Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 621 - 619 Products

"It's actually... quite exquisite."

The Mule offered half-hearted, insincere praise. "Ahem, anyway, let's go inside and take a look."

Since the other party was there to help, Li Ang couldn't just leave him hanging, so he stepped aside and led the Mule into the shop.

Before this, the Mule had visited the branches of various organizations in the plaza. Their building styles varied: some were splendid and dazzling, comparable to luxury hotels; others were understatedly opulent, modern, and advanced, resembling the headquarters of Fortune 500 companies; and some were somber and dark, silent and solemn.

As for Li Ang's store...

The floor was covered with beige, checkered ceramic tiles, and bright strip lights were embedded in the ceiling. In the center of the room was a pile of fresh soil. To the left was a cash register, and next to it, a shelf held a television—positioned at the perfect angle for comfortable viewing if one sat on the stool behind the register. The right side of the room featured several rows of empty shelves. To the right of these shelves were two horizontal freezers and two refrigerators.

Overall, it resembled an ordinary small supermarket in a county town. Hanging a "Convenience Supermarket" sign out front wouldn't seem out of place at all.

"What do you think?"

Li Ang opened the fridge, took out two chilled cans of Fatso Happy Water, leaned against the freezer, and tossed one to the Mule.

The sodas in the fridge weren't bought by Li Ang from a supermarket in the real world; they were stocked from a restaurant in the plaza. Buying from the real world carried a slight risk of exposing his identity.

The Mule considered the style of his horse-head mask. If he wanted to drink the soda, he'd have to remove the mask and then the stocking covering his face. Even though the face he was currently wearing wasn't his own, it all seemed like too much trouble.

The Mule held the can but didn't move. His gaze briefly lingered on the pile of soil in the center of the shop, then turned to Li Ang. "You said this is a shop that provides comprehensive services, right? Do you have a catalog of goods?"

"Yes."

Li Ang put the soda can into the dark opening of his huge Dragon Head Mask, then took a sheet of paper filled with writing from his backpack and handed it to the Mule.

The Information Broker took it and looked it over. It listed only the item names and their uses; the price column was blank.

"Eagle Eye Potion. Enhances the user's eyesight for five to ten minutes. Applicable to: ordinary people and newbie players with Perception below 7 points."

"Stone Skin Potion. Transforms the user's skin into stone, enhancing physical resistance and allowing it to withstand low-frequency fire from light weapons. Duration: 30 minutes. Side effect: slowed movement. Applicable to: ordinary people and newbie players with Constitution below 7 points." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Fishman Potion. Allows the user to breathe underwater. Duration: 10 minutes. Oral consumption may cause nausea, vomiting, or even allergic reactions. Applicable to: ordinary people and newbie players."

"Spider Hand Potion. Causes the user's palms to grow barbs, allowing them to climb surfaces like concrete walls and high-rise glass. Duration: 10-20 minutes. Applicable to: ordinary people and newbie players."

This long list of Magic Potion names took up half the page. Interested, the Mule set the can on top of the freezer and looked seriously at Li Ang. "How much do you plan to sell these Magic Potions for?"

He didn't ask if Li Ang made the Magic Potions himself. It was a meaningless question; even if he asked, Li Ang might not answer truthfully.

"I don't know."

Li Ang shook his head. "The production cost of these potions is quite low, and I'm not sure what price to set for them. That's why I wanted to consult you—I'll pay you a consultation fee for this."

In interactions between friends, respect was crucial. It was important to respect each other's privacy, hobbies, lifestyle, and even their professional work. If gathering information were merely a hobby for the Information Broker, it would be acceptable to reciprocate with favors and mutual assistance. However, collecting information was the Information Broker's livelihood, and others had to pay a fee to hire him. Li Ang didn't want a small sum of money to cast a shadow on their harmonious working relationship.

"Hmm..."

The Information Broker did not refuse the consultation fee. After thinking for a moment, he asked seriously, "Do you have a sample?"

"I do."

Li Ang took out a conical Glass Bottle and tossed it to the Information Broker.

Back then, in that modified fairy tale instance, he had collected a large number of Magic Medicine Seeds and their formulas. He used the Breeding Box to cultivate the magical herbs. Some of the magical herbs apparently couldn't adapt to the Breeding Box environment and failed to grow. So, Li Ang used the magical herbs that *did* grow to concoct some potions according to the formulas.

The effects of these potions were not very strong and couldn't significantly enhance personal combat ability, but they were diverse and had a plethora of strange and curious effects.

"..."

The System regarded Magic Potions as extraordinary items and provided them with item descriptions. The Information Broker looked at the translucent text floating in his vision and handed the Stone Skin Potion back to Li Ang.

"These kinds of Magic Potions are very helpful for newbie players below Lv. 10."

The Information Broker said, "Each bottle of potion is equivalent to a consumable Skill Scroll, which can definitely save lives in critical moments. The current market price for similar items in the game store is generally 300 to 700. However, other Secret Societies, like the Witch Alliance and the Demon Scientist Alliance, are also in the Magic Potion business, and they've pushed prices down to 200-500 per bottle."

"I know," Li Ang nodded. "However, the raw material cost for my Magic Potions is very low. I can recoup my costs even if I sell them at a lower price."

For other organizations, cultivating magical herbs is an extremely complex, high-tech task. Factors like air, temperature, humidity, soil, light, and microbial balance are crucial. A single imbalance can cause the herbs to drastically underproduce or even fail completely. These cultivation costs are all factored into their retail prices.

However, Li Ang possessed an upgraded Automated Pet Box and the Swamp God Power, which could catalyze plant growth. This allowed him to cultivate large quantities of magical herbs at any time. Consequently, his main costs were the time and effort required to concoct the potions.

The Information Broker was exceptionally quick-thinking. From Li Ang's brief words, he instantly deduced that Li Ang might possess some technology to catalyze herb growth. He showed no reaction, merely nodding, and said coolly, "In that case, I'll gather information to determine the most suitable and profitable selling price for your Magic Potions. This price might not be particularly low. If it's too low, the Witch Alliance might consider it malicious competition and approach you for a 'discussion.'"

He always considered his employer's best interests, aiming to avoid unnecessary trouble. There was no need to provoke major organizations for negligible profit.

"Alright."

Li Ang, not particularly concerned, nodded. Shaking the soda can, he said to the Information Broker, who was still holding the product list, "There's more. Keep looking."