This young man's cultivation is unfathomable Yao Zheng secretly thought something was wrong and quickly gathered back the pressure he had released.
At this moment, something unexpected happened.
A majestic sea of mental pressure directly pressed down on him.
He knew that he could not bear it.
His knees seemed to be hit by a huge force, and he immediately fell to one knee.
The middle-aged man's eyes were instantly covered with disbelief, and he was full of shock.
He is in the second level of Sumeru Realm.
With this level of cultivation, he can be respected by people in the black market even in the entire Tuoji City.
Although this little boy is wearing a mask and cannot see his true appearance, it can be seen that he is not very old.
Could it be that he is the young master of a big family traveling here?
Thinking of this, Yao Zheng immediately changed his initial contempt and humbly apologized.
"I am Yao Zheng, the person in charge of the black market.
This young man is young and has good cultivation.
I heard from the gatekeeper that you are here for a big deal."
Mention the confrontation between the two just now.
"I don't know what kind of big deal it is."
"There are so many people and so many eyes.
Mr.
Yao is looking for a quiet place to take a moment to talk."
A glimmer of light flashed in Mu Chuyue's eyes, and a big stone fell in her heart.
This was her first time dealing with people in the black market, and she didn't know the best way to contact them.
I figured it would be better to be more aggressive.
I was worried that I couldn't find an opportunity to establish my authority, but a guy knocked on the door.
Leverage your strength and use mental pressure to take him down directly.
Sure enough, in such a dark and chaotic place, whoever has the strongest fist has the greatest say.
It stands to reason that during their first meeting, Yao Zheng had absolutely no reason to interview her alone before he saw what she called the "big deal".
But now he is nodding and bowing to her, being humble and courteous.
Respect is always reserved for the strong.
Yao Zheng led Mu Chu to a quiet tea room, with Qian Chengyang following closely behind him.
"I don't know."
He held the tea and handed it to the table in front of Mu Chuyue.
Before he finished speaking, his eyes flashed with a strange light, shocked and excited.
Mu Chuyue reached out and brushed the table, and a pile of transparent green liquid was lined up in front of him.
More than thirty bottles "This is" Yao Zheng pointed at the bottles and jars, not realizing that his hands were trembling slightly.
The corners of Mu Chuyue's mouth curled up, but she said nothing.
Qian Chengyang took over the conversation, full of pride, and said proudly: "Yes, this is a potion made by an alchemist, called Ling Gathering Spirit Liquid."
"The spirit-gathering liquid is a first-class medicine used to boost spiritual cultivation during the spirit-gathering period."
Yao Zheng couldn't believe it and confirmed it again and again.
Mu Chuyue picked up the tea cup, opened her lips lightly, and blew the tea leaves from the water.
His words were a bit more picky, and his answers were wrong.
"Mr.
Yao is engaged in such a big business, but he lacks the necessary pursuit of quality of life," she said before she finished her words, raising her eyebrows, "This tea is indeed a bit perfunctory."
Mu Chuyue has been immersed in Mujiafang City for many years and is well versed in the ways of doing business.
Her remark was not a nitpick on the tea leaves, but a secret metaphor for Yao Zheng's contempt and neglect of her.
Give him a warning first, and then formally negotiate the price of the spiritual liquid later, you can easily take the initiative in the purchase and sale into your own hands.
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Yao Zheng was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to take the tea cup, and then understood what she meant.
"Young master, I, Yao Zheng, am not someone who has to compete with money.
This number," he made a sign of four with his right hand, "Forty thousand spiritual stones, this batch of goods belongs to me.
How about we make friends?"
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