Chapter 1112

"Boss, how much is this alchemy furnace?" Ye Tian made a gesture: "Although it is a little damaged, it is still passable."

"This alchemy furnace is an ancient thing. As you said, although it is broken, it still has value." The shop owner said: "If you really want to buy it, I can transfer it to you at a low price."

The boss pointed five fingers: "50,000 yuan! It can't be cheaper."

"Just this kind of cracking alchemy furnace, does it cost 50,000 yuan?" Ye Tian smiled slightly: "The boss's heart is not small!"

"Little brother, you get what you pay for. After all, this thing is an ancient thing, and our purchase price is not cheap. If you think it is expensive, I can make it cheaper." The boss said aloud: "I think you are also a Expert, you are not allowed to make an offer, you can just give 38,000!"

"Although it's still expensive, it's acceptable." Ye Tian smiled faintly: "I bought it for 38,000!"

The shop owner nodded, with joy in his eyes. This alchemy furnace has been placed in the shop for many years, but no one has taken a fancy to it. Now Ye Tian bought it, which made him feel a lot easier.

"Boss, I have something here, do you want to take it here?" A white-haired old man dragged a snakeskin bag and said to the boss.

"What?" The boss asked in surprise, "I have all genuine antiques here, and I won't accept other useless things."

The white-haired old man took out some medicinal materials from the snakeskin bag: "I picked these from various sources. If they are sold in the market, they will definitely fetch a good price. I can sell them to you at a low price!"

"Old man, I'm afraid you have come to the wrong place." The shop owner glanced at him: "This is an antique street, not a medicine market. If you want to sell medicine, go to the medicine market."

The white-haired old man's face was ashen. He didn't expect that the shop owner would be so straightforward: "This medicinal material is a rare thing."

The white-haired old man kept saying: "If you miss it, you will lose a lot of money."

"Rare things?" The shop owner smiled: "I only rare antiques, I don't care about other things!"

The white-haired old man looked helpless, and was about to leave dragging the snakeskin bag, but was stopped by Ye Tian: "Old man, your medicinal materials are really unusual, how much do you need?"

"This bag is full of good medicine. If you want it, young man, just give me 30,000 yuan!" The white-haired old man said, "These are all dried medicinal materials, which I keep accumulating on a daily basis."

"Old man, don't you think you're crazy about money?" The shop owner said, "How dare you bid 30,000 yuan for those nasty medicinal materials?"

"If I don't have this price, I won't sell it." The white-haired old man is serious. These medicinal materials are refined by him. Even if he is waiting to use the money, it is absolutely impossible to lose money to such a field.

"It doesn't matter, 30,000 is 30,000." Ye Tian said aloud: "This is not an ordinary medicinal material. After many refinements, the medicinal effect is even better, but 30,000 is not expensive."

Faced with Ye Tian's words, the shop owner was dumbfounded, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"So the little brother agreed?" The white-haired old man nodded quickly: "Since I agreed, it will be easy! Pay with one hand and deliver with the other."

Ye Tian was straightforward, took out 30,000 yuan, and bought the medicinal materials. At the same time, holding a snakeskin bag in his hand, his eyes were slightly joyful.