"How much?" Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, thinking he must have misheard.
Zhao Yuan repeated the price. "One thousand yuan a box."
Fang Yi frowned.
He had originally thought that the six boxes of Soul-Stabilizing Incense would be worth a few dozen, or a hundred yuan at most. He never expected Zhao Yuan to ask for a thousand yuan per box!
'It's true that some incense sells for over a thousand yuan a box. But that kind of incense is made from Upper Grade agarwood using secret formulas, and the manufacturers are always renowned, long-established companies. Besides, their boxes contain at least a hundred sticks! Yet this box of just ten sticks, made by Zhao Yuan himself, is supposed to sell for a thousand yuan? Doesn't that mean a single stick is worth a hundred yuan? That's more expensive than gold!'
"Little Brother Zhao, this price for your incense… it's a bit outrageous."
