Chu Hao didn't understand the medicinal market, so he asked, "What's the market value of a thousand-year ginseng, approximately?"
The middle-aged woman gave a wry smile and said, "A wild ginseng over a thousand years, a decent one, is probably worth thirty or forty million."
Holy crap!! That expensive?
It was one thing for Bai Ling to request one, but the list she'd written was full of various medicinal herbs, and even some stuff harder to find than thousand-year ginseng. She actually expected him to purchase them—wasn't this just setting him up?
The middle-aged woman looked at the list again, her expression growing more shocked the more she looked. She couldn't help but ask, "Young man, what are you buying these medicinal herbs for?"
Chu Hao said helplessly, "To eat, of course."
