Seeing the increasingly broad smile on Pat Noble's face, Ethan Smith finally breathed a sigh of relief.
*These two father and son, really are cut from the same cloth—they both love flattery.*
Pat Noble, seemingly feeling a bit awkward, cleared his throat and said seriously, "What you said isn't wrong, but you should understand what this Ten-thousand-year-old herb represents."
Ethan Smith nodded slightly.
*Trying to get him to hand over the herb with mere flattery? That's absolutely impossible.*
The ultimate deciding factor in negotiations still depended on mutual value, which invariably tied to personal capabilities.
Pat Noble said in a deep voice, "If I give this herb to you, what benefits will I gain?"
Ethan thought for a moment and then said, "I am an alchemist. I can concoct pills for you, any kind you need."
Pat waved his hand and shook his head. "That's not enough," he said.
