"Heh heh, a sincere offer?" Putting down his chopsticks, Mu Chen smiled warmly at Han Jun.
Han Jun glanced arrogantly at a painting on the wall and chuckled. "Name your price."
"This much." Mu Chen held up one hand.
The guard saw this and sneered, "Five hundred Elemental Crystals? You've got some nerve."
But Mu Chen just shook his head and chuckled. "Fifty thousand Purple Elemental Crystals. Not one less. What do you say? Are you buying?"
Mu Chen's voice wasn't loud, but the restaurant was quiet. His words made the jaws of every patron on the first floor hit the ground.
After a moment of silence, people began to whisper amongst themselves.
"Fifty thousand Purple Elemental Crystals, tsk tsk!"
"He really has some nerve. That's the Young Lord of Cold City, Young Master Han Jun."
"Pfft, the kid must be drunk."
