Another day had passed.
Early in the morning, just after Xu Fang finished breakfast, his mobile phone ringtone rang.
Seeing it was an unfamiliar number, Xu Fang pressed to answer and politely asked, "Hello, may I ask who this is?"
"Is this Xu Fang?" A commanding female voice came through.
"Yes, it's me."
"I have an 80-year-old Wild Ginseng in my possession, name your price," the person on the other end said directly.
Xu Fang's heart skipped a beat and he hastily replied, "I urgently need Wild Ginseng to save someone. If your product is genuine, I can offer 23 million. Would that be acceptable?"
The person on the other end was silent for a while before finally saying, "The price is fairly reasonable. How about this, you should still be in Gusu, right? Conveniently, I'm in Gusu too. Come to Hundred Herbs Hall, and we can talk in detail."
Xu Fang had this intention, and immediately replied, "That's fine, may I know your name?"
"Qian Xiaoying."
"Alright."
