This medicine dealer, known as Old Gou, didn't have a huge backlog of Codonopsis, but he still had around seven hundred pounds of it.
However, the quality, well, left something to be desired.
He had already sliced it; the large and small pieces were mixed together.
Pan Xiaoxia opened a few bags and immediately was displeased, "Old Gou, this really won't do. What we need is over one centimeter each. Look at what you've done here—with this quality, we can't offer that price anymore."
"The roots are thick at one end and thin at the other. Once cut, it always ends up like this," Old Gou argued as he grabbed a handful.
"Old Gou, we're all in the same line of work. There's no need to make excuses," Pan Xiaoxia waved her hand to cut off Old Gou's explanation, "Drop the price by two dollars. If the customer accepts these goods, we'll mix them in. If they don't, we'll have to let it go."
