Wan Xin He Sheng Auction House.
When Shen Qiang casually handed over the Blood Ganoderma wrapped in a plastic bag to the beautiful manager of Wan Xin He Sheng, Xu Nan, her eyes popped.
She was stunned for a full half a minute.
Xu Nan joyfully clutched the still damp and dirty plastic bag.
"Blood Ganoderma! It's really Blood Ganoderma!" After her excitement, Xu Nan complained to Shen Qiang with delight, "Mr. Shen, how can you treat such a precious exotic treasure so casually?"
"If something had happened along the way, wouldn't it have been a lifelong regret?"
This left Shen Qiang speechless.
What sort of thing could cause lifelong regret?
This Blood Ganoderma was just the worst kind that Shen Qiang had cultivated, and he had plenty of it; if it wasn't for the fact that this variety grew quickly and was easy to keep alive, he would have been too lazy to even plant it.
Not to put too fine a point on it.
