C25 I Won't Sell

Hearing the surrounding people's discussion, Xu Zhe didn't say anything. He was just a bit lucky. Like a fish swimming in the spring, he pushed his way to the front. Reading ten thousand books was inferior to walking ten thousand miles. To be able to personally witness the legendary Flesh Lingzhi, he did not want to miss this opportunity.

He saw a few white-haired old men squatting in front of the stall, completely disregarding the scorching sun, attentively examining the pile of meat lingzhi.

Strangely, there was a boiling stove beside them. This caused the temperature to rise yet again.

After a while, the water started boiling, and a few old men carefully cut off a small piece of it and threw it into the boiling water.

What was surprising was that the white meat quickly dissolved in the boiling water, leaving not even a single residue behind.

After tossing and turning for twenty to thirty minutes, Old Qin, who was in the middle, stood up and said to the stall owner, who had not spoken for a long time: "Our Benevolent Virtue Hall has been passed on for a hundred years. With good faith, you are called a meat ball of Lingzhi, and one of the highest quality ones, White Lingzhi."

The moment he said those words, a wave of shocked exclamations rose up.

"F * ck! Grand Preceptor Bai! Heavens, I really want to remember the auction in East China Sea where he spent 1.2 million yuan. How about 1.5 million yuan?"

"It is said that he can grow up even after he is circumcised. This sort of supreme elder is simply a golden doll."

"This Medicine Master is really going to make a fortune." The crowd was filled with sounds of envy.

Compared to Old Man Qin's magnanimity, the other old men were not as happy. They had wanted to push the price down, but they did not expect Old Man Qin to directly say the value of Bai Taisui. This greatly exceeded their expectations. That small thought of theirs turned into a bubble.

"Sigh, this time, I won't be able to take it down unless it's a million or so." they thought.

One of the old men stood up and said with a smile, "Boss, this White Taisui is a rare and priceless treasure. I will offer one million for it. What do you think?"

Hearing the astronomical figure of one million, Xu Zhe and Lin Chun gasped and thought to themselves, "This meat is way too valuable."

"The Hall of Virtue offers one million and two hundred thousand." Old Qin said.

"The thing that we, the Hall of Mercy, lack the most is money. My Hall of Mercy bids 1.7 million." One of the old men raised the price by half a million, showing his determination.

As the price got higher and higher, a few large herb merchants started bidding, all of them with the intent to win. After all, this piece of White Taisui was not only a top quality medicine for treating cancer, but also a living signboard. Just like An Gong Niu Huangwan, it used the natural bezoar as a gimmick and was sold at sky-high prices. The aged Niuhuang pills were sold for sixty thousand yuan per pill on the black market. White Taisui could do the same as well.

Looking at the group climbing higher and higher, the surrounding crowd all revealed looks of envy. He was looking forward to witnessing a sky-high transaction.

Standing at the back of the booth was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He had a simple and honest appearance. His skin was dark and rough. He wore a straw hat, and his sleeves were rolled up. His gaunt face was covered with wrinkles that were like ravines or ruts.

Hearing the price increase, he wasn't happy at all. Instead, he was very calm. "I don't want to sell this White Taisui." "No," he said.

Not selling?

The crowd that was watching the show immediately became angry: if you're not selling it, then why did you take it out? Are you trying to make us play?