"No, it's not about money," Zhang Wenbo said on the phone, his voice earnest. "An old friend called me just now and told me they want to hold a forum in the provincial capital. It'll feature some greats from traditional Chinese medicine, not just from our province but other regions as well. To liven up the proceedings, one of them has offered up a Polygonum multiflorum root that he has treasured for many years. As for his intentions, it's still unclear. But this root of Polygonum multiflorum is said to be one hundred and fifty years old."
Zhang Xiaobei listened in confusion, having no idea why Zhang Wenbo was telling him all this.
"Zhang Wenbo, what do you mean? I didn't understand you," Zhang Xiaobei said honestly, asking him bluntly.
