At Baiyun Monastery, Liu Chen cleverly started doing business, and those old monks watched the abbot slurp his instant noodles, almost drooling to death.
Finally unable to resist the temptation, an old monk fiercely decided, and someone brought a delicate box to Liu Chen: "This is the snow ginseng I've treasured for fifty years, please trade it for a few tubs of instant noodles!"
Liu Chen looked at the snow ginseng, it looked quite nice; surely it would be worth hundreds of thousands.
"Here, take this and go find some hot water to soak it." Liu Chen tossed over a tub of noodles.
The old man was dumbfounded, confusedly saying, "How come just one tub? Surely you should give me a few tubs?"
He looked rather aggrieved.
Liu Chen impatiently said, "Prices are rising nowadays, it's already pretty good that your lousy ginseng can trade for one tub."
