At that moment, Ye Yuan's mind was completely blank.
If Wei Changshan was right,
then wouldn't his space be covered with Thousand-Year Ginseng?
As he thought about it, Ye Yuan suddenly remembered the three-hundred-year-old ginseng Fu Hongyuan had bought from him before.
If Wei Changshan was right,
then hadn't he sold a Thousand-Year Ginseng at the price of hundred-year ginseng?
No wonder that old man had been so happy and had even said he could sell Ye Yuan's ginseng on consignment.
So the old fox had realized Ye Yuan knew nothing about the trade and wanted to keep fooling him?
But Ye Yuan did not blame Fu Hongyuan over this.
After all, Fu Hongyuan had named a price, and Ye Yuan had agreed to it. In the antiques business, that was called making a bad buy.
If he did not know the value of the treasure in his own hands and someone else snagged a bargain, then he only had himself to blame.
It seemed he still had a lot to learn in the future.
Otherwise, he would look like a complete idiot in everyone else's eyes.
Thinking about it that way, becoming Elder Hua's disciple was not a loss at all.
At the very least, he would have someone to consult about traditional Chinese medicine and medicinal herbs in the future. He would no longer have to chat with Baidu at every turn like before.
And there was no guarantee that the answers from those chats would even be correct. That made Ye Yuan feel incredibly fortunate.
Then he thought of how he and Li Shiyun had planned to go into the aged-herb business before they had even figured out the most basic medicinal ingredients.
The ignorant truly feared nothing.
That was the only conclusion Ye Yuan could give