'My heart aches! My Spirit Stones!'
'I was already in a bad way, and you scammed me out of a huge chunk. Are you trying to make my condition terminal?'
'This is infuriating!'
Yang Guangfu nodded, then turned and left.
Zhang Deming moved the box into his storage room. When he saw the pile of meticulously processed materials in the corner, his expression twitched.
'Before, I thought I'd gotten a huge bargain on these materials. Now, it looks like it was just a massive trap. If I had known, I wouldn't have secretly kept them.'
'However happy I was before, that's how speechless I am now!'
'Maybe... I should return the large portion that's left? That would save me several thousand in costs, wouldn't it?'
Of course, this was just a random thought. If he actually returned them and they discovered his success rate, those three old guys would probably hound him every day, trying to steal his secrets.
