Chapter 26

"Moreover, this ginseng is a bit larger than a normal hundred-year-old ginseng. It's not just a hundred years old; it must be at least 130 years old." Old Chen continued to evaluate.

Old Chen carefully touched the precious hundred-year-old ginseng, his eyes shining as he muttered to himself. Lin Xiao's hearing was so sharp that he could hear a bit of what Old Chen was doing—using his hand to measure the entire length of the ginseng. He started from the top of the leaves and moved down to the roots, not missing a single part.

After a while, he looked up at Ye Ding and said, "Sigh~ If it weren't for your grandfather's problem, I would have competed with you for this ginseng. There are very few in the country that can match this one."

Lin Xiao's heart stirred, and he said to Old Chen, "Does Old Chen need ginseng? Actually, my friend gave me two ginseng roots. These two roots are from the same batch, so they are almost the same size."

This time it was Ye Ding's turn to be surprised: "Brother, are you serious? You have another one? Is that so? Hehe." He then rubbed his hands and gave a flattering smile.

Even Old Chen, who was still admiring the ginseng in his hand, looked up at Lin Xiao and said, "Is what the young man said true? Can you bring the other one for us to see?"

"Since Old Chen said that, I'll go get it first." Lin Xiao replied.

"Brother Lin, are you going home to get it? I'll have my driver take you." Ye Ding said warmly when he saw Lin Xiao preparing to go back for the ginseng.

Lin Xiao thought about it and felt it was a good idea, though a bit troublesome. Safety first, he couldn't reveal the existence of the space, so he agreed to Ye Ding's suggestion.

Sitting in Ye Ding's car, he returned to his rental apartment and used the same method to wrap the last ginseng root from the space.

The round trip took nearly an hour, which was only possible because there was no traffic.

When Lin Xiao returned to the villa, Old Chen was already drinking tea and chatting with Ye Ding. The sharp-eyed Ye Ding saw Lin Xiao return and, despite his plump body, rushed over like a young man.

Seeing Lin Xiao holding a newspaper-wrapped ginseng root of almost the same size, Ye Ding's mouth opened wide and his eyes widened. There really was another one of similar size. Has the world changed? It's hard to find a hundred-year-old ginseng, and now two have appeared at once, and they are even of the king grade.

Ye Ding pinched his arm, "Ouch~ It hurts."

It seems to be true. This Lin Xiao is not simple, Ye Ding thought to himself.

Ye Ding's grandfather was actually a general of the Republic, a founding general who participated in major historical wars. However, he is now terminally ill and can only last until the end of this year, which is why Ye Ding is in such a hurry.

Even such a family has only managed to collect one 95-year-old ginseng, indicating that the circulation of hundred-year-old ginseng has almost disappeared. Even if there are any left, they are sold in small quantities and do not reach the weight of a single root.

Seeing Lin Xiao now take out two hundred-year-old ginseng roots that are highly sought after, even Ye Ding, who has seen many things, drew a sharp breath.

Now, what is lacking in the country is high-quality herbs, not skilled traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) practitioners. Unlike in ancient times, most places have been polluted, making it impossible to grow good herbs.

Moreover, whenever a place produces high-quality, aged herbs, various high-tech methods are used to dig up the area, leading to a severe shortage of herbs.

People say TCM practitioners are frauds, but the truly powerful and influential people generally seek TCM practitioners. For TCM, not having high-quality herbs is like a gun without bullets. It's not possible to spend millions on herbs for a single treatment.

And good herbs require real money, so now skilled doctors generally serve the powerful and influential, while the less capable ones deceive the ignorant, spouting theories but with poor medical skills, thus ruining the reputation of the profession.

Getting off track, let's get back to the main topic.

Without hesitation, hundred-year-old ginseng is a good thing that can save lives in critical moments, and no one has too much of it.

Ye Ding immediately said to Lin Xiao, "Brother Lin, we are old acquaintances. Can you transfer this ginseng to me as well?" He looked at Lin Xiao with a pleading expression.

Old Chen couldn't sit still either and stepped forward, pulling Ye Ding aside and said to Lin Xiao, "Xiao Lin, is this the other one? Let me see it first. Don't mind Ye Ding, the brat. If it's the same as the other one, I'll take it."

Ye Ding, hearing Old Chen's words, felt he had no chance and went to the corner, drawing circles dejectedly.

Old Chen took the ginseng from Lin Xiao, placed it on the table, and started examining it with a magnifying glass.

Ye Ding took the opportunity to pull Lin Xiao aside: "Brother Lin, didn't you say you only had one? It would have been better to say you had two earlier. I want them all. Now, I have to share one with Old Chen. Look at me, I'm bleeding inside." Ye Ding said with a worried look, pointing to his heart.

"Um... My friend gave me two directly. I thought Brother Lin only needed one, so I didn't take out the other one."

Ye Ding pulled Lin Xiao aside and grumbled, expressing his dissatisfaction. He said that next time his friend had such high-quality herbs, he should tell him first. Lin Xiao quickly agreed.

Old Chen, who was buried in examining his ginseng, also finished and looked up at Lin Xiao, "Xiao Lin, this ginseng is really top-notch. The two are almost the same. Now, we should sit down and discuss the price."

The three of them sat down in the living room, and Lin Xiao knew that the main event of the day was about to begin.

No one spoke first, so Ye Ding took the lead: "Brother Lin's ginseng has already surpassed the ginseng king of Changbai Mountain. I won't beat around the bush. I'll give you my price directly. If Brother Lin is not satisfied, you can say so. 45 million yuan."

Lin Xiao was also shocked to see Ye Ding offer 45 million yuan. He had checked the highest record online before coming, which was only 32.6 million yuan. This price had already exceeded his expectations.

"Brother Ye, isn't that too high? In my opinion, anything over 40 million is too much." Lin Xiao replied nervously.

"No~ It's not high. You are delivering it in a time of need. Besides, the value of this ginseng itself is about that much." Ye Ding said firmly.

"Yes, I have no objections." Old Chen's final words determined the final price for the two ginseng roots.

After the price was set, Ye Ding wrote a check for Lin Xiao.

"Brother Ye, did you make a mistake with the amount on this check? It's 500,000 yuan more." Lin Xiao looked at the 50 million yuan on the check, puzzled.

"No, that's your reward. If it weren't for you contacting your friend, I would still be worrying about the ginseng." Ye Ding looked at Lin Xiao and replied.

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