Refining Hall.
Han Fei was bargaining with a shop assistant.
"Look, I'm a three-star refiner. I'm not asking too much to rent a refinery room and a booth, right?"
The shop assistant was dumbfounded. "But, Master Refiner, do you have to hang this banner? If you do so, other refiners will definitely protest."
Han Fei pulled the banner in his hand. "We compete fairly! Is there a problem with my banner?"
The shop assistant was speechless. Don't you know what's wrong with your banner? Look at what you wrote? "One-stop service for refining and spirit sealing, with a 30% discount every day." How can others do business if you hang this up?
Suddenly, Han Fei surreptitiously said, "How about this? How much can you earn a day? 100 high-quality pearls? 200? I'll hire you with the payment of 1,000 a day. What do you think?"
The shop assistant hung his mouth open. "How much?"