Knowing that Qin Xi needed a large amount of herbs, the shop owner was immediately alerted.
The owner was a middle-aged man named Du Fengyu. He was not as good-looking as Mr. Qin, but he had a refined aura. "Are you sure you want so much? Also, it's really not easy to find 100-year-old ginseng and Taisui these days. If you really want them, I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a long time."
Qin Xi thought for a moment and nodded. "Sure. Once you have the goods, please contact me in time."
Du Fengyu smiled. "That's for me. I wonder if it's convenient for you to tell me why you want so many herbs?"
Mr. Qin lied through his teeth. "Well, I've been obsessed with Chinese medicine recently and decided to change my profession to see if I'm talented."
The corners of Qin Xi's mouth twitched.