Xin Lin's voice was childish, yet every word was pronounced clearly, sounding like a fledgling bird, scolding while still looking as if she was completely justified.
Behind her, the shop assistant's face turned red and white, unable to hide his embarrassment.
Jiang Qing burst into hearty laughter upon hearing this.
"What a saying, 'a dog bites men, out of the mouths of babes come gems,' Xin, you name your price."
But then Xin Lin thought for a moment and held up a finger.
"One thousand taels per bottle?"
Jiang Qing, however, shook his head.
"Too expensive. Although your Bone Marrow Cleansing Powder is of a good grade and crafted by Grand Doctor Chu, it is after all an aged product and I fear its effectiveness must be discounted significantly. Five hundred taels, not a tael more. I'll take three bottles for 1,500 taels."
In business talks, Jiang Qing appeared amiable, but when it came to making deals, he was unequivocal.
Xin Lin silently cursed him as a profiteer.
