Ignoring Wu Dong, Zheng Ya put down his teacup, waved his hand, and took out a thousand-year-old ginseng from his supernatural space, saying, "The lowest quality sample, Manager Sun, can you give me an estimate?"
"This is a ginseng king comparable to an eighth-grade ginseng, with its roots perfectly preserved. Are you really going to sell it to our Guiyuan Pharmacy?" Manager Sun was so excited that his whole body trembled. He reached out to touch the ginseng king on the table, but then withdrew his hand for fear of damaging the roots. He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to inquire.
Wu Dong was also dumbfounded, forgetting his anger at Zheng Ya's indifference.
Zheng Ya was currently unaware of the state and price of spiritual herbs in this world. Without having collected any spiritual energy, he was only relying on his own supernatural spiritual power to cultivate medicinal herbs. He had only managed to cultivate a nine-thousand-year-old ginseng king, which consumed one-fifth of his supernatural spiritual power. Not daring to recklessly use his spiritual power, he said somewhat frustratedly, "Manager Sun, are you trying to drive away customers..."
"Ah, no, please calm down, honored guest!"
"This ginseng king is truly too precious. It is the first time it has appeared since the war, and its value is immeasurable. I, Sun, dare not presume to negotiate the price. I hope you will understand." Manager Sun bowed repeatedly and explained the truth.
Three hundred years of war ravaged the land, leaving it in ruins and destroying almost all the world's precious medicinal herbs.
After the war, medicinal herbs resumed their growth cycle, resulting in lower quantities and younger years, leading to a shortage in the medicinal herb market and driving up their value.
Fu Ya had no information about this in his memory. He only knew that medicine was very expensive and that people might die because they couldn't afford treatment for a cold or fever.
Zheng Ya nodded slightly and said, "I live in seclusion in the mountains with my master and am unfamiliar with the ways of the world. Manager Sun, just name your price."
"My esteemed guest thinks highly of me, so please allow me to speak presumptuously for once."
Medicinal herbs are graded from one to nine, with grade nine being the highest and grade one the lowest.
The first to third grades are common medicinal materials, and their value is negotiated according to the preciousness of the medicinal materials, with the most expensive being no more than ten taels of silver.
The fourth to sixth grade of spiritual cultivation can be used by cultivators for medicine and cultivation, and the most expensive is no more than a hundred taels of silver.
However, starting from the seventh grade of spiritual medicine, the value increases a hundredfold, yet there is still a situation where there is a price but no market for it.
Therefore, this ginseng of the eighth grade, esteemed guest, is of immeasurable value. I, Sun, dare to propose a price of 100,000 taels of gold. May I ask what your opinion is? Manager Sun's honest offer was intended to win over Zheng Ya, so that he could serve Princess Wu and alleviate the urgent shortage of medicinal herbs.
Wu Dong was overjoyed, but Zheng Ya ignored him. His stomach was growling with hunger, making drinking water even more unbearable. He endured the discomfort and stood up, saying, "Send the money?"
"Uh, esteemed guest, please wait a moment. The amount is quite large, and Guiyuan Pharmacy cannot come up with such a large sum of gold at the moment..." Manager Sun realized that he did not have much money on hand to pay the bill and broke out in a cold sweat.
Wu Dong was so anxious that he scratched his head and opened his mouth to speak, but dared not speak up and anger Zheng Ya to cut off the business deal.
Zheng Ya frowned and snorted coldly: "Hmph, are the businesses under the esteemed Princess Wu managed entirely by talking?"
"Please calm down, esteemed guest. May I write an IOU?" Manager Sun said with a wry smile. Wu Dong nodded repeatedly. Zheng Ya, annoyed, pressed her hands on her unruly stomach and said, "Fine, I want to see the IOU from the manager of Guiyuan Pharmacy. Will Princess Wu acknowledge it?"
"Please wait a moment, esteemed guest. I will write you an IOU right away. In addition, I will present you with interest on behalf of Princess Wu. Please wait a moment." Manager Sun bowed obsequiously, then turned around and took out his special writing materials from the inner room to write the IOU.
Wu Dong had been observing the whole thing, his mind filled with questions. Only when Manager Sun presented Zheng Ya with an IOU for 100,000 taels of gold, along with a small bag of gold leaves, and saw the joy on Zheng Ya's face, did he finally breathe a sigh of relief: "Phew!"
Zheng Ya accepted the IOU and money bag offered by Manager Sun with both hands, and strode out: "See you in three days, don't disappoint me."
"I wouldn't dare, esteemed guest, please rest assured. Princess Wu will certainly prepare the funds for you to reach a cooperation agreement. Please take care!" Manager Sun followed and respectfully saw Zheng Ya downstairs. Only after watching Zheng Ya disappear into the crowd on the street did he come back to his senses and raise his sleeve to wipe his sweat.
Wu Dong had already followed them downstairs and stopped beside Manager Sun, asking, "What does Manager Sun think of this person?"
"His abilities are unfathomable. I hope that Guard Wu will truthfully report to Princess Wu and make arrangements for negotiating the medicinal herb cooperation with this distinguished guest three days from now. I beg you!" Manager Sun turned to Wu and bowed in request.
Wu Dong, still feeling humiliated by Zheng Ya's overwhelming aura, couldn't help but shudder. He said seriously, "Don't worry, Manager Sun, Princess Wu will definitely value this distinguished guest. Farewell!"
In the main hall of the Duke of Yongguo's mansion, Fu Zhen sat in the main seat, playing with a seven-colored glass bottle while being massaged on the shoulders by two charming maids.
In the hall, Fu Ping and the other four knelt on the ground and reported Zheng Ya's words and actions. Before finishing, they added, "Lord, Fu Ya seems to have undergone a complete transformation and possesses the spiritual roots of immortality. He easily blocked my immense divine power."
Furthermore, Fu Ya's originally slender figure became rounder, with a broad back and thick waist, and his height even increased to over six feet.
Fu Ya's appearance changed from a sickly pale square face to a heroic and vigorous one, with a fair complexion and a ruddy glow. Coupled with his pair of piercing eyes that exuded an imposing aura, he possessed a captivating and awe-inspiring presence…
"You may all kneel and leave now?" Fu Zhen put down the seven-colored glass bottle without moving, waved her hand to shoo them away, and Fu Ping and the other four, along with the two maids, bowed and left the main hall one after another.
A man in brocade robes emerged from a side room of the main hall with a rustling sound, waving a feather fan with each step. As Fu Zhen rose to greet him, he sat down in the guest seat and asked, "What does Lord Fu think?"
"Mr. Yu, may I ask what that Prince Rong means?" Fu Zhen asked, bowing respectfully after sitting down. Mr. Yu stopped waving his feather fan and sneered, "Lord Fu, it seems you've fallen out of favor with my master..."
"Ahem, I dare not, but I feel that Prince Rong is a variable. If he is not handled properly, Prince Rong will be betraying that man's existence!"
"After all, Prince Rong has been coveting that position for a long time!" Fu Zhen stood up and bowed his head in reply.
Mr. Yu restarted his feather fan, waving it to fan the white beard on his chin. Paired with his youthful face and rosy cheeks, he exuded an air of otherworldly elegance. He smiled and said, "Lord Fu, you dare to presume to guess my master's plans? Do you know your crime?"
"Mr. Yu, the world is now in a perilous state. Various forces, large and small, are resorting to any means necessary to compete for the dynasty's fortune and cultivation resources."
I am not talented, but I am also the patriarch of the Fu clan. I have the power and ability to lead my cousin Fu Lian and the Duke of Dai, and command the 300,000-strong army personally built by our two ancestors, the Dukes, to fight for a share of the family business.
This matter involves the safety of eight branches of the Fu family, 1,387 members, tens of thousands of servants, and countless assets. It cannot be taken lightly by this nobleman.
"I can agree to that lord's request and find a way to kill Fu Ya, but if you want me to lead the entire Fu family to pledge allegiance to that lord, I would appreciate it if you, Mr. Yu, could show some sincerity in your response to that lord?" Fu Zhen spoke arrogantly and eloquently.
Mr. Yu waved his fan and sent out a chilling magical power that icy cold to the bone, causing Fu Zhen to shrink and tremble as if electrocuted. He warned disdainfully, "Lord Fu, this is a warning."
"Dare to disrespect my master again, and I'll make you wish you were dead!"
"Hehehe," Fu Zhen's teeth chattered from the cold, but she gritted her teeth and said, "Princess, you schemed against Fu Ya for a woman..."
"Are you courting death?" Mr. Yu stood up angrily, his murderous intent fully revealed...
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