Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 111 Gold Not for Sale, More Money Required

"So, Uncle Blue Hair, how exactly are you going to take us up there?" Xing asked curiously.

Although Sambo is unreliable, Xing doesn't dislike him at all; on the contrary, she's a bit... close to him?

"Oh, don't worry about that. Just trust me, old Sambo." Sambo patted his name tag, looking very composed.

Seele leaned closer and asked mysteriously, "Are you planning to take your smuggling route?"

"Ahem, we're all brothers, right? Come on, tell me about your smuggling route, we're all brothers." As she spoke, Seele put her hand on Sambo's shoulder.

The two of them, with their arms around each other's shoulders, looked like a gang plotting something bad together.

"Hahaha... Miss Seele, of course we're not going that way, it's too dangerous." Sambo laughed awkwardly.

Just kidding, this smuggling route is his livelihood.

"Hey, don't be so stingy!" Seele patted Sambo's shoulder hard.

"You wouldn't want it to be known that the mink coat you sold to Chief Oleg was actually the work of a skunk's ass, would you?"

Sambo immediately turned his head and saw Seele with a mischievous grin on her face.

No wonder they came from underground fire; they've got skills.

"Ahem, Miss Seele, please spare me." Sambo chuckled helplessly, then leaned close to Seele's ear and whispered:

"Miss Seele, this contains a photo of Bronya, a rather private one~"

After saying that, Sambo raised an eyebrow.

"Private!" Seele's breathing quickened suddenly.

“That’s right, as long as you don’t mention that skunk’s ass~” Sambo continued, his words as tempting as a devil’s whisper.

Seele blushed immediately and said in a low and hurried voice, "Okay, but you're not allowed to tell anyone."

"Don't worry, Sambo knows best how to protect customer information." Sambo bowed and gestured for them to proceed.

“Okay,” Seele said calmly, her face flushed.

At this moment, her thoughts had already drifted to that ethereal photograph.

"Huh? What strange deal did you two make?" March 7th looked at the two people with suspicion.

I have a feeling something's not right, like something's fishy is going on!

A colon immediately appeared above Xing's head: "I know, it's a trade play!"

March 7th, with lightning speed, once again covered Xing's mouth.

“If you don’t speak here, no one will think you’re mute.” March 7th closed his eyes, his tone full of helplessness.

Xing was still stammering, seemingly wanting to say something, but her expression was very excited.

Eve then pointed at Sambo and warned, "Be careful, Seele, this guy is no good."

The memory of him coveting my leg ring is still vivid.

What kind of good thing could a middleman who sells goods to monsters from different realms be?

"Ahem, Sister Eve, we can't say that. I, Sambo, am a man of my word, okay?" Sambo said indignantly.

"Honesty? Is it worth a few Winterhold shields to you?" Eve rolled her eyes at Sambo.

"Honesty is the foundation of a businessman, and I wouldn't sell this for a thousand pieces of gold," Sangbo said righteously.

“One thousand and one Winter City shields.” Eve held up her finger.

"Hahahaha... Sister Eve, you have a good eye for people." Sangbo immediately rubbed his hands together, a fawning smile on his face.

"So, are you selling or not?" Eve asked with a smile.

"Sell, sell, sell! Who would turn down money!" Sangbo's smile became even more fawning.

Eve casually tossed out a bag containing the Winter City Shield.

Sambo pounced on him like a hungry tiger.

Eve shook her head slightly as she watched this scene. Why did she suddenly have a sense of déjà vu with Paimon?

She turned to Seele and said earnestly, "See, Seele, all unscrupulous merchants are the same."

Seele nodded thoughtfully, but she didn't seem to intend to listen to Eve.

As it turns out, when profits reach 10%, some people start to get restless; when profits reach 50%, some people dare to take risks; when profits reach 100%, they dare to trample on all human laws; and when profits reach 300%, they are not even afraid of going to the gallows.

Clearly, Seele chose to take a risk when faced with Bronya's private photos.

After picking up the money bag, Sambo turned around and ran back.

He dropped his fawning demeanor and said righteously, "Alright everyone, there's no time for us to eat hotpot and sing songs. It's time to head to the upper district now."

"But you still haven't said how to get there?" Xing pressed on with the question.

“Actually, it’s through the furnace core passage,” Sangbo said.

“The core passage? That’s not easy to navigate,” Seele questioned.

"Ah, why?" Xing asked curiously.

“That used to be a passage connecting the ground and the upper levels, with spiraling stone steps all the way up,” Seele explained patiently.

“Yes, yes, I also think it’s difficult to walk. With such advanced technology, why are the builders so fixated on steps? Wouldn’t it be better to build an elevator?” Sangbo spread his hands in a helpless gesture.

"Sambo, don't change the subject. You know what I mean by 'it's hard to walk'," Seele said with a threatening look.

"The furnace core, being a former passageway, must be guarded by iron guards. How did you manage to get us up there?"

"Hahahaha, well, that's just my old Sangbo's professional skills." Sangbo smiled slightly, his face full of confidence.

"You all just go forward, leave the rest to me."

"Hey...can we really trust this swindler, cunning, and unscrupulous guy?" Xing asked the others, pointing at Sambo.

"Sigh, I guess I'll trust him once in a while, but he won't go too far, after all, the Earth Fire isn't someone to mess with." Seele sighed.

“The same goes for the Iron Guards.” Bronya nodded.

"Um...it seems that Sambo has already escaped from the Iron Guards four or five times." Xing said quietly from the side.

"Damn it, I'll definitely punish those lazy bums when we get back!" Bronya clenched her fists.

At this moment, Eve said, "Don't worry, he wouldn't dare to do anything."

"After all, integrity is the most important thing for a businessman, right?"

Eve stared intently at Sambo, a smile spreading across her face.

Sangbo was stunned by what he saw, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He immediately smiled apologetically and said, "Of course, Sister Eve."

"We merchants value integrity above all else; we will never sell something for less than a thousand."

Eve shook her head slightly and said, "Alright, let's go."

"Okay, this way~"

Sambo immediately rushed over to clear a path for Eve.

The remaining few looked at each other, realizing that only Eve was worthy of Sambo.

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