Translator: Artemis060
Su Luo could predict that the business of the medicinal pills would be very good, but there was a long distance from Blue Cloud Peak. If Qing Yi and other people organize a robbery on the road, this problem would be serious… even if it was not Qing Yi, There would be others, after all, there were so many points, and it could easily make people jealous.
There was a cunning curve in Su Luo's eyes, because she thought of a person who she thought could be their bodyguard for a while.
"Senior Brother Luo, younger sister made a bottle of Spirit Repairing Pills for you. Is Senior Brother Luo free to come here and take it today?" Su Luo held the communication jade and sent the message to Luo Yichen.
Zi Yan was speechless for a few moments.
Su Luo really made use of people and was not soft-hearted.
Soon, Luo Yichen returned the message: Okay.
A simple word, but gave a positive answer.
"With Luo Yichen as the super bodyguard, what are we afraid of? Go!" Su Luo raised her hand, and head to the Taobao Street with great vigor!
When Su Luo arrived at Taobao street, she found that there were not many people here. Only a few people passed by occasionally, which was sparse.
Su Luo frowned: "There are too few people…"
With a wave of her hand, Zi Yan said with a great spirit, "Now no one knows that we sell Master Grade Pills! Just wait and see, our business will not go wrong!"
"Let's do it, set up a stall." Su Luo nodded.
It was convenient.
Because it was a free stall, there were only a few stalls, and occasionally one would be empty.
Su Luo walked along the road, saw a stall of suitable size, and quickly occupied it.
Then Su Luo waved her hands, and tables and chairs came out of her space automatically. Therefore, storage space was really an essential treasure for home or travel.
Su Luo did not foolishly put all the pills out in one go. That would not only be easy to cause trouble, but would also reduce the value of the pills, which was what was called the rarer something is, the greater its value would be.
Su Luo took out a bottle of pills one after another, arranged them in a long row. Then, several people who have never done business sit down and chat.
Because there were few stalls that sell pills in Purgatory City, and generally when there is one, and they would be wrapped up pretty quickly.
The market of medicinal pilla had always been in short supply, there was no market price.
The several people didn't shout, just chatted with each other.
But soon, a customer came.
This was a bearded uncle, about thirty years old, tough and stocky build, at a glance he was a powerful warrior.
The bearded uncle's abdomen was wrapped gauze, ans there was a little blood on it. It could be seen that the wound had not healed yet.
"Do you have Elite Blood Clotting pills?" The bearded uncle's eyes swept over the row of pills, but when he saw those porcelain bottles, he frowned slightly.
These coarse porcelain bottles look inferior. They are not the lowest grade elementary pills, right? The bearded uncle had an impulse to leave.
Zi Yan smiled and stepped forward: "Elite Blood Clotting Pills? We don't sell Elite Blood Clotting Pills."
All of them are Master Grade Pills, okay? If we have the skill of a Master Apothecary, would we still make Elite Grade Pills? We won't do such a stupid thing ah. Zi Yan silently criticize in her heart.
However, The bearded uncle's mental activity was completely opposite to of Zi Yan's, so the misunderstanding in the dialogue between the two people was getting deeper and deeper.
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