Chapter 417: Leave Her a Good Impression
Yang Haoran's expression remained unchanged upon hearing the female clerk's explanation, but inwardly he was quite surprised. A single Soul Pill could net a merchant a profit margin of around two hundred thousand. If one Soul Pill brought that much, what about a hundred? "Two hundred thousand profit? Isn't that a bit excessive? " Yang Haoran pondered, then asked with a smile. Hearing his question, the female clerk offered a wry smile before explaining: "These prices are all set by the proprietors after mutual discussion. It's not just that I, a mere clerk, have no authority to meddle in such matters; even my boss can't interfere. Everyone has to follow the rules. " The female clerk's words made it abundantly clear: the purchase and sale prices of Soul Pills weren't dictated by a single shop, but rather established by a collective agreement among many merchant owners. Anyone who broke these rules would not only harm the interests of other businesses and face repercussions but might even end up going out of business entirely. Yang Haoran nodded, indicating his understanding, then continued, "So, what's the highest price you can offer for my Soul Pill?"
"Both sirs are friends of our boss, so for anything you sell here, I'll offer the highest possible price, and for anything you buy, I'll give you the lowest price. This was specifically instructed by our boss, and I wouldn't dare break his rules. Therefore, for your Soul Pill, Sir Yang, I can offer a high price of eight hundred and fifty thousand. However, I hope Sir Yang won't mention this outside, or it will certainly cause our boss some trouble. " Yang Haoran didn't fully believe the female clerk's words. Since she dared to offer eight hundred and fifty thousand, it indicated that this price certainly hadn't exceeded the range set by other merchants, as she wouldn't be foolish enough to break the rules and incur the wrath of the collective. As for her talk of "friends," that was purely polite formality. Yang Haoran wasn't naive enough to believe such things; after all, it was his first time visiting this shop today. Although Xu Meijing had brought him, the other party would absolutely not allow him to gain any leverage simply because of that. To put it bluntly, given Xu Meijing's connection, the most they would do was avoid severely exploiting him, but they would absolutely not cross the bottom line of other merchants for his sake.
Seeing Yang Haoran remain silent, the female clerk continued, "Sir Yang, eight hundred and fifty thousand for one Soul Pill is already the highest price within my authority. If you don't believe me, you can inquire at any other shop; they absolutely won't offer more than eight hundred and fifty thousand. " The clerk's words were ambiguous. She only said that other shops wouldn't offer more than eight hundred and fifty thousand, but she didn't say that other shops couldn't also offer precisely eight hundred and fifty thousand. Yang Haoran didn't bother to argue this point with the female clerk, as it held little significance. Even if he went to another shop, he believed the Underworld Currency he'd receive wouldn't exceed eight hundred and fifty thousand. Furthermore, he wanted to leave a good impression on this female clerk. That's right, to leave a good impression on this spirit, who lived at the very bottom rung of the Underworld's society. Yang Haoran was an Underworld Official; his status and position were entirely incomparable to those of the female clerk before him. So why did he still want to leave her a good impression? He certainly wasn't taken with her ordinary figure or plain looks. What he valued was her skill—her ability to appraise items. Leaving a good impression might mean that if he ever needed her help in the future, she could assist him due to that positive impression. Yang Haoran wasn't the type to look down on people with "dog eyes. " In his view, as long as someone genuinely possessed ability, regardless of their identity or status, they deserved his respect and efforts to win them over. "I understand your difficulties, and I thank you for offering such a high price. This deal is done. " Yang Haoran not only refrained from arguing but also didn't expose any of her subtle deceptions. Instead, he agreed to the transaction with a cheerful smile, doing so very readily. The female clerk was overjoyed, her smile widening significantly. It was no longer merely professional but genuinely sincere. Yang Haoran could tell that this smile came from the very depths of her heart. Although the female clerk didn't mention it, Yang Haoran knew that completing a transaction like this would likely net her a considerable benefit.
"Sir Yang, please wait a moment. " The female clerk, her face beaming with delight, hurried to the counter. On the counter was something akin to a mortal realm computer. She skillfully typed on the keyboard, and moments later, she rushed back, holding a magnetic card and a fist-sized machine. "Sir Yang, this card contains eight hundred and fifty thousand Underworld Currency. You can withdraw cash at an Underworld bank or directly swipe it for purchases at major shops. How you use it is entirely up to your preference. This bank card functions exactly like your mortal realm bank cards; there's no difficulty. " After speaking, the female clerk inserted the magnetic card into the machine in her hand. The machine's screen immediately displayed the amount of eight hundred and fifty thousand. Only after confirming that Yang Haoran had clearly seen the amount did she remove the card and respectfully present it to Yang Haoran with both hands.
Yang Haoran accepted the magnetic card with a smile, then waved his hand, sending the Soul Pill from the coffee table to the female clerk's front. "From now on, it no longer belongs to me. Keep it safe. " The female clerk, beaming, accepted the Soul Pill, then bowed to Yang Haoran once more. Seeing the female clerk accept the Soul Pill, Yang Haoran's heart still ached somewhat. After all, a Soul Pill was extremely precious, and this particular one was meant for his survival. Now, to use it to exchange for Underworld Currency, how could his heart not ache? However, despite the heartache, he had no regrets. He had his own considerations; this sum of Underworld Currency wasn't solely for ordering a "skin," he had other plans as well. Otherwise, how could he possibly bear to part with an entire Soul Pill just for Underworld Currency? As for using the Soul Pill for self-preservation, he had considered that too. Although he currently didn't possess a Soul Pill, he would soon be able to acquire another, so he wasn't anxious. Moreover, in the Underworld, he had no enemies, so he didn't feel his life was threatened. Since his life wouldn't be threatened, it was fine not to keep a Soul Pill on hand for the time being. Once the transaction was complete, Yang Haoran didn't rush to leave. Instead, he spoke to the still-beaming female clerk, asking, "Do you sell mobile phones here? The kind used in the Underworld? " "Yes, we sell phones, including SIM cards, and you can also top up your call credit here," the female clerk replied with a smile. Yang Haoran's expression was a little strange; he gave an awkward laugh before responding, "That's certainly advanced enough. But this works out perfectly. " Half an hour later, Yang Haoran and Xu Meijing walked out of the Yin-Yang Emporium. The female clerk respectfully saw them to the door, and only after watching them leave did she return inside the shop. At this moment, Yang Haoran smilingly handed a mobile phone to Xu Meijing beside him.
"What do you want? " Xu Meijing glared at Yang Haoran, asking crossly. "Giving you a phone," Yang Haoran said with a smile. "I'm perfectly alive. What would I do with a dead person's phone? " Xu Meijing asked indifferently. "Just in case you need to contact any friends in the Underworld, having a phone will be more convenient," Yang Haoran said with a smile. "I don't even have many friends in the mortal realm. How would I have friends in the Underworld? " Xu Meijing asked. Yang Haoran felt a little awkward. He knew Xu Meijing was still sulking, which explained her cold attitude towards him. After a moment's thought, he said with a smile, "Do you want to know why I exchanged a Soul Pill for Underworld Currency? If you accept the phone, I'll tell you. " "I don't want to know," Xu Meijing replied flatly. "No, you do want to know," Yang Haoran said with a smile, then pulled Xu Meijing's right hand out of her pocket and pressed the phone into her grasp. Xu Meijing tried to resist, but Yang Haoran quickly spoke, "Just consider this phone a gift from me. " Hearing this, Xu Meijing's resistance faltered slightly. After a cold snort, she reluctantly put the phone into her independent space, then slipped her right hand back into her jeans pocket. Seeing this, Yang Haoran's face held a wry smile, but he breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. Following that, he began to explain why he had exchanged a Soul Pill for Underworld Currency.
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