Principles (1)

At the market, Jiang Ming had set up a stall selling medicinal pills. 

He waved at a new customer. 

"Are you Master Jiang from the Plant Hall? I've heard that the quality of your pills is good, and your reputation is great. I don't mind spending a little today. Let me buy five bottles first!" a burly man with a face full of stubbles said. 

"Friend, why do you want to buy so many?" Jiang Ming's heart skipped a beat. However, he still asked the customer with a smile on his face. 

"Hey, there's no harm in having a lot of these in case of an emergency," the burly man said casually. After putting down the spirit stones and taking the medicinal pills, he quickly left. 

Jiang Ming weighed the spirit stones in his hand and looked at the fewer bottles of pills left in the stall. 

What bullsh*t! This person was obviously preparing for something.