Seeing the smile on Tang Sheng's face spreading, Qin Yu finally let out a sigh of relief.
This father and son were really the same. They both liked to be praised.
Tang Sheng also seemed to feel a bit embarrassed. He coughed and said with a serious expression, "Although what you said is true, you should know what these ten-thousand-year-old herbs mean."
Qin Yu nodded slightly.
It was simply impossible to get him to give up the herbs just by flattering him.
The final decisive factor in the negotiation was still the value of each other's use, which was individual ability.
Tang Sheng said in a deep voice, "If I give this herb to you, what benefits will I get?"
Qin Yu thought for a moment and said, "I'm an apothecary. I can refine medicine for you, no matter what kind of medicine it is."
Tang Sheng waved his hand and shook his head, "That's not enough."