"A qian a herb?"
"Why don't you just steal it!"
The slave responsible for selling herbs looked stiff.
Han Zhan shrugged indifferently. "Besides me, who else do you think is willing to buy your contaminated herbs?"
Han Zhan had already observed before coming over that no one else but him was interested in these contaminated herbs.
No one is a fool; they know these herbs are useless.
The slave's face turned even darker.
Because Han Zhan was absolutely right.
He gritted his teeth and finally nodded in agreement, "Fine, a qian a herb, but you must buy them all, not a single one less!"
"No problem." Han Zhan nodded nonchalantly.
A qian a piece, even buying everything at the stall just costs a few thousand qian.
After buying all these herbs, the slave at the stall happily packed up the money from selling the herbs and went back to report his success.
Han Zhan gained a large bundle of contaminated herbs, which seemed like a terrible deal.
