"Ten thousand?! Are you insane? Where would I get ten thousand Top-Grade Primordial Stones!"
Cao Meng couldn't help but shriek. Ten thousand Top-Grade Primordial Stones was the equivalent of one million Upper-Grade Primordial Stones. Forget a dandy young master like him—even for the entire Cao Family, producing that many Primordial Stones would be a devastating blow.
"One thousand! The most I can give you is one thousand Top-Grade Primordial Stones! I don't have any more than that!"
"One thousand? One thousand might be enough to buy one of your arms. Eight thousand."
Chu Qingyun also knew that a price of ten thousand Top-Grade Primordial Stones was a bit ridiculous.
'However, this is how negotiation works,' he thought. 'You start with an outrageous price, and they bargain you down. If I'd started too low, the final price wouldn't have been high.'
"Two thousand!"
"Seven thousand!"
"Three thousand!"
"Six thousand!"
"Four thousand!"
"Five thousand!"
"Forty-five hundred!"
