Su Yueli nodded. Since the receptionist had no authority to appraise anything, she followed him up to a private room on the second floor.
The room was elegantly furnished, with a faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air.
On the soft couch sat a white-haired old man in gray robes with a goatee. He was the Myriad Treasures Trading House's chief appraiser.
Su Yueli stepped forward and placed the Sky-Blue Silver-Spotted Grass on the redwood table.
The old man picked it up and examined it absentmindedly, but after only one glance, his originally clouded eyes flew wide open. He yanked at his goatee and cried out, "A five-hundred-year-old Sky-Blue Silver-Spotted Grass? Its medicinal potency has been preserved so perfectly—not a trace has leaked away!"
He looked up at Su Yueli, and the contempt in his eyes instantly vanished without a trace. His expression turned grave. "Miss, this is a rare treasure. If you wish to put it up at the auction the day after tomorrow, this old man can set the starting price at three hundred Mid-Grade Spirit Stones per stalk. What do you think?"
Three hundred Mid-Grade Spirit Stones?
And that was only the starting price?
Su Yueli's lips twitched. She truly wanted to slap her thigh. Damn it!
She had suffered from being conned by Lie Yangfeng because she lacked common sense. When that fellow mentioned three hundred Mid-Grade Spirit Stones a couple of days ago, she had even thought it was quite a lot.
Looking at it now, that guy had made a killing!
But she truly did not recognize these things. She had grown up in a small mountain village, separated by an information barrier as vast as a mountain, with no way to come into contact with such knowledge.
Helplessly, she reached into her