Chapter 81: with translation of chapter title

Soon, Ye Chenjing stopped keeping them in suspense, got up and walked to the five baskets, personally bending over to lift the black hemp cloth covering each one.

The next second, a medicinal fragrance wafted out.

To ordinary people, this concentration of medicinal fragrance is almost undetectable, but the four elders present are all experts in this field.

Almost the instant the specially made black hemp cloth was lifted, they jumped up from their chairs in shock, forgetting to drink their top-grade Da Hong Pao tea, and rushed over to the medicinal baskets.

At a glance, Zhu Zhen Guo and the three others were stunned by the sight before them.

"This... this... this, how can there be so much?!"

"Top-grade, all of them are top-grade! There's even wild ironbark dendrobium, exactly what I need."

"Old Zhu, you said that wild ginseng was about three hundred years old, right? Take a closer look—these few roots are clearly at least five hundred years old!"

"Good heavens, I've spent years searching for good medicinal materials, practically scouring every big and small mountain and forest, just short of venturing into those primeval forests with no way out, and still I've hardly found a few stalks of precious wild medicinal materials—whose divine hand could have produced this?"

For a moment, the four elders stood rooted to the spot, excited and unable to calm down from their shock for a long while.

Lin Meng saw clearly that their excitement and shock were almost exaggerated, yet genuinely came from the heart.

She finally realized how significant the quantity of these five baskets of medicinal materials was.

After all, these medicinal materials come from the cultivation world; even casually they are a hundred years old, and their quality is mouth-watering.

Whether they are wild or not, Lin Meng is unsure, but in terms of quality they must be equal to, or even surpass, modern precious wild medicinal materials.

According to Ye Fan, his senior brother Song Yun is an inner disciple of the Yuntian Sect, and his family is an Alchemy Aristocratic Family.

Such a family certainly has methods for cultivating medicinal materials; even a single stalk brought to the modern world would be top-notch among the top-notch.

Lin Meng secretly thought that perhaps she could continue to have Ye Fan help with trading medicinal materials in the future.

If the Song family could also trade their medicinal cultivation methods, and if those methods could be implemented in modern times, she would surely spare no effort to facilitate this deal.

In that way, she would also be making a contribution to the development of modern Chinese medicine.

Lin Meng's thoughts had already wandered far away, but the tearoom was already in an uproar.

The elders, usually possessing an immortal's aura, when they started scrambling were no less fierce than market ruffians, each one aggressive and brave.

"Zhu Zhen Guo, you are a core elder of our Chinese Medicine Association; as the association's vice president, I disagree with you purchasing these medicinal materials in your personal name—they must all belong to the association!"

Vice President Ge Qinghei, with a stern face, loudly rebuked Zhu Zhen Guo.

Zhu Zhen Guo gave a cold snort: "Then I hereby notify you—I am resigning from the Chinese Medicine Association!"

Beside him, the Divine Doctor Huang stared at the top-quality snow lotus in his hand, reluctant to let go, occasionally slipping in a sentence.

"If you want to fight among yourselves, I don't care; all the snow lotus here are mine—no one dare try to take them from me."

Another core member of the Chinese Medicine Association, Tong Dahui, heard this and flew into a rage.

"Shut your filthy mouth! Mr. Huang, don't be so greedy—each stalk of this snow lotus must sell for at least three million, they're auction-grade; you run a shabby clinic, can you even consume that much?"

"I may be a renowned divine doctor known far and wide; a few tens of millions is still something I can produce!"

Watching the four attack each other with no resolution, Old Master Ye, who enjoys a good spectacle, couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark.

"Tsk tsk, look at you all, useless as you are—why not hold a private auction at my place? Whoever bids highest gets the goods."

These medicinal materials all belong to Little Lin; he'd love to see these four bidding against each other, because in the end Little Lin will surely be the one laughing.

As soon as Old Master Ye made his suggestion, the four actually stopped and began to think seriously.

Lin Meng stood before the mirror, listening with her heart pounding.

The identities of those four are actually so weighty?

One is a divine doctor—there are probably only a handful of people in the world who can be called that.

Moreover, the other three elders are actually scholars of the Chinese Medicine Association.

The buyers Ye Chenjing found for her are not just wealthy tycoons or aristocratic medicine dealers, but each is a leading authority!

Lin Meng really wanted to rush in and tell them: "Stop fighting, I have plenty of these medicinal materials!"

After thinking, she hurriedly pulled out her phone and sent a message to Ye Chenjing.

At that moment, Ye Chenjing was leisurely watching the four old men cause a ruckus; upon seeing the message, he immediately excused himself and went next door to find Lin Meng.

"General Manager Ye, quickly get those four elders to stop arguing—there's no need for them to bid against each other for these medicinal materials; just sell them at the proper amount, or perhaps give them a suitable discount."

Ye Chenjing's eyes flickered at the words: "Are you sure? These few are far wealthier than you."

Lin Meng: "..."

"Wealth is wealth; they are people who can make great contributions to society and the pharmaceutical industry. If I were to jack up the price on my little bit of medicinal material, that would be rather petty of me."

Ye Chenjing raised an eyebrow at Lin Meng, seeing her firm attitude, and nodded.

Returning to the tearoom, Ye Chenjing immediately said to the four:

"The seller behind the scenes has spoken, hoping you won't scramble over them but divide them evenly according to market price."

Zhu Zhen Guo and the others, who had been unable to reach a conclusion, immediately agreed upon hearing that.

Although later the buying and selling still involved complaints of 'you have too much, I have too little,' in the end they negotiated and cleanly divided the five large baskets of medicinal materials.

Before long, each elder hoisted a basket onto his back and hurriedly prepared to leave.

They needed to hurry back to properly store these precious medicinal materials for future research or use.

Ye Chenjing stopped Huang Ziming; before he could speak, he heard the other party say somewhat impatiently:

"You want to take my pulse? Another day, another day—these few snow lotus stalks of mine are far more precious than your grandfather's life; I must hurry back."

After taking two steps, the Divine Doctor Huang stopped again, turned to glance at Ye Xiangrong, and finally said to Ye Chenjing:

"Rest assured, this old fellow's complexion is better than mine, his vital energy is abundant—he won't die anytime soon."

Ye Chenjing: ……

Old Master Ye snorted, but he didn't mind his old friend's sharp tongue, and waved his hand at Ye Chenjing.

"No need to let him take my pulse; my body is definitely stronger than those four's—don't underestimate that pill of Little Lin's."

He is one who takes elixirs, and he feels it most deeply.

Anyway, it's useless to reason with those people who have no elixirs to eat; Old Master Ye felt pleased inside.

Lin Meng had already sat down on the sofa, her mind filled with the scene just now of the four elders selecting medicinal materials, quoting prices, and making payment.

No one had told her that those medicinal materials would be so expensive.

Just those few stalks of wild ginseng alone sold for a full three hundred million!

It wasn't three million, nor thirty million, but a full three hundred million!

Lin Meng, who had only recently been smug about earning over ten million, now felt somewhat dazed.

Is this still the world she knew? Is this monetary system still normal?

When the poor suddenly become rich, they easily lose themselves; fortunately, Lin Meng's resolve is firm, and she did not become overly conceited.

However, she got this huge sum for just a bottle of cola—more precisely, just a few drops of cola.

If that Senior Brother Song Yun knew the truth, he would probably have his Dao heart shattered on the spot.