerhead Bee had it, and you still killed him easily, Brother Fang. I suppose it really isn't good enough for you. But how much do you plan to sell it for?" Wen Qingfei blinked, a playful look in her eyes.
"How about a hundred thousand?" Fang Qianyuan ventured a high price.
"That's too expensive." Sure enough, Wen Qingfei objected.
"Magic treasures are extraordinary items. Any one of them is worth that price," Fang Qianyuan said.
"You have a point, Brother Fang, but that's the price you'd pay at a merchant association's auction or to commission one. If you sold it to a merchant association, you'd be lucky if they offered thirty thousand. They have to account for depreciation and leave room for their own profit," Wen Qingfei said with a smile.
Fang Qianyuan had now seen another side of Miss Wen beyond her gentle, adorable manner. She was a woman of firm principles: when she said she would repay him, she did just that, never disputing his share of the magic treasure or the spoils. But when it came to business, she was just as unwilling to yield an inch.
Fang Qianyuan could only relent. "That's why I'm not selling it to a merchant association. Your Wen lineage has vast holdings and a thriving business anyway. How about this-eighty thousand, and it's yours?"
Wen Qingfei replied, half reproachful and half indignant, "Brother Fang, our Wen lineage hardly has vast holdings and a thriving business. You're the disciple of an Earth Rank Expert, and a genius with boundless