Zhao Shanren's gaze was intense as he looked at him, "Then can you tell me to whom you're giving it?"
He had already made up his mind; after the gift was given to that person, he would try to buy it privately from them, and perhaps he wouldn't even need to spend three billion.
Young Master Zhang glanced at her with a smile and said, "Telling you won't hurt. That person's fame far surpasses yours!"
Zhao Shanren's eyes were fixed on him, "Is he also a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine?"
Young Master Zhang immediately nodded, without any hesitation, "Exactly!"
Zhao Shanren sneered, "How is that possible? In the field of traditional Chinese medicine in Haidong City, I consider myself second to none, and no one dares to claim the first place!"
Young Master Zhang looked at him indifferently and spoke, "This is Haidong City, but if you consider our entire province, or even all of South China, would you still dare say such a thing?"
