When Chen Hongjun looked his way, Li Long sensed trouble. His body might have been young, but his mindset was actually quite old. He had little interest in competing or showing off. Quietly making a fortune was what he really wanted.
But whether Chen Hongjun was fed up with the man's pestering or considered Li Long one of his own and wanted to help him make a name for himself, he still pointed at the bag in Li Long's hand and asked, despite having seen the signal in his eyes:
"Comrade Xiao Li, you've got fritillaria in there too, haven't you?"
"Yes." Since Chen Hongjun had already spoken, Li Long knew he couldn't get out of it, so he simply admitted it openly. "I got some in the mountains a few days ago. It dried out over the last couple of days, so I brought it over."
"Then open it up and let this fellow have a look at your fritillaria."
Li Long had sold fritillaria several times the previous year. In fact, he had sold quite a few things here besides fritillaria, and Chen Hongjun had inspected everything that passed through his hands. He understood Li Long's approach: whenever he brought something in to sell, it was clean. Except for things like deer antlers, whose natural quality couldn't be changed, he cleaned up most of his goods as much as possible. At the very least, they looked good.
He turned back to the man and said:
"This young fellow has sold me fritillaria before. Take a look at his, and you'll see I'm not just finding fault with yours."
Li Long opened the bag, and the medicinal scent of fritillaria wafted out. The man had some inkling of what Chen Hongjun intended and leaned over to look.
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