"Two hundred thousand," a young man in the front row was the first to raise his paddle.
"Three hundred thousand," a man in the third row followed suit, raising his paddle to bid.
"Three hundred and fifty thousand."
"Four hundred thousand!"
"Five hundred thousand!"
"Six hundred thousand!"
Clearly, everyone present was very interested in the Hundred-Year Ganoderma; the price soared to six hundred thousand in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Big Zhou, sitting across from Zhao Yang, asked, "Director Yang, how much do you think this Hundred-Year Ganoderma is worth?"
"Probably within a million," Yang Wei replied. He was actually quite clueless about medicinal herbs, otherwise he wouldn't have been duped by Li Xingmao into mistaking American ginseng for Asian ginseng without realizing it.
"Brother, what do you think?" Big Zhou asked Zhao Yang.
"It mainly depends on the demand," Zhao Yang replied with a faint smile.
