「Another day had passed.」
Early in the morning, just as Xu Fang finished breakfast, his phone rang.
Seeing it was an unfamiliar number, Xu Fang answered and politely asked, "Hello, may I ask who this is?"
"Is this Xu Fang?" a commanding female voice came through the line.
"Speaking."
"I have an eighty-year-old Wild Ginseng in my possession. Name your price," the woman said directly.
Xu Fang's heart skipped a beat. "I urgently need Wild Ginseng to save someone's life," he said hastily. "If your product is genuine, I can offer 23 million. Is that acceptable?"
The person on the other end was silent for a moment before replying, "The price is fair. How about this? You're still in Gusu, right? Coincidentally, so am I. Come to Hundred Herbs Hall, and we can discuss the details in person."
This was exactly what Xu Fang wanted to hear. "Perfect," he replied immediately. "May I have your name?"
"Qian Xiaoying."
"Alright."
