"Two hundred cents?" The young man was also surprised, shaking his head and waving his hands, "I'm telling you, sir, I can't even buy it at that price. This dragon ointment wine was once offered as tribute to the late emperor, and His Majesty praised it as a divine wine."
At that moment, a middle-aged man squeezed his way through the crowd, looking extremely anxious. Coming to the front, he quickly took out some silver and said, "I've finally found you!"
While everyone was watching the commotion, the middle-aged man continued, "This dragon ointment wine is truly miraculous. My father was paralyzed for several years, but after he drank your wine, he was able to move again in just a few days. Please, let me buy all of it!"
The urgency in his demeanor made the crowd somewhat believe him, and they began to discuss, "Is it really that miraculous?"
"I've heard that the dragon ointment wine is a divine wine from the Western Regions."
"Oh! Will it cure the pain in my legs?"
