Seeing them all sporting black rings of smoke under their eyes, it was clear they had spent the whole night sorting everything out. After all, they had gathered too many types of medicinal herbs, and the quality was uneven. Besides Che Xiang, who was slightly better, Huayue and Zirong didn’t have much experience in this area, so sorting was still quite laborious.
"Let’s go have a look," Mu Hanyan said excitedly.
Mu Nan had been looking forward to seeing Mu Hanyan impressively demonstrate his divine power and teach Qu Shanling a lesson. He had no particular interest in those medicinal herbs, but seeing Mu Hanyan in good spirits, he could only temporarily suppress his curiosity and stood up to follow.
"Weren’t you just talking about showing off some remarkable technique to make Nanmu Auction famous overnight? Why are you suddenly interested in medicinal herbs? Could it be that all your previous talk was just empty bragging?" Qu Shanling taunted with a mocking tone.
As a seasoned God-man, Old Sir Qu had his moments of overexaggeration and occasionally had his bluffs called out. He had no choice but to employ diversionary tactics, blustering out of tricky situations, a strategy alarmingly similar to what Mu Hanyan was doing now. So, of course, he thought that Mu Hanyan had also had his bluff called and was looking for an excuse to escape.
"Senior Qu is thinking too much. These medicinal herbs are exactly related to what I was talking about. Why don’t you come and take a look too?" Mu Hanyan replied with a slight smile, brimming with confidence.
"Then I’ll come and see for myself," Qu Shanling said without hesitation.
He had previously seen the potential in Nanmu Auction and had not hesitated to exert his God-man persona, demanding a lion’s share of five percent from the auction. Given Nan Mu’s attitude, even if he couldn’t get five percent, he expected to gain some advantage. Little did he know that Nan Hanyan (as Mu Nan had only referred to Mu Hanyan as Brother Han Yan, it was natural for Qu to think his name was Nan Hanyan) would meddle and ruin his plan, which made him detest Nan Hanyan immensely.
Now, he was seizing the opportunity to mock Nan Hanyan’s grandiose claims relentlessly, eager to severely dent his pride and vent his frustrations.
Hearing what Mu Hanyan said, Mu Nan also became curious. Many of the medicinal herbs were personally collected by him; while some were fine, the majority were too damaged to fetch a fair price. How could they possibly enhance Nanmu Auction’s reputation? What exactly was Brother Han Yan planning to sell with these herbs?
Soon, the group arrived at a small courtyard next door.
The yard was lined with over a dozen wooden racks, with various types of medicinal herbs neatly sorted and placed upon them, just waiting to be air-dried and ready for storage.
It was apparent that Huayue and the others had been very dedicated, labeling every type of herb with its name and age. Although these herbs had only taken a month or so to mature because of the influence of the Dragon Blood Stone, they were equivalent to the growth period of several decades, even centuries, of the same species elsewhere.
Apart from the names and ages, they had also classified different grades, as some were intact while others were with broken roots and stems. Now that the grades were clearly differentiated, it would be more convenient to sell them later.
"Not bad at all; even I couldn’t have done it this well," Mu Hanyan couldn’t help but praise, very satisfied with Che Xiang’s performance. Zirong and Huayue could do such meticulous work as well, but their understanding of medicinal herbs was limited and they were focused on cultivation, so they wouldn’t be as dedicated in this regard. The credit primarily went to Che Xiang.
Upon receiving Mu Hanyan’s praise, Che Xiang was visibly exhilarated as if he had received a tremendous blessing.
Seeing Che Xiang’s expression, Zirong and Huayue were filled with emotion. This Mu the "playboy" had a remarkable talent for winning people’s hearts. Seeing the excited look on Che Xiang’s face, they figured that if he were asked to lay down his life now, he probably wouldn’t hesitate much. This text is hosted at NoveI★Fire.net