Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 984 - 290: [Black Market, Black Bureau] (6000)_2

Chapter 984: Chapter 290: [Black Market, Black Bureau] (6000)_2

The stall is small, and the stall owner is a skinny, black-skinned fellow, dressed like a member of the Ghost Race, with skin on his face that looks like dried orange peel, full of wrinkles.

Yet those eyes, although cloudy at first glance, made Chen Yan’s heart skip a beat as they scanned around—that was Evil Qi!

This man is definitely not the honest farmer he appears to be; he’s a tough character!

"Anything interesting here?" Yun Zhao asked nonchalantly.

The stall owner glanced at Yun Zhao and pointed at his table, "Everything is right here."

His voice was rough, as if he had a mouthful of sand.

Yun Zhao bent down to inspect, gradually picking out items among the pots and jars.

Chen Yan also pretended to browse, picking up a two-inch long copper pestle and gesturing with it in his hand.

The stall owner immediately whispered, "This is a herb grinding pestle, made from green-pattern copper, with a thin layer of jade powder coating outside. It harmonizes with Primordial Qi, and using it to grind herbs won’t disperse medicinal qi."

Chen Yan smiled, "A pestle alone isn’t enough; you need a container to hold the herbs, right?"

The stall owner shook his head, "These are all incomplete items, not sets, so they’re cheaper. You can buy it and find a herb bowl yourself to grind."

Chen Yan weighed it in his hand twice without showing interest and casually put it down. Then, in an even more casual manner, he picked up a copper mirror from the table.

The mirror was palm-sized, its back full of copper rust, with some parts looking nearly corroded through.

But the mirror surface was polished quite smooth.

Chen Yan held it to his face—despite being a copper mirror, polished as smooth as possible, the clarity was limited, yet it roughly reflected his features clearly enough.

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow and whispered, "Boss, this is a Nether Artifact, right?"

Nether Artifact actually refers to burial items specifically made for accompanying the deceased.

The stall owner’s tone turned cold, "I sell things, you buy if you want, don’t ask about the origins."

Yun Zhao suddenly leaned over and asked, "What’s this mirror used for? A Magical Artifact?"

Chen Yan shook his head, speaking lightly, "Not a Magical Artifact, it’s a feng shui ornament to adjust the flow of Primordial Qi inside a room. But this piece is old, badly damaged, and whoever buys it will need to polish it again. Even if it were new, it’s not worth much Jade Coin."

After hearing this, Yun Zhao lost interest and went to look at other things.

Chen Yan chuckled but put down the mirror and picked up the herb pestle again, gesturing with it twice, showing a hint of fondness, "What’s the price for this?"

"One hundred Jade Coin."

Chen Yan rolled his eyes and directly put down the pestle, "Boss, you’re not sincere in doing business."

The stall owner frowned, "I stated my price, you can haggle."

Chen Yan replied indifferently, "Although green-pattern copper is only produced in a few places in the Southern Border, it’s not that expensive. In big city shops, you can buy ten pounds for about a hundred Jade Coin, and it’s Middle Grade.

For a herb pestle, it’s certainly not made from Middle Grade copper, it’s definitely Low Grade, which means a few Jade Coins can buy a pound.

Your pestle weighs just about two pounds, and it’s old copper, which should be cheaper than new copper.

As for jade powder, there’s just a thin coat on this, judging by the technique it’s brushed on and dried.

Using powder, it’s at most under four coins. The Upper Grade jade powder costs only three to five coins per half pound. Ordinary ones are three to five coins per pound!

Based on material cost alone, this should be at most ten coins. Even adding craftmanship cost, it should together be no more than twenty.

You’re asking a hundred for something worth twenty?" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The stall owner forced a dry laugh, giving Chen Yan a thumbs up, "Sir, you’re an expert in Artifact Creation, I misjudged just now. How about this, take it for thirty coins."

Chen Yan hesitated, just holding the herb pestle with his thumb gently rubbing it.

Nearby Yun Zhao watched the dialogue between the two, seemingly ready to say something—considering his status as a wealthy heir of the Black Feathered Lark Race, tens of coins are merely pocket change.

Well, if not for myself, I could buy it as a gift for a friend.

But as Yun Zhao was about to speak, he felt a light press underfoot from Chen Yan’s deliberate touch.

Yun Zhao wasn’t silly, immediately realizing and instead of speaking out, said, "Boss, just give us a reasonable price!"

The stall owner shook his head, "Selling stuff isn’t just about material costs. The craftsmanship in Artifact Creation requires an Artifact Refiner, and thirty coins isn’t high, I’ve got to make money too."

Chen Yan smiled, "For this set of pharmaceutical materials, in big workshops like the Four-direction Building, even including herb pestles, containers, and bowls, made with much higher craftmanship, it wouldn’t exceed eighty coins—and theirs are new, complete sets.

Your individual pestle is an old item; how could it be worth thirty... How about twenty-two?"

The boss shook his head, "You know the trade, but your offer is too low, I wouldn’t make a profit."

Chen Yan hesitated for a moment then lowered his head, rummaging around the stall, grabbing things, weighing them, and putting them back, before grabbing another.

Finally, he took two miscellaneous items—a copper plate of unknown origin, and the copper mirror he picked up earlier, and laughed, "Alright, thirty then, I’ll pay thirty, and you throw in these two."

"No way!" The boss shook his head, "These two alone, even one is worth... uh... ten coins!"

Chen Yan then showed displeasure, frowning, "Boss, doing business like this won’t work then."