"Please package all of this for . Thank you for your trouble," Chen Zheng said.
"You’re too kind, sir. It’s our job," the clerk replied with a smile, noting down the dicinal herbs Chen Zheng required.
Just then, Li Weiqiang and Zhao Xue’er walked over, glancing at the list the clerk had just written.
"Twenty-five-year-old ginseng, and you’re only getting five grams?" Zhao Xue’er’s face filled with mockery. "Haha! I heard you’re worth millions now. Is that all you’re spending? What good is twenty-five-year-old ginseng? Are you going to take it ho and make soup for your dog?"
Chen Zheng ignored her taunts. His philosophy on shopping was simple: need drives the purchase, and money buys satisfaction.
However, when Chen Zheng didn’t respond, Zhao Xue’er mistook his silence for cowardice and pressed her advantage.
"Did you know, Chen Zheng?" she began, her tone dripping with triumph. "What a coincidence. Tomorrow is Weiqiang’s grandfather’s seventieth birthday, and we’re also here to buy so ginseng."
She continued, "Perhaps you’re not aware, but the value of ginseng increases with its age, improving in efficacy each year. Weiqiang ca here specifically to find the hundred-year-old wild ginseng known as the ’Treasure of the Store.’ Every gram is worth up to 170,000!"
Her tone was thick with ridicule as she shot Chen Zheng a sideways glance. "I must say, this ’Treasure of the Store’ is truly extraordinary. At 170,000 per gram, ten grams would cost almost two million! Chen Zheng, that’s most of your entire net worth. How would a poor fool like you ever understand the lives of the wealthy?"
At these words, Chen Zheng couldn’t help but frown. It wasn’t because of Zhao Xue’er’s mockery, but because the system’s notification suddenly rang in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for successfully triggering a selection task.]
[Option 1: Purchase the hundred-year-old wild ginseng. Reward: Tenfold Critical Hit Point Rebate.]
[Option 2: Continue with your original plan. Reward: Air.]
Chen Zheng’s brows furrowed slightly. Catching his eye, Zhao Xue’er saw a sly smile flicker in their depths.
"Hey, Chen Zheng, what’s with that expression?" she asked deliberately. "Don’t tell you’ve also been captivated by the charm of the hundred-year-old wild ginseng?"
Li Weiqiang also added fuel to the fire. "Hmph, Chen Zheng, you’re not actually going to be that extravagant, are you?" His words were filled with disdain.
However, Chen Zheng ignored them and said directly to the clerk beside him, "I’d like to see your ’Treasure of the Store’."
"No problem, sir!" The clerk smiled and nodded, leading Chen Zheng forward.
Li Weiqiang and Zhao Xue’er exchanged a look, their eyes gleaming with a sense of victory.
"My, my, Chen Zheng. What a big man you are, really going to buy the ’King of Ginseng’," Zhao Xue’er said, her bell-like laughter echoing as she followed closely behind him.
Li Weiqiang also trailed after them, his gaze filled with even more scorn.
They arrived at the counter, where the clerk brought over a sealed, transparent box. Inside was a golden-yellow wild ginseng, its form reminiscent of an old tree root that had grown deep underground. Like a gemstone, its value lay not in its size but in its intrinsic rarity and preciousness.
Ginseng, an ancient herb, grows more potent and valuable with the passage of ti. Very few people could afford to purchase an entire root at once. Consequently, such precious ginseng was almost always sold by the gram.
Although so of Yun City dicinal Herb World’s hundred-year-old wild ginseng had already been sold, about one hundred and fifty grams still remained. It was a weight—and a value—that was impossible to ignore.
"Sir, please take a look. This is our ’Treasure of the Store’, the hundred-year-old wild mountain ginseng. We currently have one hundred and fifty grams left," the clerk introduced.
"So, Chen Zheng, how many grams are you buying?" Zhao Xue’er and Li Weiqiang asked in unison. "Just five grams? That’s only 850,000. Or are you going to spring for ten?"
Chen Zheng glanced at the two of them before declaring, "One hundred and fifty grams. It’s a little less than I’d like, but I’ll take all of it!"
Li Weiqiang and Zhao Xue’er were stunned. Such expensive ginseng? Is he really buying it all? The entire root was worth over twenty million!
The clerk was also shocked, but he recovered quickly. "S-Sir... Are you sure you’re not joking? You really want all of it?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
"That’s right. I’ll take all of it," Chen Zheng confird with a slight nod, casually handing over his bank card. His intention was crystal clear: swipe it.
"Excellent, sir! I’ll draw up the bill for you imdiately!" The clerk’s eyes lit up. A sale of over twenty million! The commission he would earn from this transaction would be imnse—so much so that it was hard to even calculate. He quickly pulled out an invoice and began filling it out with a flourish.
Just then, Li Weiqiang and Zhao Xue’er finally snapped out of their stupor.
Zhao Xue’er said coldly, "Hey, aren’t you worried he can’t afford it? Over twenty million is no small sum!"
Li Weiqiang chid in, "Exactly! You’re being irresponsible. For a transaction this big, shouldn’t you check if he even has the money first?"
The clerk’s hand paused, and he hesitated. Li Weiqiang and Zhao Xue’er had a point, but doing so would be disrespectful to the custor.
Chen Zheng glanced at the couple and said flatly, "Just swipe the card."
"Of course, sir!" The clerk shot Chen Zheng a grateful glance and quickly took out the card machine to begin the transaction.
Zhao Xue’er stared at Chen Zheng. "You’re so calm. Does that card really have over twenty million in it? Are you hiding so secret stash of cash, afraid we’ll find out?"
Li Weiqiang interjected, "Chen Zheng, stop putting on a brave face. If you really had that kind of money, it must belong to President Wei. You keep pretending to be a big shot, and when he gets angry and kicks you to the curb, you’ll be a real laughingstock."
Just then, the card machine let out a sharp BEEP, and a small receipt printed out.
"Honored sir, your signature, please!" The clerk swiftly handed Chen Zheng the receipt and a pen.
He calmly took the pen, set his phone on the counter, and briskly signed his na.
Li Weiqiang and Zhao Xue’er stared, dumbfounded. Their hearts hamred in their chests at the shocking number: 22,500,000!
But the shock quickly gave way to cold smirks. Spending soone else’s money so freely... his downfall can’t be far off.
At that mont, however, Chen Zheng’s phone screen lit up, catching both of their eyes.
A transaction alert was displayed on the screen, and right below it, shining brightly, was the account balance.
"...One billion... Two billion!"
Li Weiqiang was aghast. Could this be real?
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