Gu Youyou asked, "So, is he really willing to spend that six thousand? Oh no, sixty taels of silver?"
Qin Changlin confirmed, "Of course, he's willing. That Fu, the wealthy patron, is the richest man in the nearby towns. I told him that this medicinal herb is hard to find and the production process is complex. I only have these few bottles left, and he won't be able to buy them again. Fu has more money than he fears death. As long as it can make him live a few more years, he's willing to spend whatever it takes!"
"Hehe, since it's a case of more money than sense, then we can't be blamed!" Gu Youyou said, beaming with delight.
Qin Changlin, who was sitting across from her, asked with a puzzled look, "Sister Youyou, there isn't something wrong with that stuff, is there?"
Why did she sound like a swindler?
