"Today I saw a person who drove a Range Rover up to the Nanshan hill. It seems that he is very wealthy," Wang Ru said.
"Yes. Someone came with that vehicle to some buy herbs several days before," Zhang Xiuying said calmly.
"What? Buy herbs with a Range Rover? What kind of herbs?"
"Sealwort. It sold for nearly 400 thousand yuan."
"How much?" Wang Ru thought she heard wrong.
"390 thousand yuan," Zhang Xiuying raised her head and looked at the girl, "Why are you staring at me?"
"That two acres of field—390 thousand yuan?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, but why did I know nothing about it?" Wang Ru almost shouted.
"What are you shouting for? Be a lady. You have not asked us." Zhang Xiuying refuted Wang Ru with her words.
That is the reason why he could be so powerful when talking to me. He could make a fortune with just two acres of sealwort. He could earn so much more if the entire Nanshan hill was planted with sealwort!
