1122 Selling at a Loss

Tian Xiaogui and Feng Wenshan's eyes immediately lit up, but they thought of something and were discouraged.

However, Tian Xiaogui's gaze quickly landed on his father. He even blinked hard, indicating for his father not to miss such good pills.

Tian Hongcheng, who received his son's hint, couldn't help but say in embarrassment, "Alchemist Lu's pills are very good, but I don't have so many gold coins on me."

Even though he was the leader of the Tian family, he had always taken the smallest share of allowances for the sake of the family. And since they suddenly left today, they didn't have time to get more gold coins from themselves at all.

He only had about two hundred thousand gold coins on him right now, so he could at most afford two pills.

Besides, if he really used the gold coins on him to buy two pills, they would have no money in their pockets in the future. How awkward would that be?