The Lingnan Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
Inside the simple manager's office.
Zhao Jun and Sun Desheng sat on opposite sides, while Sun Haizhu perched on the edge of the desk.
Just like the old man at the pharmacy, Sun Desheng held the Ginseng by its Rush Head with one hand and supported its body with the other, examining it meticulously.
After a long moment, he carefully placed the Ginseng back on the moss. Then, Sun Desheng looked toward Sun Haizhu.
Sun Haizhu understood immediately. He smiled and said, "Brother Zhao Jun is right here, he's one of us. Go ahead and speak freely, Second Brother."
Hearing "one of us" put Sun Desheng at ease. He said to Sun Haizhu, "I can offer thirty-two hundred. If you want to go any higher, it'll have to be your call."
"Alright, I get it." Sun Haizhu hopped off the desk and said to Zhao Jun, "Brother, you sit tight. Second Brother and I are going to make a phone call."
