C379 Perfect Quality Pills
C379 Perfect Quality Pills
Qin Ming was now managing the entire store for Sima Shuo. He only came out occasionally to take a look.
Sima Shuo was alone in the shop and couldn't leave. He was also afraid that the other Martial Cultivator would lead him away and steal the pill in the shop.
"No need." Qin Ming shook his head. "There will be people coming over in the future. As for the newly opened shop, its business usually won't be good. You can also be busy by yourself. If your business is good, then just limit the number of purchases."
"Yes." Sima Shuo did not understand Qin Ming's words, but he did not ask any more questions. Instead, he focused on taking care of the counter.
"I'll take care of the store for you. The price of the pill has already been written in the booklet on the counter. Sell it according to it." Qin Ming got up and walked towards the inner room. "If there's anything you don't understand, ask me. If there's nothing important, you handle it yourself."
"Alright. Master, don't worry. When grandpa opened his shop in the past, I often helped him look after his shop." Sima Shuo said confidently.
Qin Ming nodded and went back to his bedroom to start his training.
After Sima Shuo placed all the pill on the shelf, he sat behind the counter and waited for the guests to come. In his heart, he was still thinking about the secret realm.
A moment later.
A Martial Cultivator with a deep scar on its face appeared at the door and said loudly: "Hey, is this the newly opened pill shop?"
The Martial Cultivator carried a black package on its back, and there was a large saber at its waist.
Sima Shuo suddenly became alert and woke up. He immediately said: "Yes, customer. What do you want to buy?"
The Martial Cultivator walked in and placed the saber on the counter. "I'm injured. Get me a bottle of Healing Pills."
Healing Pills were third grade pill. They were often used to treat the external injuries of the Martial Cultivator.
Sima Shuo took a closer look and found that the lower ribs of the Martial Cultivator were simply bandaged. There was even a faint trace of blood.
"Alright, wait a moment." Sima Shuo hurriedly took a Jade Bottle with the words' Healing Pill 'written on it from the shelf and handed it to the scar Martial Cultivator.
The Martial Cultivator received the Jade Bottle and asked, "How many Spirit Stone?"
Sima Shuo hurriedly opened the small booklet beside him and stammered, "100 pieces of High-grade Spirit Stone."
"Alright." The Martial Cultivator put down the black package on its back. Just as it was about to take out the Spirit Stone, it reacted, "What did you just say? You said 100? A High-grade Spirit Stone? Was I wrong? It should be a hundred mid-grade Spirit Stone, right?"
"Ah, the price seems to be a hundred pieces of High-grade Spirit Stone." Sima Shuo carefully looked at the book again and said.
"Black shop, what kind of pill is this? You actually want 100 High-grade Spirit Stone pieces? Don't tell me that your Jade Bottle contains a thousand Healing Pills?" The Martial Cultivator said furiously.
Sima Shuo looked at the book, then looked at the Martial Cultivator. He did not know how to deal with it. After thinking for a while, he decided to call out his master and ask if the price on the book was wrong.
"Master, master, come out for a moment. There's something wrong with the price on the booklet."
The Martial Cultivator did not have the patience to wait for his master to come out. He threw the Jade Bottle onto the ground. The Jade Bottle was damaged, and the pill fell everywhere.
"What's going on?" Qin Ming stood beside the counter with his hands behind his back. He looked at the furious Martial Cultivator.
"What's going on?" The scar-faced Martial Cultivator roared, "You asked me what's going on. You sold me a bottle of Healing Pills for a hundred pieces of High-grade Spirit Stone, and you still asked me what's going on? Why didn't you ask around? Do you think I, scarface, am someone who can be easily bullied? "
Qin Ming looked at the pill that fell to the ground and asked, "What's wrong with selling ten Perfect Grade Healing Pills for a hundred pieces of High-grade Spirit Stone?"
"Perfect Grade Healing Pills?" The Martial Cultivator was stunned. Looking at the scattered pill on the ground, it was a Perfect Grade Healing Pill.
A low grade Healing Pill, according to the quantity of the medicinal markings, had a price ranging from five middle-grade Spirit Stone to twenty middle-grade Spirit Stone.
The price of a Perfect Healing Pill was a hundred times the price of a low grade Healing Pill. A perfect grade Healing Pill for one Jade Bottle for a hundred High-grade Spirit Stone was not too expensive. It was too cheap.
A perfect grade pill was priceless. Even if one had a Spirit Stone, they might not be able to buy it.
Sima Shuo also looked at the pill on the ground in surprise. He had just placed the Jade Bottle on the shelf and was thinking about the mystic realm. He did not even look at the pill inside the Jade Bottle.
He thought that the pill in the Jade Bottle were the same as those sold in the past, they were all low grade pill. Who would have thought that his master would place a perfect grade pill on the outside?
Typically, a middle grade pill would be placed under the counter, and would be taken out after negotiating with the customer about the price, let alone a perfect grade pill that was much more precious than a middle grade pill.
A perfect-grade pill should be placed in a place specially designed to store treasures, and it should be properly hidden. It would be the ultimate treasure of the entire store.
"I... I..." The Martial Cultivator stammered, and its face burned as if it were on fire. "I didn't know that this was a perfect-grade pill."