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But just saying that, there's nobody here to buy Ginseng from her anyway.
"Yiran, this money must have come from your family," Mei Mengzhen said, trembling as she handed her phone to He Yiran. After confirming the amount with a glance, He Yiran nodded. "Yes, rest assured, this is the market price. You don't know how good the quality of your Ginseng is. You just gave it to us directly, but if it were at an auction house, the price could be even higher."
Hearing He Yiran say this... she still couldn't let go of her worries. There was even larger Ginseng in her space. Based on this price, it would definitely be worth more than a millennia's worth. No wonder there was so much unused in the thatched hut of her space—who on earth would dare to bring it out?
Mei Mengzhen had a minor question. "Yiran, this 300-year-old Ginseng sold for 25 million. What about a millennium-old Ginseng?"