Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

"Master, someone wants to sell pills." Xiao er said hello and went out again.

One of the advantages of this kind of famous drugstore is that they will not judge people by their appearance, because those drugstores with low vision can not get to this point.

"The little guest wants to sell some pills." The pharmacist is a gentle uncle with glasses. At first glance, he gives a very good impression to others.

Mu Yun An took out a few small bottles, "you see."

Words can not be too clear, the other side is easy to see through you, a lot of things to leave room.

The pharmacist smiles, takes a small bottle and looks at it. Then he opens it. After smelling it, he looks at muyun'an in surprise.

He saw a lot of children who came to sell pills, but there was something important at home and they had to sell the precious pills.

According to his experience, the quality of this kind of pill is generally like that, not particularly good.

But there are several pills in the bottle, which are of very good quality.

Smell is not sure, pharmacist began to firm, with a tool to scrape off a little powder, do very carefully.

Mu yun'an just watched him do it. He was expressionless all the time. He didn't seem to be so nervous about selling pills. He didn't seem to care whether he could get a good price.

In fact, muyun'an doesn't care. She is confident in her pills.

Although in order not to attract people's attention, what she took out was very common pills, but even if it was common, her pills were the best in it.

It took more than half an hour for the pharmacist to identify all the pills.

The surprise on his face could not be covered up.

To tell you the truth, if every pill here is taken out separately, it may not be so brilliant, but together, he can see that it's the same pot of pills.

It's really hard to practice the quality to this point.

The attitude towards muyun'an was much better. The appraiser put all the pills well. "I don't know what price the little brother wants to sell?"

"Look out." Mu yun'an showed a smile of mystery, and looked at his fingers with unclear meaning, "anyway, I don't have to sell it to you."

"Of course, our family is the fairest." How can a pharmacist feel his forehead? How can he feel nervous when facing a child.

"My master said that if I can't get a good price, I won't go back." Muyun'an picked up the bottle and looked, "although they are all pills for practicing, they are also her painstaking efforts."

Huwa technology which strong, the east to find Muyun an.

If one person can hold up the whole play, the plot is well thought out.

The pharmacist carefully distinguishes the "careless" information in muyun'an's words and starts to calculate in his heart.

As a child, speaking always reveals a lot.

Are these pills made by his master? So his master is at least an intermediate pharmacist. From the perspective of a pharmacist, he can't be wrong.

If a middle-level pharmacist can get the resources in his hands and gain momentum, his pharmacy can definitely go up to a new level in the future.

The pills of these qualities are just pills for practicing hands.

"What's the price of your master?" The pharmacist explored that if you give too much, it will hurt, but if you give too little, you can't keep such a big customer in the future.