"Mr. Swanson, you seem sincere in wanting the formula. How about this? I'll take a loss and cover the extra costs. I'll only need the first ten herbs. How does that sound?" Dustin put on a reluctant front.

"10 herbs won't do, either!" Zion maintained his grim expression.

"Then how many will you agree to?" Dustin sought a compromise.

"One." Zion raised one finger.

"I can only give you one!"

"One herb?" Dustin frowned.

"Mr. Swanson, is this some kind of joke? I don't think negotiation works like this."

"Your Dew Balm formula is only worth one top-grade precious herb. That's all I can offer." Zion was getting impatient.

If Dustin had merely asked for money, he could have managed the situation. However, Dustin was throwing out exorbitant demands and treating him like a fool.

"Since you're not cooperating, let's forget about today. I'm sure there will be someone else who would be interested." Dustin didn't waste his breath and prepared to leave.

"Stand right there!" Zion sla