Chapter 397: Sleep Paralysis

"A fixed price of a hundred thousand! Pack up the stuff and load it on my car!" the middle-aged noblewoman said coldly.

"Sorry! I don't provide house calls," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Two hundred thousand! Whether it works or not, the money is yours," the middle-aged noblewoman said again.

"I'm quite busy here, handling what seems like hundreds of orders each day as if it's nothing," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged noblewoman frowned.

She stared deeply at Zhang Xiaohao, as though trying to see through him completely.

It was quite a while before she spoke again.

"A fixed price of three hundred thousand! If you are still not satisfied, I'll find someone else," the middle-aged noblewoman said icily.

"Deal! As the Taoist Ancestor used to say, 'If I don't enter Hell, who will?'" Zhang Xiaohao assumed the air of a transcendent hermit.

He stood up from the ground, while the middle-aged noblewoman was not paying attention.