As for the pure wild ginseng she had dug up, Jin Qianqian couldn't bear to just sell it off like that.
Ancient Wen Heng carefully inspected the several brocade boxes laid out before him. Each one was of decent quality, and the labels indicated they were between thirty and fifty years old.
"This must have cost a lot of money, right?"
Jin Qianqian's face flushed with a hint of embarrassment. "I might have overpaid a little. I was just focused on spending the money as quickly as possible at the time. But these should all be genuine. I was afraid of getting scammed, so I went to a procurement center recognized by the local government. Just these few items cost me several million."
Such are the consequences of a woman's impulse buy. Afterward, she was kicking herself for the longest time.
Ancient Wen Heng was speechless. 'Should I comfort her, or praise her?'
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