Chapter 309: Just Bragging

“A batch?” Zyaire’s eyes lit up. “Hahaha, that’s wonderful! Mr. Griffin, since you suggested Trinity Herbs, I’ll ensure you receive your commission.”

In the business world, receiving a commission for client referrals is standard practice.

“Mr. Rider, thank you for your offer, but I’ll waive the commission,” Zeke replied immediately. “He’s a close friend. All I ask is that you give him the lowest prices.”

“I understand.” Zyaire smiled, turning to Jared. “How many century-old herbs are you looking for, young man?”

“Everything you have,” Jared replied simply.

Zyaire was momentarily stunned. He replied with a smile, “I’m afraid you’re unaware of the cost of century-old herbs, young man. A single item costs at least ten million; those of excellent quality can cost tens of millions. Furthermore, do you know how many I have here? Or even how many exist in Yeringham?”

Zeke whispered to Jared, “Jared, buy a few to try. Even potent herbs are useless if you overstock.”

Zeke didn’t know Jared planned to make pills; he assumed Jared intended to resell them.

Ignoring Zeke, Jared asked Zyaire, “Mr. Rider, I heard you have a thousand-year-old reishi mushroom, the store’s prized treasure. May I see it?”

“Oh? Are you interested in buying it?” Zyaire asked.

“If it’s truly a thousand-year-old reishi mushroom, I want it regardless of price.”

If genuine, the reishi mushroom would significantly increase Jared’s strength, making acquisition a priority.

“Haha, today’s youth are surprising! It seems I’m getting old!” Zyaire laughed. “But as it’s the store’s prized possession, I’m not selling it, regardless of price. Let’s stick to the century-old herbs.”

“Very well, Mr. Rider. Please show me your stock and state your price.”

Jared didn’t press further; he hadn’t sensed such a herb. He only felt a moderately strong wave of spiritual energy from the back, suggesting herbs only a few centuries old. The thousand-year-old reishi mushroom was clearly a boast.

Zyaire nodded and clapped three times. Someone immediately brought five wooden boxes containing century-old herbs, including reishi mushrooms and ginseng.

“These are all top-quality century-old herbs, young man. Care to examine them?” Zyaire gestured towards the boxes.

Jared shook his head. “No need, Mr. Rider. Just state your price.”

Zyaire was pleased. He enjoyed the audacity of knowledgeable-pretending customers; they were easy to exploit. (The sentence with the website promotion has been removed as it's irrelevant and inappropriate for this context.)

“You’re quite easygoing. Since you trust me and are Mr. Griffin’s friend, I’ll offer them at twenty million per item. Mr. Griffin knows the market value and that our cost price is also twenty million,” Zyaire said casually, narrowing his eyes.

Jared knew Zyaire wasn’t lying; Zeke had almost bought a fake century-old ginseng for twenty million at Goldenbirch Herbs.

“Jared, twenty million for top-quality century-old herbs is reasonable,” Zeke said.

Jared nodded. “Zeke, what’s the market price for lower-quality century-old herbs?”

“Much cheaper—at least fifty percent less, no more than ten million.”