“It’s quite…exquisite.”

Mule reluctantly praised, against his will, “Ahem, well, let’s go inside and have a look.”

Since the other party was here to help, Li Ang couldn't keep him waiting outside. He stepped aside and led Mule into the shop.

Mule had visited the various organizations' branches in the square before.

Their buildings were either:

Magnificent and dazzling, comparable to luxury hotels;

Or low-key, luxurious, modern, and advanced, similar to the headquarters of a Fortune 500 company;

Or cold, dark, gloomy, and solemn.

But Li Ang’s shop…

The room had beige square tile flooring, and bright strip lights embedded in the ceiling.

In the center of the room was a pile of fresh dirt.

To the left was a cashier counter, and next to the counter was a shelf with a television set—if you sat on the stool behind the counter, you could watch TV from the most comfortable angle.

To the right of the room were several rows of empty shelves.

To the right of the shelves were two horizontally placed freezers and two refrigerators.

Overall, it looked like an ordinary small supermarket in a county town.

It wouldn't be out of place to hang a sign outside that said "Convenience Supermarket."

"So, what do you think?"

Li Ang opened the refrigerator door, took out two cans of ice-cold, canned 'fat宅[zhai] happiness water' (soda), leaned against the freezer, and tossed one to Mule.

The soda in the refrigerator was naturally not bought by Li Ang in a real-world supermarket. Instead, he had obtained it from a restaurant in the square—buying from the real world carried a slight risk of exposing his identity.

Mule considered the style of his horse-head mask. If he wanted to drink soda, he would have to take off the mask first, then remove the silk stocking over his face—

Even though the face he was currently using wasn't his own, it was still too much trouble.

Mule held the can without moving, glanced at the pile of dirt in the center of the shop, and turned to look at Li Ang. "You said this is a shop that provides comprehensive services, right?

Do you have a product catalog?"

"Yes."

Li Ang put the soda into the dark, hollow mouth of the giant dragon head mask, took out a page of paper full of words from his backpack, and handed it to Mule.

The information broker took it and saw that it only contained the names of the products, and their effects. The price column was blank.

"Eagle Eye Potion. Can improve the user's vision, duration 5-10 minutes. Suitable for: ordinary people - newbie Wan Jia Xiong Meng (Players Fierce) players with perception below 7."

"Stone Skin Potion. Can turn the user's skin into stone, enhancing physical resistance, and can withstand low-frequency fire from light bullets. Duration 30 minutes. Side effect is slow movement. Suitable for: ordinary people - newbie players with physique below 7."

"Fishman Potion. Can give the user the ability to breathe underwater. Duration 10 minutes. Nausea, vomiting, and even allergic reactions may occur during oral administration. Suitable for: ordinary people - newbie players."

"Spider Hand Potion. Can cause the user's palms to grow barbs, allowing them to climb on surfaces such as cement walls and high-rise glass. Duration 10-20 minutes. Suitable for: ordinary people - newbie players."

This long list of magic potion names took up half of the page.

Mule became interested, placed the can on top of the freezer, and said to Li Ang seriously, "How much do you plan to sell these magic potions for?"

He didn't ask if Li Ang made these potions himself—the question was meaningless, and even if he asked, the other party wouldn't necessarily tell him truthfully.

"I don't know."

Li Ang shook his head. "The cost of these potions is relatively low. I'm not sure what price to set for them, so I'd like to ask you for advice—I'll pay you a consultation fee for that."

When getting along with friends, one must be respectful. Not only respect the other party's privacy, hobbies, and living habits, but also respect the other party's job.

If gathering intelligence was just Mule's hobby, then it would be fine, and it could be glossed over with favors and mutual assistance.

But collecting intelligence was Mule's means of survival, and others had to pay him a fee to hire him.

Li Ang didn't want this small amount of money to cast a shadow over their harmonious working relationship.

"Hmm..."

Mule didn't decline the consultation fee. He thought for a while and said seriously, "Are there any samples?"

"Yes."

Li Ang took out a conical glass bottle and tossed it to Mule.

Back in that modified fairy tale instance, he had collected a large number of magic potion seeds and their recipes.

He used the breeding box to cultivate herbs.

Some of the magic herbs didn't seem to be able to adapt to the breeding box environment and couldn't grow.

Li Ang then used the magic herbs that could grow to refine some potions according to the recipes.

The effects of these potions weren't very strong, and they couldn't suddenly enhance personal combat abilities.

But they had the advantage of being diverse and having bizarre effects.

"..."

The system regarded the magic potion as an extraordinary item and provided it with an item description. Mule looked at the translucent words floating in his vision and returned the Stone Skin Potion to Li Ang.

"These kinds of magic potions are very helpful for newbie Wan Jia Xiong Meng (Players Fierce) players below Lv10."

Mule said, "Each potion is equivalent to a consumable skill scroll, which can save lives at critical moments. The price of similar products in the game store is generally set at around 300-700.

However, other secret societies, such as the Witch Alliance and the League of Devil Scientists, are also in the magic potion business, and they have lowered the price to 200-500 per bottle."

"I know,"

Li Ang nodded and said, "However, the cost of my magic potion raw materials is very low, and I can still recover the cost by selling them at a lower price."

For any other frying pan organization, magic herb cultivation is an extremely complex, high-precision technology.

Air, temperature, humidity, soil, light, bacterial colonies... if one factor is out of balance, the herbs will suffer large-scale yield reductions or even crop failure—this cost is all included in the product price.

However, Li Ang had an upgraded automated pet breeding box, plus the swamp divinity that could catalyze plant growth, so he could grow large areas of magic herbs at any time.

His main cost was the time and energy required to refine the potions.

Mule, as an information broker, had an extremely fast thinking speed.

He instantly deduced from Li Ang's few words that the other party might have mastered some kind of technology to cultivate and catalyze herbs. He didn't reveal it, just nodded and said lightly, "In that case, I will collect information and choose the most suitable and profitable potential price for your magic potions—this price may not be particularly low. If it's too low, the Witch Alliance may think it's malicious competition and come to your door to talk."

It's best to fully consider the employer and save as much trouble as possible. There's no need to offend a large organization for a little profit.

"Okay."

Li Ang nodded, not really caring, shook the soda bottle, and said to Mule, who was holding the product list, "There's more below, keep reading."