"You mean... you arranged those medicinal herb shops yourself?" Mandala and Qingtan were both startled. Although Xiao Yan had not said it outright, neither woman was a fool, and they immediately guessed what he meant. Yet that was precisely why they were so shocked.
The people from the Purple Yin Sect had paid ten times the market price for medicinal herbs to cut off Xiao Yan's supply. They probably never imagined that he was not worried about medicinal herbs at all. More absurdly still, the person selling them those herbs was Xiao Yan himself. In other words, not only had their operation accomplished nothing, they had willingly handed him a huge sum of money. No wonder he had said he would make them so furious they spat blood. This maneuver really was outrageous.
"But if we're going to put on a show, we should play it through to the end." After a moment's thought, Mandala suddenly said, "I think we should still send people elsewhere and make a show of buying medicinal herbs. That will make them think we've reached the end of our rope. Otherwise, if they see us doing nothing, they might grow suspicious."
"And I think we can temporarily reduce the number of pills we sell. That way, they'll think our medicinal herbs are almost exhausted, and we have no choice but to cut back on pills for now." Qingtan offered her own suggestion. Although she knew nothing about business, she understood the tactic of showing weakness to the enemy.
"You both have a point. Let's do as you suggest." Xiao Yan nodded lightly. He had actually thought of this himself, but had deliberately left that gap for Mandala and Qingtan to see whether they could fill it. They had not disappointed him, which meant he could