Gu Jiajie listened to the other person’s question and looked at his cousin beside him.
Gu Jin maintained a calm expression: "I do have a few in my hand. I wonder how many you can handle?"
She walked over to her cousin and took the suitcase from his hand.
Qiu Qianghai heard her words, exhaled the smoke from his mouth, and looked at Gu Jin with keen interest.
His attitude was laid-back: "Then I’d need to see the appearance of the ginseng first."
"Sure."
Gu Jin glanced around the room and walked over to the long table nearby with the black suitcase.
With her back to everyone, she placed the suitcase on the table. When opening it, she took out three wild ginseng roots from her space, all of which were quite large.
Underneath the ginseng were clothes in transparent plastic bags, which were bought for the little wolf cub and her cousin.
The three ginseng roots were neatly placed on top of the plastic bags.
Gu Jin turned to the people sitting on the sofa and said, "Why don’t you come over and take a look yourself?"
When she turned around, Qiu Qianghai had already seen the wild ginseng inside the suitcase, the ginseng roots even extending outside the case.
His previously laid-back expression became serious, and he got up and walked forward in big strides.
Liu Quan, Gu Jiajie, and others also gathered around.
Walking closer, Qiu Qianghai saw the three wild ginseng roots in the suitcase and couldn’t help but gasp.
He handed the cigarette in his hand to a tall, strong man who came up with him, reached out, and took the largest wild ginseng root in his hand.
"Whoa! This ginseng must be over a hundred years old!"
Gu Jin stood silently by the side, unsure of the exact age either.
However, she was sure it was very old, and even if it wasn’t over a hundred years, it was at least eighty to a hundred years.
Qiu Qianghai placed the ginseng in his hand on the table and looked at the remaining two ginseng roots in the suitcase.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, he straightened up and looked at Gu Jin standing beside him: "How much are you looking to sell them for?"
The question seemed pointless.
Gu Jin slightly raised her eyebrows, playing Tai Chi with him: "How much are you willing to pay?"
Qiu Qianghai lowered his gaze, staring at the two wild ginseng roots on the table: "I can offer sixty thousand."
Liu Quan and Gu Jiajie, standing beside them, changed their expressions upon hearing this number.
Everyone knew they were standing there today to sell the ginseng for a good price, but they never expected it to reach a sky-high price of sixty thousand.
Gu Jin had a faint smile at the corner of her lips. She picked up the smallest of the three wild ginseng roots from the table: "I can sell you this one for sixty thousand."
Qiu Qianghai looked at the ginseng in her hand and showed a wry smile: "I meant sixty thousand for all three."
"I know, and I’m saying sixty thousand can only buy you this one."
Though Gu Jin wasn’t very knowledgeable about ginseng, she understood that in the future, centennial ginseng could be auctioned for over five million.
The price in the future was thirty times that of today.
The largest wild ginseng she had could sell for at least over a hundred thousand, yet the person in front of her wanted three for sixty thousand. It was truly trying to bamboozle a fool.
Qiu Qianghai rubbed his fingers, his expression untroubled. He asked, "Then how much do you want to sell them for?"
Gu Jin curled her lips: "The way you ask, if I knew how much they could sell for, I wouldn’t be standing here. Since fate had us meet, if you’re sincerely making this deal, offer a solid price.
To be honest, I have quite a few wild ginsengs like this on hand, and we have plenty of opportunities to collaborate in the future."
These words sparked a strong interest in Qiu Qianghai.
He pointed to the three ginseng roots on the table: "Do you have more of this type and age?"