Cen Qiyun had no expression on her face.
The stall owner's cheek twitched. He glanced at the bottle of poison in front of him, then glanced at Meng Yi, and finally said, "800,000."
Meng Yi nodded, "These add up to the hundred thousand just right."
The other party stared at him coldly.
"Well, okay, 800,000." Meng Yi said as he was about to put the poison away.
The stall owner tapped the table. "Including these."
“…”
In the end, Meng Yi settled the accounts with the other party, and now he had 550,000 yuan left in his account, including 220,000 yuan in cash.
This soft sword is indeed good. Although it is only ninth-level, it suits him very well. He buried it under the flesh of his right arm, with the hilt located on his chest.
It just made him feel a little uncomfortable when moving, but Meng Yi didn't care. He would probably get used to it after a long time.
He shook his right hand, and with a swish, the long sword pierced through the flesh and blood, sliding from the wrist to the palm of his hand. After a slight sound, the sword's sharp edge was revealed.
"Not bad, not bad. Can this sword be upgraded?"
Cen Qiyun looked at this scene with envy, "Of course, as long as you have money and materials, it's fine, but generally no one does this."
"With this money, it's better to buy a new one."
Meng Yi nodded and played with the sword lovingly.
His total net worth now is about 700,000 yuan. Now he has enough money and doesn't have to be stingy to buy medicine.
"Let's go find Su Yuanzhi!"
"Hey?" Cen Qiyun didn't want to go. "His medicine is very expensive, and I don't have much money left."
"I have it." Meng Yi put away his sword. "Besides, his medicine is effective."
He walked ahead without saying a word, and Cen Qiyun had no choice but to follow.
Meng Yi stood in front of Su Yuanzhi's desk and tapped lightly. The boy was almost asleep.
"Um?"
"A bottle of agility potion."
"forty thousand."
…
"Another bottle."
"Another bottle."
Su Yuanzhi began to make mistakes.
“Come again…”
Su Yuanzhi looked at the debris scattered on the ground and began to scratch his head.
Meng Yi sneered: "Do you want me to help you with this?"
"Hehehehe...Brother, you are such a nice person."
"15% off."
"Brother, why bother? We're old acquaintances. Oh, oh! 10% off~"
"15% off."
Su Yuanzhi felt like crying but had no tears. The prices here were high and not many people came to patronize him. This was not a good thing.
“15% off is 15% off…”
Afterwards, Meng Yi spent 340,000 to buy 10 bottles of various medicines, and his wealth shrank by 270,000.
Including the previous ones, he now has a total of 4 bottles of agility potions, 3 bottles of spiritual recovery potions, 2 bottles of strength potions, 2 bottles of healing potions, and 3 bottles of potions to increase hit rate.
He handed Cen Qiyun the potion that restored his spirituality and increased his hit rate, "You owe me 200,000 now."
For an absolutely reliable teammate like this, it is still necessary to ensure her combat effectiveness.
Cen Qiyun nodded with a complicated expression.
"Now we have a lot more money and don't have to scrimp and save on daily necessities."
This will affect combat effectiveness.
As for Su Yuanzhi, he did some calculations and sighed to the sky, thinking that he had just made several mistakes, so today's work was in vain!
Meng Yi waved his hand and said, "It's almost time. Let's have a meal and talk after you finish your afternoon training."
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