"Please, everyone, admire this item."
With a wave from the auctioneer, a beautiful hostess stepped onto the stage carrying a wild Lingzhi of exceptionally fine quality.
"Is this what you need?" Lin Qingyue, who knew little about medicinal herbs, turned and asked Qin Lin in a soft, gentle voice.
"Yes." Qin Lin nodded slightly, his eyes sparkling. He could already sense the incredibly potent nature's spiritual energy contained within the Lingzhi. This was a genuine hundred-year-old Lingzhi!
"The starting bid for this hundred-year-old Lingzhi is five million, and each increment must be no less than five hundred thousand." Pointing to the Lingzhi, the auctioneer smiled at the crowd. "Will all interested friends please place your bids."
"Five million five hundred thousand." Lin Qingyue immediately raised her placard, making the first offer.
