"It must be very precious. Just one box of Huaqi Ginseng Tablets that my mom uses to stay alert is pretty expensive, and it doesn't look like they added much ginseng. So you can imagine how valuable several hundred-year-old ginseng could be. Two hundred thousand doesn't seem expensive at all," even Zeng Xuerou was tempted to buy it, if only she wasn't currently short on money and needed to save some for the pharmaceutical factory budget.
After all, the miraculous effects of ginseng have been known since ancient times. It wouldn't be surprising if a five to six hundred-year-old ginseng indeed had the magical effect of prolonging life.
"Fifty thousand," the fur-coated woman stood at the doorway, her face set in an unyielding expression.
"Fifty thousand?" Huang Yaoshi broke out into a cold sweat at this figure, wiping his forehead as the sweat continued to drip down relentlessly.
