"Hiss!" Hearing this, the pharmacists all took in a sharp breath, envy shining in their eyes.
Two years ago, Yongchun Hall sold a batch of eight-hundred-year-old Polygonum multiflorum for a million. And now, two years had passed, with prices having soared in general, plus the age of this Polygonum multiflorum being even greater, naturally, the price would be higher.
Most of their salaries were just over a thousand, which was considered quite decent in Linzhou City.
"It's just a pity, such a young person selling such precious herbs, I'm afraid they are going to be undercut to the price of cabbage by Chief Liu," lamented Teacher Zhang, shaking his head.
"Indeed, it's such a waste. If this youngster hadn't brought it to Yongchun Hall, we wouldn't have the opportunity to intercept the sale. Otherwise, I would really want to buy it and make a fortune—enough to last a lifetime!" a pharmacist sighed.
