"No, absolutely not! My medicine-making is my ace in the hole. If word gets out, I'll starve to death. If you're after this, I'm not drinking this wine!"
Elder Liu pretended to refuse the wine, pushing the jar away. However, a flicker of regret in his eyes was captured by Chen Yi.
"Hahaha, Elder Liu, I was just joking. How could I possibly covet all your medicine-making skills? I can't even learn your bare-handed fire-starting technique!
I was just thinking that the medicine I concocted yesterday suits my taste quite well. Considering that I might need to consume it frequently in the future, I don't want to bother you.
So, if I could learn to brew my own medicine with you sipping wine and supervising, and I'd still pay you, wouldn't that be more convenient? Don't you agree?"
Chen Yi used a famous psychological negotiation technique, proposing an unacceptable condition at first and then suggesting a reduced request,
