Chapter 379: Medicinal Pill of perfect quality

"Master, our Medicinal Pill workshop is now open. Should we hire a few people?" Sima Shuo said, "I am afraid that I cannot handle the customers by myself."

Qin Ming had entrusted the entire shop to Sima Shuo to manage, only coming out occasionally to check on things.

However, Sima Shuo was alone in the shop and could not leave. He was also afraid that other Martial Artists might lure him away and steal the Medicinal Pills in the shop.

"No need." Qin Ming shook his head. "People will come later. Besides, newly opened shops usually do not have much business, so you will be able to handle it alone. If business becomes good, we can just limit the purchase quantity."

"Yes." Sima Shuo did not quite understand Qin Ming's words, but he did not ask further and instead focused on tidying the counter.

"The shop is yours to look after. I have already written the prices of the Medicinal Pills in the booklet on the counter; sell them according to that." Qin Ming stood up and walked toward the back room. "If there is anything you do not understand, ask me. If it is nothing major, handle it yourself."

"Alright, Master, you can rest assured. When my grandfather ran a shop in the past, I often helped watch the store." Sima Shuo said confidently.

Qin Ming nodded, returned to his bedroom, and began his Cultivate for the day.

After Sima Shuo placed all the Medicinal Pills on the shelves, he sat behind the counter, waiting for customers to arrive, while his mind was still on the Secret Realm.

A moment later.

A Martial Artist with a deep scar on his face appeared at the entrance and shouted loudly, "Hey, is this a newly opened Medicinal Pill shop?"

The Martial Artist carried a black bundle on his back and had a Broadsword strapped to his waist.

Sima Shuo was startled, snapped back to reality, and quickly said, "Yes, customer. What would you like to buy?"

The Martial Artist walked in, placed the Broadsword from his waist onto the counter, and said, "I am injured. Give me a bottle of healing pill."

The healing pill is a third-grade Medicinal Pill, often used to treat external injuries of Martial Artists.

Sima Shuo looked closely and noticed that the Martial Artist's lower ribs were simply bandaged, with blood faintly seeping through.

"Alright, please wait a moment." Sima Shuo hurriedly took a jade bottle labeled with healing pill from the shelf and handed it to the scarred Martial Artist.

The Martial Artist took the jade bottle and asked, "How many Spirit Stone?"

Sima Shuo quickly flipped open the small booklet beside him and stammered, "One hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone."

"Good." The Martial Artist put down the black bundle on his back and was about to take out the Spirit Stone when he realized, "What did you just say? You said one hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone? Did you make a mistake? It should be one hundred Mid-Grade Spirit Stone, right?"

"Ah, the price seems to be one hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone." Sima Shuo looked at the booklet carefully again and said.

"A rip-off shop! What kind of Medicinal Pill is this that you actually want one hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone from me? Do you have one thousand healing pill in this one jade bottle?" the Martial Artist said in a rage.

Sima Shuo looked at the booklet, then at the Martial Artist, not knowing how to handle the situation. After thinking about it, he decided to call his Master out to ask if the price in the booklet was written wrong.

"Master, Master, please come out for a moment. There is a problem with the price in the booklet."

The Martial Artist did not have the patience to wait for the so-called Master to come out. He smashed the jade bottle hard against the floor. The jade bottle shattered, and the Medicinal Pills scattered everywhere.

"What is going on?" Qin Ming stood beside the counter with his hands behind his back, looking at the angry Martial Artist.

"What is going on?" the scarred Martial Artist roared. "You ask me what is going on? You are selling me a bottle of healing pill for one hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone, and you still ask me what is going on? You better go ask around—is Scarface someone who can be bullied so easily?"

Qin Ming glanced at the Medicinal Pills scattered on the floor and asked, "What is wrong with selling ten perfect quality healing pill for one hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone?"

"perfect quality healing pill?" The Martial Artist was stunned. He looked at the Medicinal Pills scattered on the floor, and they were indeed each a perfect quality healing pill.

A Low Grade healing pill, depending on the number of pill patterns, ranges in price from five Mid-Grade Spirit Stone to twenty Mid-Grade Spirit Stone.

And the price of a perfect stage healing pill is a hundred times that of a Low Grade healing pill. Selling a jade bottle of perfect quality healing pill for one hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone is not too expensive; it is actually too cheap.

perfect quality Medicinal Pills are priceless and hard to find; even if you have Spirit Stone, you might not be able to buy them.

Sima Shuo was also looking at the Medicinal Pills on the floor in surprise. He had just placed the jade bottle on the shelf while thinking about the Secret Realm; he had not even looked at the Medicinal Pills inside the jade bottle.

He thought the Medicinal Pills in these jade bottles were the same as the ones sold before, all Low Grade quality. Who could have thought that his Master would actually place perfect quality Medicinal Pills out in the open?

Generally, Medium Grade Medicinal Pills are kept under the counter and only taken out after the price has been negotiated with the customer, let alone perfect quality Medicinal Pills, which are much more precious than Medium Grade Medicinal Pills.

perfect quality Medicinal Pills should be kept in a place specifically for treasure, hidden away properly, to serve as the treasure of the entire shop.

"I… I…" the Martial Artist stammered, his cheeks burning like fire. "I did not know these were perfect quality Medicinal Pills."