Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

Two days later, at the county train station, Malaysian businessman Chen Lao led a team to buy ginseng. Today's event was quite big. In addition to Liu Xialian's team and Uncle Chen's team, there were also the county head and Deputy Mayor Xu of Wanshan Town.

It was originally a transaction, but the news leaked after Mr. Chen arrived in the provincial capital. Mr. Chen is an overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia. He is over 70 years old this year. When he was young, he raised tens of millions of funds, medicinal materials, and machinery for the country. Just based on this fact that he is a patriotic overseas Chinese, Liu Xia Lian could not cheat him. Of course, no one else had cheated him either.

"Uncle Chen, why do you seem a little nervous?"

Uncle Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "This old Chen is of a high generation. Although he is a Malaysian Chinese, all Chen families are one family. I am still a little nervous. I can't stand up in front of my seniors. It's up to you to negotiate the price."

"That's not the case. I'm not the kind of person who pushes prices. The old man came all the way here, so I'll sell it if it's about right."

About half an hour later, a locomotive spewing white smoke slowly drove into the train station. With a squeaking sound of brakes, the long train stopped.

After about ten minutes, when the crowd had dispersed, Chen Lao and his group came over. The leader was an old man in his seventies, who looked healthy but felt a little empty.

Next to him was a man in his forties, who should be Mr. Chen’s son, Chen Ying.

The four accompanying bodyguards were of similar height, weight and build, all of them were just over 1.7 meters tall, and they were obviously martial artists.

The county magistrate and Deputy Mayor Xu went to meet Wenhou. After a few words, Chen Lao's son said, "My father is seriously ill. I hope you can forgive me."

The county magistrate went back first under this situation, and Deputy Town Mayor Xu and people from the county notary office followed him.

Uncle Chen said, "Mr. Chen, please forgive me for being so nosy, but where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Old Chen said helplessly, "I've had headaches for more than three years. Normally, it's fine, but when it hurts, it feels like a tight hoop on my head."

Uncle Chen also said: "There is a famous doctor in the county who has cured many people. Do you want to go and see him?"

Old Chen sighed and said, "I have seen so many famous doctors, but they just can't cure it. But my dear nephew, you are so kind, let's go and take a look. Oh, by the way, where is Liu Xia Lian?"

"Mr. Chen, I'm here." Liu Xia Lian came over and said.

The group got on the bus and the convoy went straight to Xu Guozhen's clinic next to the county hospital. After the last incident, he made public the secret recipe for treating stomach problems. Actually, to be frank, it was not worth mentioning. It was just the Helicobacter pylori quadruple therapy, combined with traditional Chinese medicine, which basically has a 70% chance of eradicating the disease. Once the method was announced, it shocked the medical community, and my uncle became a real famous doctor. He stopped working as an accountant for Liu Xia Lian and opened a professional clinic.

When the group arrived, there were more than ten patients queuing in front of them, so Mr. Chen went over and queued up to wait for treatment.

Mr. Chen was the last patient, so he would not treat anyone else in the morning. Xu Guozhen was not stupid either. Liu Xia Lian had someone explain the situation to him long ago. Key customers must be given special care. Although he was not in it for the money, who would complain about having too much money?

All the outsiders had left, and there were only four people in the entire clinic: Liu Xia Lian, Xu Guo Zhen, Mr. Chen, and Mr. Chen's son.

Xu Guozhen carefully felt the old man's pulse for a while and said, "Old man, your pulse is very strange and rarely seen in life. It is a bit like the pulse of a pregnant woman, with two hearts in her body, but not really. If my guess is correct, you have been cast into an evil spell. This remnant soul has been in your body for several years. Unfortunately, I didn't have a famous teacher to guide me when I was studying medicine, so this disease cannot be cured."

Elder Chen's eyes lit up: "Doctor Xu, do you mean it can be improved a little?"

"It should be possible. Since ancient times, good and evil cannot coexist. What evil magic fears most is the most strong and masculine things. It is also God's will that you can come to Changbai Mountain. Changbai Mountain is where the dragon vein is located and the spiritual energy is abundant, which is very good for your body. After you finish your work, I suggest that Mr. Chen stay in a small village in the mountains. There is a big rooster in the yard. The rooster crows loudly, and the evil spirits are afraid when they hear it. If you are lucky enough to hear the roar of the Siberian tiger, it would be even better. Maybe the evil spirits will be scared to death in an instant."

Old Chen laughed and said, "It's okay to listen to the crowing of a rooster, but to listen to the roar of a tiger would kill me. My body can't handle it."

"No, you won't be afraid if you are mentally prepared. The tiger's roar goes deep into the soul, and the evil spirit will probably collapse."

Old Chen shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the Siberian tiger dragon is hard to find. Forget it. I'll go to Wanshan Town first and buy Friend Xia Lian's ginseng. We'll talk later."

"Okay, then you guys go ahead and we'll talk later."

The convoy roared towards Wanshan Town. There is a ginseng trading center in Wanshan Town. Contract and notarization services are very convenient. Mainly, the three ginsengs from Changbai Mountain are identified here.

When we arrived, the Ginseng Trading Center hall was already ready.

More than a dozen TV stations, radio stations and newspapers came. After all, stones that are three or four hundred years old are common, but no one has ever seen a three or four hundred year old ginseng.

Deputy Mayor Xu presided over the transaction, and the first step was to display it. Liu Xia Lian was watching and put the three or four hundred year old ginseng into a glass display cabinet to show it to everyone first. Reporters took pictures of the ginseng crazily.

Soon after, the experts arrived. There were three Changbai Mountain ginseng experts, all in their fifties or sixties. Each of them wore glasses and held a magnifying glass, and began the identification under the supervision of the camera.

Experts these days are still very formal and not the kind of experts who talk nonsense. After a while, the three experts exchanged their opinions and concluded that it was three to four hundred years, and three hundred and twenty years should be closer.

This caused a stir. There is a huge difference between ordinary people saying three or four hundred years and experts saying three or four hundred years.

Next was the price. Uncle Chen stood with Liu Xia Lian, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything because Old Chen had the upper hand over him.

Mr. Chen said, "I have also checked the price. The expert just said it was 700,000."

"Okay, I agree with what Mr. Chen said."

Deputy Mayor Xu was a little surprised. He had to raise the price somehow, but he didn't expect the deal to be done with just one sentence.

The contract was drafted, signed by both parties and stamped by the notary office. The box containing ginseng was given to bodyguard Chen, and the box containing money was given to Liu Xia Lian.

Uncle Chen charged a brokerage fee of 50,000 yuan, and then the market charged a transaction fee of 3%, so Liu Xia Lian only got 60,000 yuan.

When the reporter wanted to interview her, Liu Xia Lian had already slipped away.

More reporters surrounded Mr. Chen. One reporter asked him if he had any plans to invest in Changbai Mountain, but was stopped by his son.

A grand transaction was completed. Although the money was in Liu Xialian's hands, it was impossible for her to spend it alone. She had to spend some of it, otherwise her saliva would drown her.

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