Ren Feng didn't say a word.
Qian Li felt a jolt in his heart. Seeing Ren Feng's expressionless face, he gritted his teeth, forced a smile, and said, "If you think it's still not enough, I can reduce it by another 70%."
Saying this made Qian Li's heart ache. Reducing it by 70%, he wouldn't earn any money, and might even lose everything, but there was no choice. This wasn't the time to negotiate. If he didn't settle with this mysterious figure, he might lose his life.
Ren Feng glanced at Qian Li with a faint smile but still said nothing. He knew that, in this situation, he held the upper hand.
Sure enough, seeing Ren Feng not speaking, Qian Li was almost about to cry.
"Reducing 70% is really my limit. I can only cut another 5% at most, otherwise, the loss would be unbearable. Please, have mercy, and some of these herbs are rare. Like Mandala and Psilocybe aren't local herbs, and the planting cost is too high."
