Chapter 184: Mortal-Grade Negotiating
Li Lang cursed himself for his hastiness. As soon as he heard about the possible deal with the Brushweaver Guild, he rushed there immediately. He had planned how to deal with private businesses, where he could simply say it was a business secret to answer any touchy questions, but he was hesitant to lie to the guild.
After all, the craft guilds were powerful organizations in their own right. Their ability to operate openly in both the orthodox and demonic factions’ territories was a testament to that.
Li Lang had been in the cultivator world long enough to know not to underestimate experts. They each had esoteric means that could achieve incredible things. It wasn’t far-fetched that there were some who could tell if he was lying or even the divination he had once heard of. The only reason he wasn’t more paranoid was because he learned that divination required a catalyst that belonged to the target.
After weighing things through in his mind, he finally made the decision to proceed as planned.
“Unfortunately, my business partners do not want to reveal their identity. Please, just list my name alone.”
“What? Are you sure you have their consensus on this?” Mou Fong asked with a voice tinged with concern. “If someone comes to dispute the claims later on, it won’t end with just a simple scolding. It could result in certifications being revoked and banned from the guild.”
“Yes, I am certain.”
“Hmm—give me a few moments to convey your request to my superiors.”
The guild employee then left the room in a hurry, rushing up the stairs of the guild. He even brushed past a few of his coworkers, who all stared at him in disbelief. They normally knew him as a calm and gentle man. It could have something to do with his low position, never having to come into contact with any important matters, but today that changed.
A young man had walked into the guild, requesting not to sell a couple dozen talismans, but a long-term deal that was in the thousands. If the items involved weren’t only at the Mortal-grade, Mou Fong doubted he could’ve held his composure.
He rushed back to the third floor, where the procurement department was located. He didn’t bother with anyone he saw, heading straight for his superior’s office. Despite the urgency in his step that stemmed from finally having gotten involved with a big transaction, he still had the discipline to first knock.
However, before his knuckles made contact with the door, a voice rang out from behind it.