Thinking of this, he called Ye Xingchen and instructed him to transport all the medicinal herbs from the Jiangzhou warehouse to the Fang Family.
Considering the shortage of hands and the absence of anyone knowledgeable in alchemy, Fang Yu then called Song Gusheng.
Upon receiving Fang Yu's call, Song Gusheng was inexplicably excited, and quickly said respectfully:
"Mr. Fang... what do you need, please just command?"
Fang Yu asked, "Do you have someone who understands alchemy? I need an assistant."
"There is an alchemist… it's just that he is a bit old and his grade is not high. Over the years, he has been running a Chinese medicinal herb shop in an old street of Jiangzhou, and he rarely practices alchemy... However, his knowledge and experience in alchemy are quite rich," Song Gusheng said.
"Hehe… it's the experience of failure that is rich, right?"
"Uh… Mr. Fang, you are joking again."
"What grade alchemist is he?"
