But that's just talk. If she only sells ginseng, who around here would buy it anyway?
"Yiran, this money's from your family, isn't it?" Mei Mengzhen handed her phone to He Yiran with trembling hands. He Yiran glanced at the screen, checked the amount, and nodded. "Yeah, don't worry, this is the market price. You have no idea how great your ginseng is. You're just letting us have it straight up. If it went to an auction house, the price would be even higher."
Hearing He Yiran say that... she still couldn't relax. She had even bigger and fatter ginseng in her space; if it was all valued like this, it wouldn't just be a thousand years old. No wonder stacking all those in the straw hut in the space did nothing. Who the hell would dare take those out?
Mei Mengzhen had a tiny question, "Yiran, if a 300-year-old can go for 25 million, what about a thousand-year-old ginseng?"
