I am the master of medicine god

Chapter 16

Shopkeeper Lin carefully tidied up the herbs on the table, looked at the sacks on the ground, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

However, he seemed to remember something, raised his head and said: "I have already notified the headquarters about the thousand-year-old ginseng. After all, it is a rare treasure, and it may take a day or two for the money to arrive. number!"

Shopkeeper Lin chuckled softly, and excitedly stretched out a finger in front of Wang Xiping to gesture.

"1000 million? It's enough!"

Wang Xiping was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, the number that was unthinkable before seems so simple now.

Hearing this, shopkeeper Lin gave him a blank look, but his tone was still a little excited: "I'm talking about 1000 million! [-] million want to buy a thousand-year-old ginseng, I'm afraid I'm dreaming!"

Wang Xiping was taken aback in an instant, he really didn't dare to think about [-] million, seeing his confused appearance, shopkeeper Lin could only explain the reasoning to him.

It turns out that the price of medicinal materials is judged by the age and potency of the medicine. Any old medicine that has been in existence for hundreds of years is sometimes not even sold as medicine, but like some treasures and works of art, the price is infinitely inflated, not to mention It is said to be ginseng that is over a thousand years old.

After nodding his head suddenly realized, Wang Xiping also looked at shopkeeper Lin and bowed respectfully. He obviously had the opportunity to lie to himself before, but he chose to tell the truth to himself. This sincerity alone is enough for him to salute.

"It is said that the heart of a businessman is the darkest, but Brother Lin, I think your heart is whiter than this white paper!"

Shopkeeper Lin stretched out his hand to support Wang Xiping, but he just smiled and said, "This is just the quality that a qualified businessman should have. In fact, I also feel very distressed. Why don't you take out a thousand-year-old medicine to try? "

The two laughed loudly, and the laughter passed through the thick door, and the employees who were familiar with shopkeeper Lin's temper looked like they had seen a ghost, and retreated to the side one after another.

After Hong Yuanxiang stayed for three or four hours, Wang Xiping drove away, but he didn't check for a while while chatting, so shopkeeper Lin saw the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in the sack, otherwise Wang Xiping would not have left when he left. Looked like he was running away.

"This brat, in addition to the thousand-year-old ginseng, there is actually a thousand-year-old blood ganoderma! No, this news cannot be released!"

Standing at the gate of his own pharmacy, Shopkeeper Lin looked angrily at Wang Xiping's leaving car. After mumbling for a while, he suddenly walked back with a strange smile on his face, which made all the shop assistants shudder.

"Oh my god, what happened to the boss today? Ever since the little brother who sells medicine came, his expression has changed drastically every time."

A clerk who was watching the counter looked at the back of shopkeeper Lin walking back to the office with a dazed expression, and asked another clerk who was in charge of dispensing medicine daily.

The clerk who was grabbing the medicine also had a confused expression on his face. He rolled his eyes and thought for a long time before suddenly whispering: "I think the boss has taken a fancy to that little brother. Doesn't the boss have a granddaughter who is so beautiful? It must be The son-in-law has been found!"

The counter clerk was shocked, and the two of them put their heads together for a moment and started guessing and gossiping.

Sitting in the car, Wang Xiping was humming an out-of-key song, thinking about the more than 1000 million in Kari, the smile on the corner of his mouth could not help but widen again.

While waiting for a red light, the mobile phone he had casually left on the passenger seat rang suddenly, and when he picked it up, it turned out to be a WeChat message from a person whose nickname was Cotton Candy, whom he had no memory of at all.

(End of this chapter)