Qin Feng, afraid that Shangguan Yan would recognize it, urged her to hurry and swipe the card.
Shangguan Yan didn't pay much attention and pulled out the POS machine, swiping the card.
Seeing the transaction was successful and the receipt was spit out, Shangguan Yan was shocked.
How could this poor kid clad in street market clothes actually have a balance to spend eighteen thousand eight hundred?
It's true; you really can't judge a book by its cover!
"All right, the deal is settled now. This piece of Century-Old Ginseng is yours."
"The money is in hand now, and you've successfully sold me the ginseng. So, can you tell me the truth now—is this really Century-Old Ginseng?"
"You silly boy! I intended to let you have a bit of fun. But you insisted on prying to the very bottom. Fine, I'll tell you the truth. This ginseng, just as you said before, is merely three to five years old, certainly not Century-Old Ginseng."
