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.

other, you could ask another specialist. Still,

flinched in surprise and hurried to Frank's side, whispering into his ear, "Sir, you have to think this through. At that

said nothing he was well aware, but the problem here was that the Bright Sky Herb was exceedingly hard to find. Who knew when he would come across another if he missed out on this

was more important to cultivators, but for

five million

choice he had to take responsibility for his own

and wire transfer at this hour was

Quaker agreed to the deal, Frank had someone bring in the money and

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

a huge sum, and Mr. Quaker was not about

to leave to get

grand, which he

was beside himself

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