The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion Chapter 69: Sold out

He Zhiran looked at Peng Wang.

"Brother Peng, anyway these skins won't spoil until winter cos, so we might as well sell them when winter arrives."

Peng Wang was very cooperative in his reply: "Alright, whatever my younger sister says."

As he spoke, he gestured at the clerks to leave with him.

Seeing that the deal was about to slip away, the shopkeeper imdiately put on a smiling face to block their way.

"Gentlen, don't rush to leave. Let's discuss this further."

"There's nothing more to discuss. We worked hard to get so many wolf skins, of course we'll wait to sell them when prices are highest."

As Peng Wang saw the shopkeeper co to obstruct them, he was gleeful inside but still pretended that he wanted to leave.

The anxious shopkeeper directly shouted: "How about this - I'll pay an extra 100 wen per skin. That's very high already!"

He Zhiran turned her head and held out a palm to the shopkeeper.

"Pay an extra 500 wen and you have a deal."

"500 wen is too much. Even in winter, wolf fur isn't worth that much," the shopkeeper was nearly in tears. With an extra 500 wen, his profits would be halved.

"Then forget it. We're going to the capital in a few days anyway, and can definitely get a good price for them there," He Zhiran said, and prepared to leave.

Now the shopkeeper was truly anxious.

"Fine, one and a half taels of silver per skin. I'll buy all the wolf fur."

Although his profit margin had decreased, it was still better than making no profit.

Peng Wang was impressed that He Zhiran had negotiated an extra 25 taels worth of silver with just a few sentences.

He secretly gave her a thumbs up.

The wolf skins were quickly unloaded from the wooden cart, revealing dried wolf at packed in several large iron pots.

Curious, the shopkeeper asked: "Brothers, what is this?"

Having earned extra money, Peng Wang was in a good mood and generously handed him a piece of dried at.

"Boss, have a taste. This is dried wolf at."

"Dried wolf at?" The shopkeeper had been in business for many years, but this was the first ti he had heard of such a thing.

He took the dried at from Peng Wang and cautiously bit off a piece.

And he simply could not stop eating after that first bite.

"Delicious, chewy, and more fragrant the more you chew..."

On the way here, He Zhiran had suggested that with so much dried at, it would be impossible for them to retail it bit by bit at the marketplace. It would be best to find a teahouse or restaurant and negotiate for them to purchase the whole batch.

Therefore, even as the shopkeeper of the fur shop continuously praised how tasty it was, they had no intention of selling him so. Seeing how much he liked it, Peng Wang generously gave him a few more pieces.

After receiving the silver, Peng Wang was about to leave with his n, but as soon as he turned around, the shopkeeper chased him out.

"Gentlen, please wait!"

Peng Wang looked back: "Sothing else?"

The shopkeeper ca up to them, grinning from ear to ear.

"Brothers, might this dried wolf at be for sale?"

"Of course it's for sale, but we won't be selling it in small amounts," Peng Wang replied.

He had just finished speaking when a man looking about thirty years old, wearing silk brocade robes, walked out of the shop.

The man was waving a fan, believing himself to have elegant deanor as he approached them.

"Cui is my unworthy na. In three days I will be hosting a poetry gathering, where scholarly gentlen from the surrounding counties will be in attendance. I noticed this dried wolf at and thought it would make for a fine snack. If possible, I would like to purchase so."

Peng Wang instinctively looked to He Zhiran upon this prospect of business.

He Zhiran already knew dried wolf at would be in demand.

"Master Cui, we don't sell our at in small amounts. If you would purchase the whole batch, then we can discuss pricing," she said.

Master Cui first glanced at the amount of dried at on the cart before replying, "No problem."

Hearing this, He Zhiran did not hesitate either and directly nad her price: "For all of this dried at, 300 wen per jin."

"300 wen per jin? Young lady, you're practically robbing us!" The shopkeeper felt the price was unbelievable.

Not just the shopkeeper, even Peng Wang was sowhat shocked upon hearing this quote.

If not for the at being so tasty, even if they had properly prepared this wolf at and brought it to market, they probably couldn't have gotten much money for it.

This girl had directly opened with 300 wen.

He Zhiran's price did contain so room for negotiation - naturally this would not be a fixed price sale, and the other party would certainly bargain.

But she absolutely would not take the initiative to make concessions.

"It takes five jin of wolf at to make one jin of dried at. These wolves were hunted by my family risking their lives, and go through many processing steps. I feel this price is very reasonable," she said.

"Even if it's five jin of wolf at for one jin of dried at, it's still not worth 300 wen per jin!" the shopkeeper retorted.

Master Cui echoed in agreent: "Indeed, 300 wen per jin is too expensive."

Seeing both of them think the price was too high, Peng Wang guessed this deal was likely going south.

In a mont of anxiety, he secretly nudged He Zhiran, hinting with his eyes for her to lower the price.

But He Zhiran ignored Peng Wang and instead addressed the shopkeeper and Master Cui:

"I presu both of you tried the at and found the flavor satisfactory, which is why you want to buy so."

Seeing as neither party rebutted, He Zhiran continued,

"The thod of making dried at is secret recipe passed down in our family. I believe you simply cannot buy at this delicious anywhere else.

Master Cui, since you are hosting a poetry gathering, I'm certain the attendees will be prominent and influential people.

When you serve them this unique dried at at the event, I assure you it will have an unanticipated effect."

He Zhiran's words had indeed struck Master Cui's heart.

After hesitating a number of tis, he finally said, "200 wen per jin. I'll take the whole batch."

In He Zhiran's estimation, the lowest acceptable price for the at was 150 wen per jin. Hearing the offer of 200 wen, she was already elated internally.

However, so as not to betray her delight, He Zhiran hesitated briefly, seemingly conflicted.

Seeing her uncertainty, Master Cui spoke again,

"I'll add another 20 wen per jin, but I can't go higher."

He Zhiran put on a look of indecision, turning to face Peng Wang as if unable to make up her mind.

"Big brother Peng, can we agree to this price?"

Peng Wang played along very cooperatively, making a pained expression as he said, "220 wen per jin it is then! If this sells our dried at, we can return ho that much sooner."

Only then did He Zhiran reluctantly look to Master Cui.

"Since my elder brother has agreed, I've got no say. It's a deal for 220 wen per jin."

The shopkeeper called over helpers to weigh the at.

There was a total of 168 jin of dried wolf at, priced at 36 taels and 980 wen.

Master Cui directly gave He Zhiran 40 taels of silver.

To Peng Wang, being able to sell these unwanted wolf parts for 40 taels was like finding free money on the ground.