Shi Zhao's gaze held a touch of melancholy and confusion. He glanced at the amount of money, but his heart was angry. Now, things had really become a bit tricky.
"9 billion." Finally, Shi Zhao gritted his teeth and said.
"A thousand-year-old medicinal ingredient, yet you don't know its use, is priced at 9 billion yuan." You prisoners really have a lot of money. "If you like it, I'll just give it to you." Qian Duo smiled again, looking at Ji Zhao's face, and said nonchalantly.
Despite these herbs supposedly being thousands of years old, Xing Zhao was not at all excited. His face turned even uglier. He looked at how much money he had and felt as though he was being deceived by his own wealth.
It could have been bought for 5 billion yuan, but its price had been inflated by 4 billion, all thanks to this money.
The onlookers also looked at the amount of money with strange expressions, then glanced at the punishing Zhao, making their judgement.
