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.

with each other, you could ask another specialist.

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

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

important to cultivators, but for treating an illness, this

five million

had no choice he had to take responsibility for his own

this hour was not possible, Frank had Jada prepare five million in

deal, Frank had someone bring in

to buy a counterfeit bill detector for insurance. And after you buy

and Mr. Quaker was not about

suggested, he promptly turned to leave to get a

an additional five hundred grand, which he slid

was beside himself with

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