C24 (1/2)
”Grand Master Ding, at that time, the contract for cooperation that we signed was written. I will give you two taels of silver as a percentage, but now that you have sold it for 40 taels of silver, the 10 taels are directly yours. As for the remaining 30 taels, I will take them away, what do you think?”
Xia Li looked at the box in front of him and asked for Ding Liang's opinion.
”Then I won't be polite. I'll take these 10 taels of silver.”
As Ding Liang said that, he took out thirty taels of silver and gave it to Xia Li. His gaze was fixated on the medicinal herbs that Xia Li had placed on the table, and could not help but praise him.
”Miss Xia Li, you actually brought some Wu Dao among the medicinal herbs, these medicinal herbs are very precious.”
”That's right, I brought it here just to sell it to you. Please give me a price and see how much silver you can give me.”
Xia Li carefully hid the thirty silver inside his sleeves and asked.
”There are quite a few of them, but they are all precious. I'll give you a tael of silver.”
Grand Master Ding, then please give me the ingredients for the 4 taels of silver that I need to concoct the painkillers. Next time, I will go up the mountain and pick all the raw materials myself, but I will give you 10 taels of silver at a time.
Xia Li bent his fingers and said with a crackling sound.
”Miss, you really are a good at making money. Meeting you is also my fortune. This way, I can give some medicinal herbs to poor families for free. I won't be unable to make ends meet.”
Ding Liang stroked his beard, smiled with extreme gratification, and carefully put away the medicinal herbs that Xia Li had brought back. He then took out four packs of raw materials to concoct the pain-relieving medicine for Xia Li, and also took out one tael of silver to give Xia Li.
Xia Li carried the medicinal ingredients and accepted the silver. When he was about to leave, Ding Liang immediately pulled her.
”Miss Xia Li, you haven't given me the painkiller yet.”
”I'll only give you two this time.”
As Xia Li said that, he took out two painkillers and gave them to Ding Liang.
”This, why is it less than the last time?”
Ding Liang asked, puzzled.
”The people from the Rich Man Yang, come and buy more painkillers for his father. These two pills will cost fifty silver taels, so don't sell the rest of them. Let's fry this medicine until it's hot.”
”The people from the Rich Man Yang have always been bullying others. Are they willing to buy such expensive medicine? Will they come over to snatch the medicine and destroy my store?”