"This thing is not common. If it is well preserved..."
Before the fair man finished speaking, Xu Sanjin interrupted: "It's indeed uncommon, but it's not as valuable as you think."
"Eight million is not low, it is the highest price offered in our industry."
"To put it bluntly, we acquired it just to make money, so you have to leave some way for us to survive."
"Let's do this, I'll pay you 8.5 million."
Xu Sanjin observed the words and said: "Sold for nine million, I earn half a million hard-earned money, which is not much."
"One thousand." The fair-skinned man gritted his teeth and said without giving in: "Please help me, I'm really in big trouble. I can't lose a penny."
"Nine hundred." Xu Sanjin bargained: "You have solved the problem. You can't let me lose money."
"Looking at you running around all day long, you must be in a hurry to get rid of it."
"The price I gave is not low. I dare say that no pharmacy in Kyoto can beat this price."
"Instead of..."
Half an hour later, the fair-skinned man left in a hurry.
In the reception area, Xu Sanjin was extremely excited, holding a purple wooden box.
The young master taught Lingxi to ask him to search for the three most important objects of the sun. The purple and gold rooster's comb and bodhicitta yielded results, but only the seedless sunflower was left to be hard to find.
Now that he was fine, he finally completed Lingxi's explanation, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.
The most important thing is that Lingxi gave him 20 million in funding, and he only spent 9 million to get the thing, and the remaining 11 million naturally fell into his pocket.
How could he not like this sudden "richness"?
...
It’s six o’clock in the evening at a teahouse on South Street in Kyoto.
A fair-skinned man selling seedless sunflowers appeared in the private room on the third floor.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the busy traffic in the city, Mo Zheng asked casually: "Is the matter done?"
The fair-skinned man dropped the black backpack on the ground and said with a relaxed expression: "There are nine million in it."
Mo Zheng turned the cup in his hand and said with a long look, "You didn't show any flaws, did you?"
The fair-skinned man frowned in thought, and after pondering for a moment he said, "It's a very ordinary transaction, so it won't make anyone suspicious."
Mo Zheng turned around, pointed at the black backpack and said, "It's all yours. Take the money and leave Kyoto. The further away the better."
The fair-skinned man scratched his head and said, "Is this necessary?"
"I think so, what do you think?" Mo Zheng seemed to be asking, but in fact he couldn't refuse.
The fair-skinned man reluctantly picked up his backpack and bowed to leave.
In the room, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Mo Zheng, and the silver bracelet was colorful.
"Jiamu, I'll ask them to go down and accompany you." He smiled warmly, no longer as honest and kind as before.
...
Jiangxia City, seventh floor of a community.
The college entrance examination is over and the scores have not yet been announced.
Meng Fan sat in front of the computer and played the game enthusiastically, with his arms and legs spread out. From time to time he would exchange words and curses with his teammates.
The closed door opened silently, and someone walked in.