When I returned to the campus of Lin University, I just received a call from Zhang Nan and asked where they were. After a while, they came to converge.

Before the matter of settling down in the base was decided, Ling Zikai didn't want to make a fuss, so he didn't tell Zhang Nan about the matter between himself and Lin Xing'an, but only said that he was wandering around the campus for a while.

For the tutor did not settle the base in Yunhai Forest Farm, Zhang Nan felt a little ashamed of Ling Zikai, saying that she had communicated with the mentor, and in a few days, she led a three-person project internship team to Yunhai Forest Farm to do a free research report for Ling Zikai.

Ling Zikai knew that this must have been won by Zhang Nan for himself, and expressed his gratitude to her.

Next, Ling Zikai called Zhang Hao and asked, "How did you talk about it with Beauty Beauty Salon?"

Zhang Hao said: "A preliminary agreement has been reached, let's talk about it when I come back." Now we're going to the cosmetics factory to have a look, do you want to come here?"

Ling Zikai saw that there was nothing left on his side, so it was good to go over and take a look.

I asked for the address of the makeup factory and said that I would go directly to the factory to meet him.

As soon as I put down the phone, the phone rang again, and after answering, it was a call from the old mallet:

"Hey, Brother Ling, your goods have already found a buyer. If you have time now, you can come to my shop!"

Ling Zikai was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly promised to come over immediately.

Because I haven't been to school for a long time, there are many things waiting for Zhang Nan to handle, so I don't have time to accompany Ling Zikai and the two. After sending them to the gate of Lin University, Zhang Nan returned to the school.

Ling Zikai stopped a taxi and went straight to the Baishan City Native Products Market with Du Juan.

At the same time, Zhang Hao was notified, saying that he had something to do temporarily and couldn't come, so let him make his own decision.

When I arrived at Ginseng Street, before I reached the storefront of Lao Bang Mallet, I saw a large group of people in front of his shop from a distance, as if something had happened.

walked to the front, because there were too many people to squeeze in, the two simply stood next to them and watched the excitement.

After listening for a while, the two roughly understood the reason why everyone was watching.

It turned out that just now, a guest from Hong Kong was shopping when he met a "donor", saying that he had a "century-old ginseng" in his hand, and because he was in a hurry to use the money, he was willing to sell it at a price 30% lower than the market price.

In the market, there are indeed a group of people who specialize in attracting customers to the store and earning some commissions, but they only act as intermediaries and do not interfere in specific commodity transactions.

However, it is rare to see "donors" who sell goods directly, as they did in Hong Kong.

Especially like the hundred-year-old ginseng, the price is often tens of millions, and it is necessary to go to the ginseng testing center for identification, code registration after passing the assessment and acceptance, and issue an appraisal certificate before it can be sold in the store.

And the person who buys it only dares to buy it with confidence after seeing the appraisal certificate.

The Hong Kong businessman didn't know if it was the first time to come to purchase, or if he was greedy for the cheap price, so he actually negotiated a business with the "donor".

Fortunately, the Hong Kong businessman was quite cautious, and I don't know who had ever heard of the reputation of the old mallet, and before the transaction, he took the old ginseng to the shop of the old mallet and let him give him a palm.

After looking at it, the old mallet concluded that the century-old ginseng taken by the "donor" was a fake.

When the Hong Kong businessman heard this, he naturally shouted for rejoicing! He was almost deceived.

But the donor didn't follow it, saying that the old mallet was talking nonsense with his eyes open, and the one he was holding in his hand was obviously a genuine century-old ginseng, but he was treated as a carrot.

As he spoke, the donor took out a registration certificate issued by the ginseng laboratory from his pocket, proving that the old ginseng was genuine.

Now the old mallet was also dumbfounded.

The donor was unforgiving, scolding the old mallet for being famous, and having the face to stay on Ginseng Street, so he quickly smashed the signboard and got out of the market.

The Hong Kong businessmen also followed suit, complaining that the old stick mallet was small, and Huang had a big business, saying that if he bought the old ginseng before, it could be 30% cheaper than the market price, not to mention 200,000 yuan!

After listening to what happened, Ling Zikai and Du Juan looked at each other for a while, and they both understood that the old mallet had fallen into a well-planned trap.

The other party's purpose is obvious, which is to smirk his reputation and drive him out of this ginseng street.

Otherwise, the donor obviously has an appraisal certificate in his hand, why didn't he take it out earlier, but he didn't take it out until he identified it as a "fake"!

It's just that with the eyesight of an old mallet, how can you look away!

Hearing the constant shouting in the store, Ling Zikai couldn't hold it back.

He inserted his hand into the gap between the crowd and secretly transported the energy of the ancestral god.

A strong outpouring of water forcibly separated the crowd in front of them.

Ling Zikai took the opportunity to pull the cuckoo and squeeze in.

Just squeezed into the crowd and came to the front of the store.

I saw a tall and burly man holding a stick in his hand, and he was poking the shop sign with the words "old mallet" written on the lintel, as if he was going to poke the signboard down.

"Stop!"

Ling Zikai let out a loud shout, stepped forward and reached out and grabbed the stick in the man's hand.

The man snatched the stick back with all his might, but after being caught by Ling Zikai, the stick didn't move at all.

Ling Zikai gently pulled his hand out, and the man only felt a strong surge, his body staggered, and he involuntarily took a few steps out, and the stick in his hand had been snatched away by the other party.

The man was taken aback, looked at Ling Zikai, and asked, "Who are you?"

Ling Zikai threw the stick to the ground and asked, "Who are you, why are you smashing other people's signboards?"

Although the man was a little afraid of Ling Zikai's strength, he refused to show weakness on his lips, and said: "This old mallet insists that my authentic old ginseng is a fake and ruined my business, isn't he just a liar who cheats people out of money by his mouth?

"Why do you say that your old ginseng is authentic?"

"I have an appraisal certificate from the Ginseng Laboratory!"

The man said confidently.

Ling Zikai sneered: "Does what the appraisal institute has to be true? Now there are too many counterfeit things in this society, who knows if your appraisal certificate is real or fake?"

"You're ......!"

Seeing that Ling Zikai played a scoundrel, the man wanted to be angry, but after meeting his cold gaze, he was a little weak and didn't dare to attack him.

Ling Zikai ignored him and walked into the store.

I saw that there were three more people in the store.

In addition to the old mallet, there was also a middle-aged man who was whispering something to the old mallet.

The other was a woman, in her twenties, with a fairly good look, with light makeup on her face, sitting on a stool, oblivious to what was happening in front of her, and was intently applying nail red to her fingers.

When the cuckoo saw the dejected look on the old mallet's face, he asked loudly, "Old mallet, what's going on?"

The old mallet glanced at Ling Zikai and Du Juan, showed a wry smile, sighed, and said, "Just let him smash it! Anyway, I don't have the face to stay on this ginseng street anymore!"