“Mr. Rider, for these five items, I'll pay you ten million for each of them. Even then, you're still making a tidy profit,” Jared countered.
“What? Ten million per piece?” Zyaire raised his voice suddenly. “Are you suggesting that my herbs are of lower quality? Looks like you're not a serious buyer at all and are here just to cause trouble. How dare you accuse me of selling herbs of inferior quality without even looking at them?”
“I don't need to look at them. You should know the quality of your herbs better than I do. Also, it's important to have integrity in business. Only then can you be successful over the long haul. Anyway, ten million for each item and not a penny more!”
Jared looked at Zyaire fearlessly.
In response, Zyaire held Jared's stare in grim silence.
When he noticed Zyaire's growing anger, Zeke interjected at once, “Mr. Rider, my friend is able to determine the quality of a herb without looking. How about I examine them on his behalf?”