Zhu Ting was not afraid of being poisoned, it was just that Han Sen was toxic enough himself.
"Brother Zhu, don't you worry! Your Deadly Perfume is the best; there is no need for you to fear those little mushrooms. Even if they are poisonous, there is no way they can poison you, the poison king, yes?" Han Sen did his best to comfort him.
"I suppose..." Zhu Ting said cockily, but then he changed his face and said, "But this is different! I know I am good, but good or bad, ten thousand is not enough."
"No problem. I am willing to raise the monetary offering for this kind service of yours to a whopping twenty thousand," Han Sen said with a smile.
Zhu Ting was angry, and he pleaded, "Han Sen, you do not treat professionals with the respect they deserve! Twenty thousand? To lay bricks would give me more. You... make... me... um... something is wrong."
