Bai San calculated for a moment and said.
"Then the lowest price is thirty percent off, thirty thousand. Is that okay?"
He looked at the Snow Horse.
"Okay."
The Snow Horse readily agreed.
Originally, it wasn't about making money; it was just a symbolic transaction.
"Alright."
Liu Zheng counted out thirty thousand and handed it to him.
"Are the living conditions in the cave not so good?"
Recalling the time Feng Jizi asked him to help with purchasing, he enthusiastically asked.
"Indeed, not so good."
"Since you're already out, don't live like a monk. Anyway, now you have money, let me know if there's anything you want, and I'll help you buy it, guaranteed to be cheap and high-quality."
Liu Zheng said.
"Besides wine, there doesn't seem to be anything I want."
The Snow Horse seemed a bit confused.
After being secluded for hundreds of years, even things it had once experienced had mostly been forgotten.
