"What a pity for what?" Wang Hao asked anxiously.
"Young man, let me tell you, this Lingzhi mushroom is at least three hundred years old. Such an aged Lingzhi is extremely rare. As a collectible, it would fetch a higher value. It's just a shame that so much of its spore powder is missing now; it can only be used for medicinal purposes."
Peng Hailin paused to think before continuing.
"If it were intact as a collectible, it could sell for six million. For medicinal use, it's less; at most, I can offer four million—no more."
Upon hearing this, Wang Hao was dumbfounded, glaring angrily at Chen Hongying.
Although four million was not a small amount, surpassing his expectations, the fact that Chen Hongying took a bite and cost him two million, still left him feeling unbalanced.
"I told you not to eat it, a bite cost two million, why didn't your nosebleed finish you off then," Wang Hao cursed inwardly.
