"Th-then, should we still trade for it?" Zhang Meng hesitated.
"Trade? Of course we'll trade. But she doesn't get to set the price—we do." Qin Ziwen paced back and forth, then looked up. "Zhang Meng, when you go back, tell her the price is three Aquatic Marvels for one Heaven-Reaching Fruit. I don't care about the grade of the Aquatic Marvels; even Level 1 Marvels will do.
If she insists on a lower price, that's not out of the question, but she'll have to trade information for it. You can ask her these questions..."
Qin Ziwen picked up his cup and took a sip of water. "Got it?"
Zhang Meng shook his head in shame. "I remember the last part, but I've already forgotten the first."
"It's fine. I'll just go over it a few more times." Qin Ziwen set down his cup.
After several more repetitions, Zhang Meng's brow was tightly furrowed, but he indicated that he had memorized it.
"As long as you've got it."
