"Wow, little brother, you're devaluing my deep sea cold iron, are you trying to trick me? Are you deliberately lowering the price?" Fatty Huang listened to Lin Tian's words but was on alert, his expression didn't seem to be fake.
Lin Tian was amused by Fatty's serious expression. This guy didn't seem like a swindler, more like an amateur, insisting that the stone was deep sea cold iron.
"Alright, how much do you plan to sell it for?" Lin Tian asked in line with his words, curious about what exorbitant price Fatty would give.
Unexpectedly, Fatty Huang waved his sturdy palms, seriously saying, "My cold iron isn't for sale, I want a trade, I only need one elixir."
"Elixir?" Lin Tian was taken aback, thinking maybe this guy knew about his identity as a pharmacist and came specifically to exploit him? However, looking carefully, Fatty's expression didn't seem fake, so he asked: "Do you know me?"
