Seeing Yuan Ming hesitate, Zhuo Lingling thought the price was too high, which made Yuan Ming consider giving up on the purchase. She was reluctant to miss out on this deal, so after pondering for a moment, she smiled again and said,
"Young Master Yuan, may I ask how many Golden Flower Pills you intend to buy?"
"Fifteen bottles," Yuan Ming replied.
When Zhuo Lingling heard "fifteen bottles," her breath quickened slightly. In her heart, she couldn't help but exclaim that this Yuan Ming from the Central Plains was indeed her noble benefactor!
From the last transaction alone, she had already earned a considerable commission. Seeing another large purchase in prospect, how could she just watch it slip through her fingers?
