A few days later.
With the meticulous care of Dong Xuebin and Yu Meixia, the twenty Wild Ginseng roots had finally dried.
It was Friday. After getting up and having breakfast, Dong Xuebin stood by the window and inspected the Wild Ginseng. Not bad. In this semi-dried state with just a little moisture retained, he no longer had to worry about it going moldy. Then he began considering how to sell it. Selling everything would clearly be too much of a waste; he might need some in the future, whether for himself or as gifts. This stuff was high-end. So Dong Xuebin only planned to sell the best Hundred-Year Wild Ginseng and the ninety-year-old Wild Ginseng. Even if the prices of the remaining dozen or so Wild Ginseng roots were doubled together, they probably would not be worth as much as those two. The real value was in those two.
But how to sell them became a problem.
That was right. The two Hundred-Year Ginseng roots Dong Xuebin had dug up were completely unregistered products, with no factory certification, no quality certificates, and such a bizarre place of origin. If he opened by asking one million per root, who would dare buy them? Other people's Wild Ginseng was processed by legitimate factories, with boxes, certificates, serial numbers, and anti-counterfeit labels. Only then would people be willing to buy premium Wild Ginseng. His had no guarantee whatsoever.
While at work, Dong Xuebin came up with an idea as he sat in his office.
Dong Xuebin turned on his computer and searched online for legitimate Wild Ginseng processing factories. In the end, he found a fairly sizable company with dedicated sales outlets in the Capital City. He immediately called them and got in touch with the person in charge. "Hello, I have