Give me a discount.
Eighty silver taels per gram.
Shen Changqing suddenly felt that this sentence sounded strangely familiar. He immediately thought of what Huang Yan had said before when he was buying elixirs, and then, from Tang Hong, he understood just how much profit the other side was making.
Obviously.
At eighty taels per gram, the other party was probably making at least forty taels on each one, maybe even more than that.
Shameless profiteer!
He cursed inwardly, but on the surface Shen Changqing didn't show anything.
"Those Five Treasures Tea and Qi-Nurturing Tea you mentioned, how do they compare to Ice Spirit Tea?"
He asked seriously.
If the effects were decent, then spending some money in the Treasure Pavilion was still better than exchanging merit in the Demon-Subduing Division.
Merit points were precious.
Ji Qu could claim a two-hundred-to-one exchange rate—god knows how expensive black market exchanges might be.
At this moment.
