Han Feng nodded. He wasn't surprised by this outcome.
"Deduct the fifteen hundred, and give me the rest in Spirit Coins."
A brilliant smile bloomed across Zhao Hai's face, as radiant as a chrysanthemum in full splendor.
After all, what businessman didn't love a major client who was both decisive and powerful?
He swiftly directed an assistant to carefully place the silver helmet into a briefcase with a special shock-absorbent lining.
Then, he personally counted out twenty blue potions and arranged them in a neat stack.
After a moment's thought, he pulled out a solid black card with gilt edges from under the counter.
He passed it over, along with the 1,170 Spirit Coins in change.
"Han, here are your things."
Zhao Hai pushed the case in front of Han Feng, his tone exceedingly sincere.
"Additionally, please accept this Black Gold VIP Card from our Star Sea Technology."
