Watching Shen Qiang's beaming eyes, Xu Nan also felt very good.
After the old man had cleaned the stone table spotlessly, he looked at Shen Qiang and bowed: "Thank you, fellow Daoist."
Shen Qiang smiled and said, "No need to thank me, it's just a transaction."
The old man quickly shook his head, and said solemnly, "About the Blood Ganoderma from the previous auction, I've handled it as well. I'm very clear about the preciousness of the Thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma. Without any exaggeration, if ordinary Blood Ganoderma can still be measured in money, then this Thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma is a priceless treasure beyond monetary measure."
These words made Shen Qiang smile.
Actually, whether it was ordinary Blood Ganoderma, Thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma, or even Ten-thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma, to Shen Qiang, they were no different from the fresh mushrooms in the market.
After all, his plantation downstairs was full of these things.
