"Old Meng, there's no need for formalities. I'm just accompanying Old Wu here. If there's anything, you should discuss it with him!" Li Xiaobao waved at Meng Dahai. Li Xiaobao was very clear about this ginseng business. He only came to Baima twice at the beginning and in the middle, and after that, he never came.
If you're talking familiarity, Wu Fengqing and Meng Dahai are probably the most acquainted. One of them is familiar with ginseng, and the other with workers. And now they have to sell the ginseng, Wu Fengqing is even more familiar with the prices.
Li Xiaobao thought about it, indeed he was just accompanying Wu Fengqing here. He really had nothing else to do here.
"Old Wu, you're finally back. I've been waiting here for a week. If I don't get any ginseng soon, the headquarters will surely pull the plug on me!" The speaker was Cui Ming, whom Li Xiaobao knew as a northern medicinal herb purchaser who had always cooperated with Wu Fengqing.
