Pei Xingyuan said, "That is—"
Jin Daji glanced at him and laughed, "Mr. Pei, that's our warehouse."
"...!"
Pei Xingyuan's eyes lit up immediately.
Although he knew that he should calm his emotions and not show too excited an expression at this moment, he couldn't help the thunderous beating of his heart, pounding against his chest, and his breathing grew increasingly heavy.
However, he still tried to calm himself down.
He glanced at the three not-so-large buildings and said, "You store all those herbs here?"
As he spoke, he tilted his head to look more closely, "Can they fit?"
Jin Daji chuckled and said, "Mr. Pei, perhaps you've forgotten, it's already the ninth day since the plague was discovered. Even if our herbs piled up like a mountain, half would have been used up with the daily deliveries to Yanzuo Square."
"...Oh."
"So, with five hundred pounds of herbs vanishing into thin air, I'm wagering my head on this business."
"..."
