The robust old man stepped out from the crowd, brazenly and boldly looking at him.
"Yu QingWeen! How did I come here? Hmph! You know!" Mr. Wu angrily asked.
His angry words made Yu QingWeen feel nervous. Didn't he want to buy the wild ginseng at a very low price? Was Wu Weenxiong so furious?
"Brother Wu, what do you mean? I'm a bit... unclear!" Although Yu QingWeen inquired about Wu Weenxiong, he didn't want to appear too humble and weak.
"Unclear? What else could it be but market deception and swindle?" Wu Weenxiong said angrily.
When the people saw the old man say he was tied up in the QingWeen Pit, they couldn't help but feel somewhat confused. Was this ginseng plant really over twenty years old?
But this ginseng had been growing for more than 20 years. Why wasn't there any radish? Wasn't that strange?
"Old man, is this ginseng really over 20 years old?" The young man selling the ginseng hoped to rekindle Wu Weenxiong's hope.
