Like ginseng roots, the value of the Bright Sky Herb was directly proportional to the percentage it was intact.

And as the root hairs were basically where the medicinal essence was concentrated, one less meant a major loss in medicinal effect, and with it, its grade.

Nonetheless, Mr. Quaker was smiling smugly. "I won't lie they were affecting its aesthetic, so I trimmed it off!"

Frank was unsure if he should laugh or cry.

So he recognized the Bright Sky Herb but remained an amateur.

Trimming off those root hairs? Talk about being dumb!

Frank pointed at Zangi. "Why don't you ask him what happens if you trim the root hairs?"

Zangi scowled. "Mr. Quaker, it's the root hairs that decide the herb's value. You're just throwing away money."

Mr. Quaker frowned, clearly not expecting that.

each other, you could ask another

whispering into his ear, "Sir, you have to think this through. At that grade, that herb isn't even

nothing he was well aware, but the problem here was that the Bright Sky Herb was exceedingly

value was more important to cultivators,

five million

Quaker sighed in exasperation, but he had no choice he

at this hour was not

Mr. Quaker agreed to the deal, Frank had someone bring in the money and put everything

a counterfeit bill detector for insurance. And after you buy

Quaker was

he promptly turned to leave to get a

he slid to Zangi "It's all thanks to your help. How does

beside

determined to get at least two hundred grand from this deal only for Frank to offer five hundred grand! The man was really as rich as he

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