Bai Qianqian, though not familiar with ginseng, had a very keen nose and could tell the authenticity of this thing with just a sniff.
She grabbed a fake ginseng and yelled at the vendor, "Do you think we're fools? Dare to sell this piece of lousy carrot as ginseng?"
The vendor's face turned dark, and he replied to Bai Qianqian unhappily, "Miss, there's no righteousness in business. If you don't want it, just move on. No need to speak so offensively."
"A seller of fakes still has the nerve to argue?"
Bai Qianqian clenched her fist, feeling the urge to punch the vendor.
Long Fei stopped her and said to the vendor, "My little sister is young and can't tell the real stuff. Name your price, I'll buy all the herbs here."
The vendor's eyes lit up, surprised by the presence of a sucker.
He reached out with five fingers, gesturing towards Long Fei, "These herbs from the mountains and underground are worth at least five, five thousand Spirit Stones."
