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Liu Ye, Chen Laonian, and Sun the Cripple, three old hands who had spent their lives roaming the mountains, stared wide-eyed at the rope.

Lu Qingshan's figure rose again from the churning white mist.

When he finally flipped over and leaped to the top of the cliff, landing steadily, he was only covered with a little bit of damp, cold mist.

"Green Mountain..."

Mr. Liu wanted to ask something, but then thought it was impossible.

His gaze fell on Lu Qingshan's small backpack.

Did you get it?

This question, like a cat's paw, was scratching at the minds of the three veteran mountain runners.

Lu Qingshan did not give a direct answer.

"Found something interesting."

After he finished speaking, he didn't give anyone a chance to ask further questions.

"Fall back."

"Back to the factory."

The three men, including Master Liu, exchanged glances and saw a hint of awe in each other's eyes.

They silently put away the rope and followed behind the group, and no one spoke again along the way.

This young boss, Mr. Lu, is someone they can no longer see through.

……

After hurrying down the mountain to see off Master Liu and the others, Lu Qingshan returned to his room.

He carefully took out the six-leaf ginseng king, which was wrapped in layers of damp moss and oilcloth, from his backpack.

They put it in a heavy iron box, locked it, and then stuffed the iron box into the cabinet.

He then packed a bunch of things, went out, and told Xiulan a few words that he wouldn't be coming home tonight.

They then took a car back to the "Xiushan Industrial" factory area, by which time it was already getting dark.

The workers had all finished work, and in the empty factory area, only a few dim light bulbs swayed in the cold wind.

Lu Qingshan did not return to his office.

He walked directly to the most remote corner of the factory area and pointed to a brick warehouse that had long been abandoned and whose door was almost rotten.

"Scar."

"Yes, boss." Scarface Liu quickly followed.

"Clear out this warehouse."

"Empty out everything inside, don't leave a single piece of clutter."

"Then," Lu Qingshan turned his head and looked at him, his eyes devoid of any warmth, "you personally lead the men to guard the door."

"From this moment forward, no one is allowed to approach within fifty meters."

Not even a single fly will do.

A fine layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on Scarface Liu's back.

He had followed Lu Qingshan for so long, and although his boss was ruthless, he had never given such a merciless death order.

He knew that his boss was about to do something incredibly important.

Something more important and more dangerous than everything before combined.

"Yes, boss!"

Scarface Liu didn't ask any more questions. He straightened his back, turned around, and shouted sternly at his men.

"Did you all hear that? Get your weapons out the door! Anyone who dares to come within fifty meters of this warehouse tonight will be kicked out!"

A few minutes later, the dilapidated warehouse was completely emptied.

Lu Qingshan went inside alone.

With a loud "bang".

The heavy iron gate was slammed shut from the inside.

The warehouse was dimly lit.

He took the package off his back, opened the bag, and emptied its contents.

Those weren't any precious medicinal herbs; they were just some half-rotten pine roots that I casually cut down from the mountain.

These things, if left on the roadside, wouldn't even produce enough smoke to be burned as firewood.

Lu Qingshan, however, looked at the hairpins as if they were some kind of treasure, squatted down, and began to pick them out one by one.

He set up two large pots, lit a fire, and began to steam the rotten wood roots he had picked out in one of the pots.

In the other pot, he kept throwing in herbs while recalling the knowledge the herb gatherer had told him in his previous life.

Soon, a damp, rotten smell filled the warehouse.

When the rotten wood was steamed until it was soft, he began his real work.

He pulled out a small carving knife, no bigger than a palm, made of deer bone, from his pocket.

The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing.

He picked up a softened wooden root, and in his mind, every detail of the sixth-grade ginseng king that he had killed the bear with clearly appeared.

The next second, he moved his hand.

The bone knife seemed to come alive at his fingertips.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

A worthless piece of rotten wood is undergoing an incredible transformation in his hands.

The shape of the main root, the branching lateral roots, the terminal rhizome, the spiral texture on the rhizome...

He even meticulously carved out the very roots of those fine, hair-like hairs, bit by bit, with the tip of his knife.

He wasn't carving wood; he was carving the greed in people's hearts.

In this lifetime, only he knew what a sixth-rank ginseng king was like.

He planned to use this intelligence to give Yu Bo a "big gift".

An hour later, there were more than a dozen "mountain ginseng" plants of various shapes on the ground.

Lu Qingshan did not stop.

He threw all the wood carvings into another large iron pot that had been set up beforehand, which was half-filled with black liquid.

The liquid in the pot was as thick as ink and emitted an extremely strange, bitter smell, a mixture of hundreds of herbs.

As the flames licked at the pot, bubbles began to rise and gurgle.

The wood carving tumbled in the black liquid, and the originally pale yellow wood began to be stained with a deep, weathered brownish-yellow.

The musty smell of rotten wood is being completely replaced by a rich, overpowering medicinal aroma that is very similar to that of a century-old ginseng.

This is the most crucial step in the entire process.

This pot of medicine was a secret recipe he heard from an old herb gatherer in his previous life. It was a recipe he had developed through countless experiments and with real money, enough to fool 99% of "experts".

The final step is to attach the whiskers.

He took out a handful of fine, hair-like dried grass roots from a wooden box, and then used a small stick to pick up a little bit of transparent glue made from fish bladders.

He held his breath, used a pair of tweezers to pick up a grass root, dipped it in fish glue, and carefully stuck it to the root of the "mountain ginseng".

One, two, three...

This process requires a great deal of patience and keen eyesight.

Scarface Liu had been pacing back and forth outside the warehouse dozens of times.

His brothers behind him also stood with their arms crossed, leaning against the wall, looking tense and puzzled.

"Boss, what exactly is the boss doing in there?" one of the men couldn't help but ask.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!" Scarface Liu glared at him, but his heart was also in turmoil.

Just then.

"Squeak—"

The iron gate, which had been tightly closed for more than ten hours, slowly opened.

Lu Qingshan came out from inside.

His face showed signs of fatigue, but his eyes shone with an alarming brightness in the dim light.

"Boss, you..." Scarface Liu was about to speak.

Lu Qingshan simply stepped aside, making way for the doorway.

A strong, almost tangible medicinal aroma suddenly wafted out of the warehouse.

Scarface Liu stumbled from the strong aroma and instinctively glanced into the warehouse.

Just one glance.

He froze on the spot.

The once empty warehouse floor was now covered with hundreds of wild ginseng plants, neatly arranged.

Each plant is plump and full, with intact ginseng roots, and its whole body has an attractive yellowish-brown color, emitting a rich fragrance that makes people feel comfortable as soon as they smell it.

Its quality is ten times better than the prized plant locked in the glass cabinet of the county supply and marketing cooperative!

Scarface Liu's legs went weak on the spot.

He leaned against the door frame, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Boss...boss...we...we've emptied out Changbai Mountain?"

Looking at the "treasures" scattered on the ground that would drive any herbal medicine merchant crazy, Lu Qingshan's lips curled into a cold smile.

"No."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chill that went straight to the bone.

"This is the last meal prepared for Yu Bo's execution."

After saying that, he patted Scarface Liu on the shoulder, who was still in a daze, and handed him a crumpled piece of paper.

The note contained only a name and an address.

"Go find him."

"Just say you have a batch of 'good stuff' and ask him if he has the guts to take it."

Scarface Liu subconsciously opened the note.

When he saw the name on it, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Money rat.

In the county town, the most greedy, cunning, and unscrupulous underground brokers.