Ling Zikai was taken aback when he heard this: "What is the origin of this bad old man, he can actually determine the origin of the goods at a glance, it is really a god!"

The cuckoo was not surprised in the slightest, and said, "After so many years, haven't you forgotten the smell on it?"

"When I get into the ground, I forget about it!"

The old mallet seemed to remember something, and there was confusion in his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "How much did you take from it?"

The cuckoo asked rhetorically, "How much can you want?"

The old mallet's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he said, "Listening to the tone, it seems that you have taken a lot?"

Have you broken the ancestral teachings that have been passed down by your Durenque people for thousands of years?

I said back then, your bullshit ancestral teachings will be broken sooner or later, how about it, I said it!"

"No, you're wrong! The ancestral precepts of the Brunk clan cannot be broken. This is not mine, I am just entrusted by others!"

"Really?"

The old mallet was full of disbelief, but he didn't say anything, picked up the old ginseng on the small square stool, and after carefully taking it, he said:

"Well, the round reed bottom, iron lines, pearl points, good condition, the age should be one hundred and fifty years, there have been five reincarnations, it is an authentic old mountain goods! The old man doesn't know how many years he hasn't seen it!"

After a while, the old mallet said: "Although it is a good product, the old man has a taboo about things from that place, so he doesn't want it!"

Ling Zikai saw that he finally got acquainted with an expert who knew the goods, but after talking for a long time, the result was still the same, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and was just about to speak.

The cuckoo tugged at the hem of his shirt and motioned for him to be at ease.

The old mallet paused, and then said: "For the sake of the old man who passed away in your family, I can help you ask! But the rules can't be changed, I want this number!"

The old mallet said and held out a finger at the cuckoo.

Ling Zikai didn't know what that finger meant, and looked at the cuckoo.

The cuckoo whispered: "He means that he can help us sell the goods, but he will charge a 10% intermediary fee!"

What the?

Ling Zikai almost jumped.

According to the current price on the market, the lowest price of one hundred and fifty years of wild ginseng is more than one million yuan, and the intermediary fee is more than 100,000 yuan!

This bad old man's heart is too dark!

Du Juan knew Ling Zikai's thoughts, and explained: "The price sold through his hand will be much higher than the purchase price on the market, even if we charge a 10% intermediary fee, it will be about the same price as we sell it ourselves!"

Having said that, this loss of more than 100,000 yuan in vain still made Ling Zikai a little indignant, but he felt very helpless.

I haven't even sold a single ginseng yet. Right now, I'm anxious to use the money, so I can sell it for a few dollars!

In Ling Zikai's eyes, if this hundred-year-old ginseng can't be turned into money, it will be like a carrot at home.

But looking at the old mallet lying on the chair with the appearance of an old god, Ling Zikai still felt unhappy for a while, and said in his heart: Don't you call yourself an old mallet? Then let me see how much ability you have.

Thinking in his heart, Ling Zikai took out another ginseng from his backpack and put it on the small square stool, and said, "Old man, I still have one here, can you take a look?"

The cuckoo saw at a glance that the ginseng that Ling Zikai took out was the understory ginseng planted in the forest farm, which was seized when Rong Lu brought people to dig it secretly.

This is just the most ordinary and very young ginseng seedlings, Ling Zikai actually took it out for people to identify, and he didn't know what idea he had in mind!

After the old mallet glanced at the ginseng, his expression suddenly turned cold, and he said, "Young man, even if you want to entertain the old man, don't take out this kind of garbage." ”

Ling Zikai pretended to be puzzled and said: "How can the old man say this? I also asked the old man for advice because this ginseng seedling looks ordinary, but there is something strange inside, and I don't know what the reason is!"

As he spoke, Ling Zikai secretly injected a trace of ancestral energy into the ginseng seedlings.

What's weird?

The old mallet didn't know what Ling Zikai meant by what he said, and seeing that his attitude was sincere, not like he was panicking, curiosity rose in his heart, and he picked up the ginseng.

Upon closer inspection, the old mallet pouted lightly, involuntarily stood up from the chair, and walked to the bright place of the door with his feet cocked and carefully dressed.

Ling Zikai was also curious when he saw his walking posture, it turned out that this bad old man was a cripple.

The old mallet muttered to himself while looking at the ginseng seedlings: "No, this is obviously an ordinary ginseng seedling, how can it have such a strong vitality?

After looking at it for a long time, the old mallet was still puzzled, shook his head, returned to the chair, and said, "I want this ginseng seedling, you can make a price!"

Ling Zikai stretched out two fingers under a deep groan.

"Two hundred?"

Seeing that Ling Zikai shook his head, the old mallet frowned: "You want two thousand?"

Ling Zikai still shook his head and said nothing.

The old mallet couldn't help but laugh dumbly: "Do you still want 20,000?"

"Add one more zero, I'll give you 200,000!"

"Hahaha! Young people should be sincere in doing business, you are a naked old man!"

The old mallet burst out laughing in anger.

Even the cuckoo standing next to him was stunned by Ling Zikai's offer.

For these six-year-old ginseng, the highest price in the market will not exceed 2,000 yuan, and Ling Zikai's lion mouth has increased by a hundredfold!

The cuckoo looked at Ling Zikai with confused eyes, not knowing what kind of medicine was being sold in his gourd.

Ling Zikai looked very calm and said: "It is the nature of businessmen to ask for a price and bargain on the ground, and it has nothing to do with sincerity. Since you can't pay this price, old man, I'll take it!"

"Wait!"

Seeing that Ling Zikai was about to take back the ginseng, the old mallet hurriedly stopped. Then he frowned and thought about it for a while, and finally said unwillingly:

"I want 50,000!"

"No, at least 150,000!"

"Eighty thousand!"

"One hundred and twenty thousand!"

"One hundred thousand!"

The old mallet gritted his teeth and lowered the final price, and then added: "The money will be deducted from the intermediary fee of the old ginseng!"

The cuckoo listened to the two of them constantly shouting and bargaining, and when he heard the final price, he felt shocked.

Obviously it is an ordinary forest ginseng, and it is impossible not to see it with the eyesight of an old mallet, how can you agree to such an outrageous price?

Could it be that there is a secret hidden in this forest ginseng, and I don't know if it is a secret?

In the confusion of the cuckoo, the old mallet asked the two to leave their phone numbers, saying that they would be contacted as soon as they found the buyer.

Out of the old mallet's shop, the cuckoo couldn't bear it anymore, and asked Ling Zikai, "Is it really the understory ginseng planted in the forest farm that you took out just now?"

Ling Zikai glanced at the cuckoo and said, "Of course it's planted in the forest farm!"

"How, then, how can it be worth so much money?"

"Are you a fool to be an old mallet, are you willing to be a big man? That understory ginseng can't see anything on the surface, but in terms of nutritional value, I'm afraid it's not under the hundred-year-old wild ginseng.

I guess the reason why the old mallet is willing to spend a lot of money to buy it is not because of the value of the ginseng itself, but because he wants to solve the mystery!"

"What mystery? Could it be related to the inheritance of the ancestral gods?"

Ling Zikai nodded.

After hearing that it was related to the inheritance of the ancestral gods, the cuckoo didn't ask anything more.

Ling Zikai asked, "You knew the old mallet before?"

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