The shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment, then came over with a wide grin on his face, "Hello, young man, was it you who bought that old mountain ginseng just now?"
"Indeed, that old mountain ginseng is with me," Greg Jensen nodded.
The shopkeeper let out a sigh of relief and smiled, "Then please quote me a price."
"Quote a price? What price?" Greg Jensen feigned ignorance.
The shopkeeper frowned, "You're not selling your old mountain ginseng?"
Greg Jensen shook his head, "No, why should I sell something perfectly good? Such a rare item, I'm planning to keep it for my own use in the future."
"Young man, keeping the old mountain ginseng now is of no use to you, it's better to sell it to someone in need.
As the saying goes, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda.
You bought that old mountain ginseng for twenty thousand, right? How about this, if you're willing to sell, I'm willing to pay one hundred thousand for it.
