"So… goblin toenail clippings. Very interesting and uh… nice?" Han Jing stared at the ziplock bag and back at the serious and blank face of the man in front of him. He wasn't even going to ask how the CEO got his hands on this stuff—it was hard to tell from his expression, and maybe it was best that he didn't.
"I have no use for it, but perhaps you do for a man of your standing." the man shrugged. Smooth and relaxed even when he had placed the ziplock of the toenails on his desk, barely batting an eye as he said, "Perhaps you would like to trade for it, Mister Han? I am looking for something useful to my own endeavors."
Right.
It wasn't difficult for perhaps the CEO to guess that Han Jing got around with a lot of different folks, different races to be exact. The man scratched his head and managed a grin. "Alright, to hell with it—I'm taking this. What do you want, Sir Li? I usually have ingredients, but maybe I have something in my inventory for you."
