A Good Romance
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Only then did Ling Han stop, but he didn't look back.
Pan Hu saw that there was hope, so he quickly continued to kowtow, not daring to stop.
At first, his face was burning. He had to kneel down in the street. How humiliating was that? But he was not a big shot. How many people knew him?
Now that everyone was watching, they might forget about him in a few days.
To a person like him, face was important, but compared to actual benefits, it was insignificant.
"Please forgive me. I was wrong. I really need to know." He kowtowed until his scalp was broken, and the blood was dripping down his cheek. It was an indescribable misery.
"What did you do wrong?" Ling Han turned around and asked.
"I shouldn't have been so blind. I shouldn't have been so arrogant. I shouldn't have looked down on others." Pan Hu kept reflecting on himself, describing himself as the most shameless and morally corrupt person in the world.
Ling Han just wanted to punish this person. He still wanted to do business with Mercy Medicine Hall. After all, it was the largest medicine hall in Hidden Tiger City, and its sales were also the best.
Therefore, seeing Pan Hu's tears and snot, he felt that it was time to stop.
"Alright, get up," he said.
"Thank you, thank you, sir." Pan Hu carefully got up.
People like him bullied the weak and feared the strong. Once he was suppressed, he was like a dog.
He jogged over and said, "Sir, my uncle wants to see you."
"Lead the way," Ling Han said. Business was more important.
"Okay," Pan Hu answered and quickly walked in front.
Soon, they returned to Mercy Medicine Hall.
"I'm Mo Guohao." As soon as they entered, Mo Guohao came out to greet them. He smiled and stretched out his hands to Ling Han, looking very enthusiastic. "Sorry for the neglect just now. I'll definitely punish this kid."
"Ling Han." Ling Han reached out and shook hands with him. In the Yuan World, people usually saluted with hands in front, but here, they seemed to like to shake hands. He smiled. "Who doesn't make mistakes? Just change."
Is he pleading on my behalf?
Pan Hu couldn't help but feel excited. He even wanted to cry. Ling Han actually interceded for him, even after he had treated him so badly.
"Little Friend Ling is really broad-minded." Mo Guohao laughed loudly. "Come, please come upstairs."
"Please."
The two of them went upstairs. Of course, the other employees didn't dare to follow. Pan Hu thought for a moment, then shamelessly went up to the second floor.
Mo Guohao only glanced at Pan Hu and did not drive him away, which made Pan Hu feel relieved.
"Go, pour two cups of tea over," Mo Guohao instructed Pan Hu after asking Ling Han to sit down.
"Yes, yes." Pan Hu hurriedly left.
"Little friend, how many of these medicinal pills do you have?" Mo Guohao asked, pointing at the bottle on the table. It was the one that Ling Han had asked the waiter to bring up.
With his abilities as a middle-rank alchemist, he would naturally be able to immediately determine what improvements there were in this new type of Mystic Power Pill.
Therefore, he immediately rushed down excitedly.
Ling Han smiled. "Ten pills a day is not a problem."
Ten pills?
Mo Guohao was shocked. He wasn't shocked at the large number, but at being able to provide ten pills a day so steadily.
"Could it be that this was refined by Little Friend?" he asked. Otherwise, how could there be such a guarantee?
Ling Han smiled. "That's right."
Formation master and alchemist were both symbols of status and synonymous with safety. He had just arrived, so he needed some protection.
Mo Guohao couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. Such a young alchemist!
To become a low-rank alchemist, one had to be able to refine at least ten kinds of low-rank medicinal pills, and among them, at least one needed to use mental power to activate the formation. In the process of refining, mental power was also needed to control the flow of energy in the formation.
Therefore, at the beginning, the requirement for mental power was very high, and it needed to be at the beginner level.
However, after that, alchemy didn't have too high of a requirement for mental power. It just needed to be extremely meticulous, which was another direction of development.
However, to reach beginner mental power, geniuses needed to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Normal people needed to be over thirty.
To refine Mystic Power Pills, beginner mental power was definitely needed. In other words, this young man in front of him had such conditions.
It was too shocking.
"Little friend, you really are shocking." He was extremely emotional. One had to know that he had cultivated beginner mental power when he was twenty-four years old, which was already called a super genius. However, compared to Ling Han, hehe.
Ling Han only smiled. He had always been very modest, and was not arrogant.
"I wonder if Little Friend is willing to sell the improved Mystic Power Pill recipe?" Mo Guohao's eyes shone.
Although Mystic Power Pills could only be used in the Opening Pulse realm, which was too low for the entire level of Martial Art, it was precisely because it was the lowest level that it had the widest market.
If he could grasp this recipe and vigorously promote the new version of Mystic Power Pills, not only could he obtain great wealth, he could also leave his name in history. The strength of the entire country's army would increase a lot, because the number of soldiers at the lowest level would definitely be the most.
Ling Han shook his head. "Not interested."
Mo Guohao couldn't help but be disappointed, but this was also within his expectations. If he could think of all this, could Ling Han not think of it?
Only a fool would be able to accomplish what all alchemists wanted to do but failed to do.
In reality, he was really wrong. Ling Han wouldn't care about this kind of low-level pill recipe, but he still needed to rely on the improved version of Mystic Power Pills to earn money. Of course, he would only be able to push the price up by being the only supplier.
When he learned more pill recipes, such as those that could raise the cultivation level of the Blood Changing realm, he could improve them and naturally wouldn't need to rely on Mystic Power Pills to earn money. At that time, he could sell the pill recipe.
"Ten pills a day." Mo Guohao settled for the next best thing. With the addition of the improved version of Mystic Power Pills, the position of the leader of Cixin Medicine Hall would be unshakable. Otherwise, Xiyun Medicine Hall and Dakang Medicine Hall wouldn't be much worse than Cixin Medicine Hall, and could surpass them at any time.
"Mm." Ling Han nodded. "I'll give you an address. Just send someone to pick it up every evening."
"Okay." Mo Guohao nodded.
Ling Han took out another bottle, which was much larger. There were nine Mystic Power Pills in it, and he put it on the table.
"What's the price?" he asked. This was naturally the most important question.
"Normal Mystic Power Pills are sold for two thousand each. This improved version has more than double the effect. The meaning is definitely not as simple as doubling the price. So, I've decided to set the price at five thousand." Mo Guohao looked at Ling Han.
Ling Han nodded. "What about the share?"
"You take four thousand," Mo Guohao said.
This share was really generous.
Reading on the phone was more refreshing.
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