"These are materials from a Crimson Flame Tiger. Is 170 Gold Coins really so expensive?"
Lin Mo argued forcefully, pointing at the Crimson Flame Tiger hide before him.
"Look... the market price for Crimson Flame Tiger materials is only around 160 Gold Coins. If you sell them to me for 170, how am I supposed to make a profit?"
The merchant refused to budge, shaking his head repeatedly.
"Alright, how about this? I'll take a small loss—165 Gold Coins. The market price is the market price, but it's not like this stuff is available all the time. You should think it over."
"Fine, fine..."
Hearing this price, the other man found it acceptable. He nodded, counted out 165 Gold Coins, and handed them to Lin Mo.
Lin Mo took the heavy cloth pouch and turned into an alley.
After making sure no one was around, he placed the pouch full of money directly into his Ring of Space.
'This thing is so convenient. It takes up no space and has no weight. It's a divine artifact, plain and simple.'
