There were only a few tea trees on the mountain.
Each tree would yield a couple of pounds of tea leaves, at best.
After processing, that would produce half a pound of dried tea, tops.
Because of this, the total quantity was limited, destining it for the high-end market.
And if it was high-end, then the targets were the rich.
No, "fleece" isn't the right word.
The Wild Mountain Tea wasn't like those overhyped health supplements that relied mostly on the placebo effect. This was a Semi-Spirit Plant; its effects were real and tangible.
For the truly wealthy, five hundred thousand for a tael was nothing.
"Five hundred thousand? For... for a single tael?"
Pang Yunrui was stunned, his eyes wide as saucers. It wasn't that he thought Yang Qi was being greedy; rather, the potential profit and market positioning behind that number sent a shocking thrill through him.
