"Ah, thank you."
Jiang Changhai didn't wait to be asked, and directly took out the box containing the ginseng and opened it, "Take a look, it was just dug up yesterday afternoon."
The younger man gingerly took the box, holding it for the older man to inspect.
"Look at the roots and whiskers of this ginseng, and its color; it must be a century-old ginseng," the older man said after completing his inspection. He took a small scale from his bag, used for weighing herbs, and measured it.
"Changhai, this ginseng's quality is very good, and it's quite old. Given its weight, its market price is about one thousand five hundred yuan. What do you think of this price, can you accept it?" the man asked very politely after inspecting the ginseng.
Jiang Changhai was aware that ginseng was valuable, but he hadn't expected such a small piece to fetch such a high price.
