My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

"What...what is this taste?"

"My goodness, just smelling this makes my old, rheumatic legs feel so much better!"

"Compared to this, that was like rotten mud in a stinking ditch!"

The crowd below the stage instantly stirred, with everyone craning their necks, desperately trying to see what was inside the box.

The old experts who had just tried to dissuade Lu Qingshan were now like iron filings drawn to a magnet, frantically crowding around him, their eyes gleaming with a complex mix of infatuation, fanaticism, and awe.

Mr. Zhou, who had been scammed before, was the first to squeeze to the front.

His lips trembled, his eyes were fixed on the ginseng in the wooden box, and he stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

"Oh...Oh God..."

What an amazing ginseng!

The ginseng has a strong and powerful body, and presents a deep, yellowish-brown color that has been mellowed by the passage of time. Its shape is very similar to an emperor sitting cross-legged with a dignified and elegant demeanor!

The reed head is tightly packed, segment by segment, like a miniature pagoda, clearly recording the long years it has endured underground.

The roots are like the whiskers of a dragon in mythology, each one distinct, supple and glossy, each exuding an extraordinary spiritual energy that can be seen with the naked eye!

"Old Zhou! Old Zhou! Say something! What... what kind of arrangement is this?"

An expert standing nearby, sweating profusely, nudged him.

Master Zhou suddenly came to his senses. He reached out his hand with trembling hands, but then stopped abruptly half an inch away from the wooden box, as if afraid that his breath would desecrate this spiritual object created by heaven and earth.

He pointed at the reed head, his voice hoarse, as if he were roaring with all his might.

"Look! Look at this reed bowl! Do you see all these rings of bumps on it? In the trade, that's called 'goose-neck reed'! It grows one ring a year, weathering wind and rain, never growing more or less!"

He excitedly turned to the crowd and explained:

"Count them yourselves! How many rings are there, densely packed together? It's more accurate than counting tree rings! This thing can't be faked! Who has the ability to carve it year by year?"

"And this skin! Look at the color, yellowish-brown, what they call 'tight skin' in the trade! It's as tender and firm as a child's skin! And look at the patterns on it, ring after ring, like ancient copper coins, that's called 'iron wire pattern'!"

"This...this is damn good! It's at least an eighty-year-old ginseng king!"

Master Zhou's last words were almost shouted.

His voice was choked with sobs, half from excitement and half from shame at his own shallowness.

Based solely on this aroma, the difference in quality is already clear!

Not to mention its work-like appearance, which is worlds apart from the "industrial waste" plant with a broken thread just now!

Everyone present was deeply moved by the immense awe evoked by this ginseng king.

Wei Biao's face had long since lost all color. He stood there blankly, his mouth half-open, as if he had been hit in the face with an invisible punch, his mind buzzing.

Really...

He actually produced a near-king ginseng!

How is this possible? How could a country bumpkin from a small town possess such a treasure?!

This stuff, let alone tens of thousands of yuan, is worth hundreds of thousands of yuan to those who truly need it! It's a life-saving herb!

Guo Haipeng felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh without him feeling anything.

He thought Lu Qingshan just wanted to bring out some good stuff to turn the tide, but he never expected that Lu Qingshan would drop a bombshell!

Just when everyone thought that Lu Qingshan would then give a detailed account of the origin of this ginseng king, or auction it off on the spot and offer an astonishingly high price to severely humiliate Wei Biao,

Lu Qingshan simply glanced at everyone calmly.

Then, amidst everyone's astonished, confused, and shocked gazes, he slowly put the lid of the rosewood box back on.

"Clatter".

A soft sound brought everyone back to their senses.

"Hey! Wait! Young man! Let us take another look!"

"Yes, Mr. Lu! This treasure... how much are you planning to sell it for? Name your price!"

The experts on the stage were so anxious they were jumping up and down.

Lu Qingshan ignored him.

He held the wooden box, neither returning to his seat nor paying attention to the experts on the stage who were completely absorbed in their work.

He turned around, strode forward, and walked straight to the main seat in the banquet hall, where Qian Shouyi, the deputy general manager of the provincial pharmaceutical company, sat with a furrowed brow and a serious expression.

All eyes in the room followed his every step.

"What...what is he going to do?"

"Is he crazy? He wouldn't be thinking of..."

Wei Biao stood there, his face alternating between pale and flushed. He couldn't understand what this kid was up to. Did he intend to sell the ginseng to Boss Qian in public?

Guo Haipeng clenched his fists nervously. He suddenly had an extremely bold guess, a guess that made his scalp tingle!

In the deathly silence of the entire room, Lu Qingshan walked to Qian Shouyi's table.

Qian Shouyi, sitting in the main seat, was completely stunned.

He looked at the young man before him, at the priceless wooden box in his hand, and then at Lu Qingshan's calm, unwavering eyes, which seemed to hold a vast ocean of stars.

What does he want to do?

Offering me a bribe in public?

Is he really that stupid? Or... does he have a bigger scheme?

Just as Qian Shouyi was thinking rapidly, Lu Qingshan bowed slightly to this important figure in the provincial capital's medicinal herb industry, and then solemnly handed over the heavy wooden box with both hands.

"Mr. Qian."

His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, yet it clearly resonated throughout every corner of the banquet hall.

"I am Lu Qingshan, a junior from Xiushan Industrial Group. We are new to the provincial capital and have little foundation. We are facing many difficulties."

"This ginseng is a small gift from me, a junior, to you, senior."

"It's my pleasure."

boom!

If that ginseng king was a bomb...

Lu Qingshan's words were like an atomic bomb that detonated the entire scene!

The entire banquet hall erupted in chaos!

"You...you gave it to them?!"

"Did I hear that right? This priceless, near-king-like ginseng, he said... he gave it to you as a gift?!"

"Is this young man crazy or stupid? This is a treasure that could be exchanged for a house!"

"This is insane! It must be insane! This is terrifying!"

Lin Xiulan sat in the corner, her hands tightly covering her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

She knew her husband was going to do something big, but she never expected it to be such an earth-shattering undertaking!

At that moment, she suddenly understood the significance of all the groundwork her husband had laid before!

This was not an impulsive act; it was a long-planned, thunderous strike!

Qian Shouyi, who was in the main seat, was also completely stunned by Lu Qingshan's move.