Chapter: 207
It sounds very unbelievable... Bogda swallowed his saliva and said, "That's it?"
The boss stared at him, and suddenly smiled and said, "What else do you want? How about this bag? When your liver disease is cured, I promise to satisfy you and your wife."
He hehe took out another pack of black paper herbs, and said in a low voice: "There is mummy powder added in it... Believe me, many nobles are taking this kind of thing, put it in tea, or make soup to drink."
... Bogda's confidence in the boss was completely shaken, and he even felt sick.
I believe Mr. Moretti... He took a deep breath, took out his wallet, and took out two banknotes of the largest denomination from the few gold pounds left.
Holding the herbs wrapped in yellow-brown paper, Bogda left "Rosen's Folk Herb Store" in a daze.
While waiting for the tram, he suddenly came to his senses:
Bought such a pack of things for a full 10 pounds?
This is close to my monthly salary!
If I hadn't believed in Anna and Joyce, I wouldn't have brought so much cash to the divination club!
Could it be that Mr. Moretti only charges 8 pence for divination because he is cooperating with the unscrupulous owner of the Rosen Herbal Pharmacy in order to earn more profits? This, this is very similar to the classic fraud case in the newspaper! When Bogda thought about before and after, he became somewhat suspicious of Klein, even Joyce and Anna.
The railroad carriage stopped, and he looked at the herbs in his hands, but in the end he couldn't return with the cheek, so he could only enter the carriage with a heavy heart.
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In Rosen's folk herbal shop.
The boss watched Bogda's back go away, and suddenly turned around and shouted to the back door where the herbs were piled up: "Xie Ermin, stop buying herbs from today."
"Why? Teacher, why?" A handsome young man with disheveled hair came out.
The boss smiled and said, "This is the 16th customer who came to me because of my fame. If this continues, I think the Nighthawks, Punishers and Mechanical Hearts will all notice me. It's time to consider going to other cities. .�
"Then does this shop need to be transferred?" Xie Ermin suddenly nodded and asked with concern.
The boss let out a hey and said, "If you want to stay, you can be the owner of this shop. Your ability in distinguishing herbs and compounding medicines is enough. Of course, 50% of your monthly profit Remember to deposit it into my unregistered account at Backlund Bank."
"However, I haven't learned what you are really good at." Xie Ermin is tired of living in a city that can't live for a year, and is quite reluctant to part with the magical formula that the teacher is good at.
The boss sat on the recliner, swayed leisurely and said, "That's not something you can learn if you want to..."
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A cup of black-green boiling liquid appeared in front of Bogda's eyes. The smell like smelly socks and the color that made people want to vomit all made him deeply suspicious of his every move today.
The rooster blood that had just flowed out was dripped with medicine. Bogda's father looked at his son worriedly and said, "I think surgery is the best choice."
The little rooster blood rolled a few times in the boiling liquid and disappeared. Bogda took a deep breath and said, "If the medicine doesn't work this time, I will consider surgery."
"The Lord will bless you." Bogda's father drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest,
When the boiling liquid became cold, Bogda raised his right hand, closed his eyes, raised his head, and drank all the potion with the thought of not wasting 10 pounds.
The stench with a bloody smell echoed in his mouth, making him almost spit out all the things he had just drank.
That night, Bogda found that he had a bad stomach and went to the bathroom six times. He didn't fall asleep until the crimson moon was about to disappear.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up because he dreamed of being reprimanded by the boss of the company. JrNovels.com
The boss stared at him, and suddenly smiled and said, "What else do you want? How about this bag? When your liver disease is cured, I promise to satisfy you and your wife."
He hehe took out another pack of black paper herbs, and said in a low voice: "There is mummy powder added in it... Believe me, many nobles are taking this kind of thing, put it in tea, or make soup to drink."
... Bogda's confidence in the boss was completely shaken, and he even felt sick.
I believe Mr. Moretti... He took a deep breath, took out his wallet, and took out two banknotes of the largest denomination from the few gold pounds left.
Holding the herbs wrapped in yellow-brown paper, Bogda left "Rosen's Folk Herb Store" in a daze.
While waiting for the tram, he suddenly came to his senses:
Bought such a pack of things for a full 10 pounds?
This is close to my monthly salary!
If I hadn't believed in Anna and Joyce, I wouldn't have brought so much cash to the divination club!
Could it be that Mr. Moretti only charges 8 pence for divination because he is cooperating with the unscrupulous owner of the Rosen Herbal Pharmacy in order to earn more profits? This, this is very similar to the classic fraud case in the newspaper! When Bogda thought about before and after, he became somewhat suspicious of Klein, even Joyce and Anna.
The railroad carriage stopped, and he looked at the herbs in his hands, but in the end he couldn't return with the cheek, so he could only enter the carriage with a heavy heart.
����
In Rosen's folk herbal shop.
The boss watched Bogda's back go away, and suddenly turned around and shouted to the back door where the herbs were piled up: "Xie Ermin, stop buying herbs from today."
"Why? Teacher, why?" A handsome young man with disheveled hair came out.
The boss smiled and said, "This is the 16th customer who came to me because of my fame. If this continues, I think the Nighthawks, Punishers and Mechanical Hearts will all notice me. It's time to consider going to other cities. .�
"Then does this shop need to be transferred?" Xie Ermin suddenly nodded and asked with concern.
The boss let out a hey and said, "If you want to stay, you can be the owner of this shop. Your ability in distinguishing herbs and compounding medicines is enough. Of course, 50% of your monthly profit Remember to deposit it into my unregistered account at Backlund Bank."
"However, I haven't learned what you are really good at." Xie Ermin is tired of living in a city that can't live for a year, and is quite reluctant to part with the magical formula that the teacher is good at.
The boss sat on the recliner, swayed leisurely and said, "That's not something you can learn if you want to..."
����
A cup of black-green boiling liquid appeared in front of Bogda's eyes. The smell like smelly socks and the color that made people want to vomit all made him deeply suspicious of his every move today.
The rooster blood that had just flowed out was dripped with medicine. Bogda's father looked at his son worriedly and said, "I think surgery is the best choice."
The little rooster blood rolled a few times in the boiling liquid and disappeared. Bogda took a deep breath and said, "If the medicine doesn't work this time, I will consider surgery."
"The Lord will bless you." Bogda's father drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest,
When the boiling liquid became cold, Bogda raised his right hand, closed his eyes, raised his head, and drank all the potion with the thought of not wasting 10 pounds.
The stench with a bloody smell echoed in his mouth, making him almost spit out all the things he had just drank.
That night, Bogda found that he had a bad stomach and went to the bathroom six times. He didn't fall asleep until the crimson moon was about to disappear.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up because he dreamed of being reprimanded by the boss of the company. JrNovels.com
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