Chapter 18

"......" The appraiser frowned at Jiang Han, "So, are you selling it or not?"

"Selling!" Jiang Han nodded with a smile.

"What a strange young man." The appraiser shook his head, took a bag, counted 900 gold coins, and handed it to Jiang Han, "Count and see if it's correct."

"No need to count, I trust that an old man like you wouldn't cheat a young guy like me." Jiang Han took it and turned to leave, glancing strangely at the blushing girl before shrugging his shoulders.

Walking to the first floor, Jiang Han looked around and walked straight to a stall.

Picking up a herb casually, the system's prompt immediately sounded.

"You have obtained a 5-year-old Bronze-grade herb: Red Leaf Orchid."

Shaking his head, he put the herb down and picked up another one.

"You have obtained a 50-year-old Ungraded weed."

Jiang Han's mouth twitched. What the hell, even ungraded weeds are 50 years old, is there any justice in this world?

"Hehe, sir, your eyesight is really good. The herb you're holding is the best on my small stall. According to my many years of experience, it's at least 300 years old! Since you picked it out, 1000 gold coins, how about it?"

A slick voice sounded beside him. Jiang Han was taken aback, then his eyes twitched. He looked up and seriously examined the small stall vendor for the first time.

Skinny and dark-skinned, with beady eyes that seemed to always be gleaming with mischief.

This guy is not simple! A weed could be talked into a 300-year-old herb. Such a thick skin made Jiang Han admit his inferiority. He couldn't help but marvel at the vastness of the world and the talent that could emerge in any field!

Seeing Jiang Han looking at him strangely, the small stall vendor chuckled and said, "It seems you know your stuff. I won't deceive you. Actually, that herb is 200 years old... 800 gold coins, take it or leave it!"

Jiang Han: "..."

"500 gold coins, no less! After all, my brothers and I risked our lives to gather it..."

"..."

"...... Alright, 300 gold coins! This is the blood and sweat price, please understand our laborers..."

Jiang Han shook his head, too lazy to deal with this guy, and put the weed aside, picking up another herb... After seeing that weed, he no longer dared to call it a herb.

Seeing Jiang Han put down the weed, the small stall vendor's face fell, knowing he hadn't succeeded in fooling him. Although he wasn't an appraiser, he had been in the herb business for a long time and could roughly tell what was a real herb and what was a weed.

Seeing Jiang Han's calm expression and lack of reaction to his words, the small stall vendor knew this young man wasn't easy to fool and didn't want to embarrass himself further, so he watched Jiang Han pick and choose.

"You have obtained a 19-year-old Ungraded weed."

"You have obtained a 122-year-old Ungraded weed."

"You have obtained a 37-year-old Bronze-grade herb: Needle Leaf Flower."

"You have obtained..."

Jiang Han picked up dozens of herbs, most of which were weeds or Bronze-grade herbs less than 50 years old. At first, he pretended to examine them carefully, but eventually, he just picked them up and put them down, too lazy to waste time.

The small stall vendor watched Jiang Han's actions get faster and faster, his face gradually showing suspicion. He wondered if Jiang Han really knew herbs... Even an appraiser couldn't tell just by picking them up, right?

Jiang Han was getting impatient. There were too many weeds on this stall. Out of dozens, more than half were weeds!

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Han activated the Ice Soul Technique to calm his烦躁的心情, knowing he had to stay calm to search through all the stalls.

"You have obtained a 125-year-old Bronze-grade herb: Sunflower."

"..." Jiang Han almost cried with joy. This was such an exciting moment, finally a Bronze-grade herb over 100 years old!

Though excited, he remained calm, just remembering the herb's appearance and putting it back.

The small stall vendor saw a flash of excitement in Jiang Han's eyes and was delighted, thinking he had finally found something he liked. But to his dismay, Jiang Han put it back almost immediately.

After searching through a pile of herbs, Jiang Han found only two that were over 100 years old.

"The stuff you have is too bad." Jiang Han said with a helpless expression, "Only this one looks decent, give me a price."

The small stall vendor glanced at the herb in Jiang Han's hand and immediately smiled, "Your eyesight is good. The herb you're holding is at least 200 years old... 400 gold coins, no more!"

Without a word, Jiang Han put the herb down and turned to leave, making the stall vendor panic. "The price is negotiable, 300 gold coins... 200, no, 100 gold coins! Really can't go lower!"

Jiang Han turned his head and said coldly, "Are you taking advantage of my youth and ignorance? That herb is at most a 20-year-old first-grade herb. 30 gold coins, take it or leave it!"

The small stall vendor was stunned. He could roughly guess the herb's age, which was indeed around 20 years, but he didn't expect Jiang Han to know.

"30 gold coins... a bit too little, 50 gold coins, not much, take it if you want!" The small stall vendor looked miserable, knowing he had met an expert.

Jiang Han pondered for a moment, seeming hesitant, and finally nodded reluctantly, "Since you're doing business, I'll give you 60 gold coins and take two more."

Saying this, Jiang Han casually picked up the two herbs he had noticed earlier.

The small stall vendor quickly glanced at the two herbs Jiang Han took. They were very ordinary, just weeds to him, and he was secretly delighted, though his face showed disappointment and difficulty.

"Alright, I'll take a loss. Those two herbs are a gift to you!"

Jiang Han subtly smirked, his face unchanged, but he was overjoyed inside.

"Ha ha ha, 60 gold coins for two 100-year-old herbs and one 20-year-old herb. Heaven and earth, you finally favor me!"

Shouting in his heart, his face remained calm. Jiang Han handed over 60 gold coins to the small stall vendor and turned to the other stalls, ignoring his complaints.

Next, Jiang Han used the same method to go through all the stalls, spending over 800 gold coins to get 18 herbs over 100 years old.

Of course, not everyone was so easy to fool. Some stall vendors noticed that the herbs Jiang Han took were not junk and charged more gold coins.

Jiang Han was in a great mood. 18 100-year-old Bronze-grade herbs were enough to exchange for 1800 Dream Coins, a significant income! Plus the herbs under 50 years old, he could get over 2000 Dream Coins in total!

Jiang Han scanned the first floor and found only one stall left.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man who looked quite honest. With no customers, he was dozing off.

"Hey, hey, business is here, wake up or I'll leave!" Jiang Han knocked on his stall and shouted.

"Ah? Business? Where?" The middle-aged man woke up suddenly, looked around hurriedly, and saw the other stall vendors busy with their own affairs. He looked at Jiang Han dumbly, "Where's the business?"

"Ah, choke!" Jiang Han almost choked on his own saliva, finally understanding why this stall had no customers.

If the stall vendor is sleeping, who would come to buy? Moreover, this guy seemed a bit slow.

"I mean, I want to do business with you!" Jiang Han said, trying to suppress his laughter.

"Ah? You want to do business with me?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then his face changed, becoming serious, "Please look, which herbs catch your eye? I guarantee my herbs are all good and at the lowest price! Also, no bargaining!"

This time, it was Jiang Han's turn to be stunned. This middle-aged man didn't seem slow at all; he was quite shrewd.

However, his words were a bit harsh, likely driving away most people who wanted to look at the herbs.

"I'll take a look first."

Jiang Han smiled and picked up a herb casually, immediately pausing.

"You have obtained a 79-year-old Bronze-grade herb: Shi Lan Grass."

"The first one is a herb?" Jiang Han was surprised, but it was only 79 years old, not what he wanted.

Just as he was about to put it down, the middle-aged man suddenly spoke, his not-so-loud voice like a thunderclap in Jiang Han's ear, making him look up in shock.

"The herb you're holding is a first-grade Shi Lan Grass, about 80 years old, priced at 200 gold coins."

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