"So what you're saying is, this thing's really valuable, huh? Come on, come on, let me take a look."
Upon hearing this, Lao Cheng rolled his eyes in annoyance, but he still reached out and handed over the small piece of tea brick he had just put into the box to Lin Yi.
Lin Yi wasn't shy at all, directly grabbing it and opening it up, holding the small piece of tea brick in his hand without hesitation.
However, after examining it closely from all angles, he didn't find anything special about it. It was just hard, like a stone.
Why is this thing so valuable?
Isn't fresh tea more aromatic than this old antique stuff?
Who knows what these people are after.
Indeed, in Lin Yi's view, having the time to drink some freshly picked tea from this year would be much better than this aged stuff.
Especially since this thing, to put it bluntly, is just some leaves.
How could it not deteriorate and rot after being kept for so long?
