But he was so concerned about his face that, with it turning slightly red, he had to resort to sophistry.
"Not at all! Although my medicine is a bit fake, it's mixed with a lot of real elixir powder. It's much better than what those profiteers offer. Besides, at this price, it's less than one percent, even one-thousandth, of the price of real medicine. Do you expect me to sell at a loss?"
"Huh?"
The boss was somewhat curious.
"You really added elixir powder?"
The young man immediately stiffened his neck, his face beet red.
"Yes, I did! I swear on my family's lives!"
Unbeknownst to him, the boss let out a hearty laugh.
"Good, good, I believe you. We're all people fallen on hard times; how could I make things difficult for you? Come, sell me a few dozen pills. My son is almost in his senior year; these would be good to enhance his internal energy."
The young man looked surprised, letting out a confused sound. Why does this situation feel a bit off?
The boss laughed strangely.
