The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

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.

you could ask another specialist. Still, I will make it worth your while-five million for the herb. How about

whispering into his ear, "Sir, you have to think this through. At that grade, that herb

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

more important to cultivators, but for treating an illness, this was actually

million it

no choice he had to

and wire transfer at this hour was not possible, Frank had Jada prepare

someone bring in the

of faith, you can go ahead to buy a counterfeit bill detector for insurance. And after you buy it, send me the

Mr. Quaker was not

he promptly turned to leave to

five hundred grand, which he slid to Zangi "It's all thanks to your help. How

was beside

get at least two hundred grand from this deal only for Frank to offer five hundred grand! The