Chen Jing followed the scent through the crowd and saw a stalk of snow ginseng displayed on the counter in a gold-and-jade case, its entire body crystalline and translucent.
Chen Jing had ample experience consuming treasures of heaven and earth.
One whiff of that rich fragrance told him this snow ginseng was probably close to a hundred years old.
He checked the price: eight thousand taels.
It was fairly reasonable, so while the others were still hesitating, Chen Jing paid outright.
Eight thousand taels secured him the snow ginseng.
Such a generous customer immediately drew the Goldsource Firm's attention. A middle-aged man wearing a bull-head mask eagerly approached him.
"Is there anything else you need, honored guest? I can show you around."
Chen Jing said:
"Do you have any more treasures of heaven and earth like this?"
The middle-aged man's smile grew even more solicitous.
"Yes, yes, we do."
"Please follow me."
Chen Jing followed him and examined several more precious medicines.
He spent another five thousand taels on a stalk of ganoderma.
The rest all strengthened blood and qi. Chen Jing had plenty of Blood-Qi Pills now, so there was no need to buy them.
He saw none that nourished the mind, which showed just how scarce they were.
Chen Jing now had only a few thousand taels left.
In less than a month, he had gone from a wealthy man with a hundred thousand taels back to poverty.
Money really was never enough.
The Goldsource Firm, however, had filled its pots and bowls to the brim. Beaming, the middle-aged man rubbed his hands like a fly and asked what else Chen Jing needed.
Chen Jing felt he had laid enough groundwork.
It was time to unroll the map and reveal the dagger.
"Do you sell Western Rong slaves