Song Zhiwei smiled helplessly, "Uncle Bai, you forgot, I don't know the price, just give it as you see."

Bai Jinsong patted his forehead, "As people get older, they tend to be confused."

"This ginseng..." He hesitated for a moment, resisting the desire to bargain and said, "I'll give you two thousand five thousand, do you think it's OK?"

Two thousand five?

Song Zhiwei was surprised. She knew that wild ginseng was valuable, but she never expected it to be so ...