Chapter 75
The stall cord was enraged to the least.
“What a nude laia! I’d like to see just what you’re selling!”
Rebecca tossed the cabbage back to the stall owner before retrieving the fourth grade ganodermas from her suck.
She didn’t have her own stall, so she could only display the ganodermas on top of the sock.
The stall ownerwasn’t ignorant of herbs. He could tell that the products displayed were ganodermas, but he had never seen panodemus of this grade before.
The stall owner couldn’t resist shooting them another glance, “Where did you get your hands on these ganodermas? Those are expensive herbs. No regular famili
Rebecca replied, “I foraged for them in the mountain. They are fourth–grade panodermax.“
The stall owner stated at the ganodermas curiously. Everyone in this zone sold traits and vegetables around this time of the day, seeing as it was the only free tim they had. Whenever they saw the city enforcers patrolling the streets, they’d packup and run for their lives.
canodermas were meant to be displayed on sales counters. It was the stall owner’s first time seeing somente
menne selling such premium herbs out on the streets, in want, it opened his eyes.
The stall owner just gutlawed in Rebecca’s face. “Lass, regardless of the grade of your ganodermas, you still can’t sell them here. No one will believe that these an
the real deal.”
As expected, his jets c
i came to life sometime later.
A middle–aged woman walked over with her basket in tow. She scanned across the products laid on the ground before pinning her gaze on Rebecca’s fourth–gradu
“How much are the carrots?” she asked, thinking that the ganodermas were carrots due to how similar they looked.
The stall owner couldn’t help but chortle in amusement. He quickly covered his mouth, though it was clear that his eyes were brimming with mich.
Rebecca merely gazed at the woman, knowing that she was definitely not part of the clientele the former wanted. Even the way she responded to the woman was cool and impassive.
“Ma’am, I’m not selling carrots. These are fourth–grade ganodermas.”
The middle–aged woman had a heavy accent. She glanced at the ganodermas betere exclaiming, “Fourth–grade ganodermas? My, ganoderma are wonderful herbs! No one sells them on the street! Yours must be fake, right?”
Rebecca pused her lips slightly. “I foraged forthese ganodermas in the mountain. 1 can appraise them for you to prove that they are fourth–grade ganodennas.” The woman continued standing at Rebecca’s shabby stall obviously, she was reluctant to leave now.
Her husband enjoyed collecting ganodermas as a hobby. Sometimes, he could gift those ganodermas to his clients or basses. In retum, he could secure business deals and opportunities
It she could buy a ganoderma and have her husband gift it to his boss, they might be able to eam a few thousand dollar
Hence, the womtiari asked, “How much is one ganoderma then?”
“Liber 1,500 dollars for our candemmia.”
“Pott!” The stall owner’s laughterew louder once be heard the ridiculous price. Clearly, this was daylight robbery! “You trally ane shameless when it comes to hiking up the price, young lady! I can tell that your ganostemmas have a lower grade based on how shabby they look! To
sat you’re still welling Flants at 1500 dollars per hech!
True worthiut her palodermas very well. That was
was why she didn’t c
came abusit the opinions of the ignorais folks who didn’t know anything about
The alati comer nudged Rebecca in far anno. “Lady, you should just pack up and go home already. The price you quoted is a joke. Everyone here sells veggies and
la treling fat the customer base here wasort compatible with her wates. She asked the stall own likely, “Wheie cand richer cuntemES SE kowowindpralde about botany??
dda mua kingly
hat stupid to lay your carols Hurry up and go home already.“”
alled the appearance of the ranulennas her husband collected hack at home.
diried, “Hum dont Son dellats per gameleona? it your’u ukay with dut price, I’ll buy everything vAHI
cabout gradullasper day noon selling his vegetables. To thank that the mishdle xped
puu’re alle te trupidie paakonnas, dos aim but me galetes de dierent to the antix lally growi
When the middle–aged woman realized that Rebenna wetn’t enticed by he
the crashed
i’t that young woman anxious at all about not being able to sell the damned pecoderma
before yelling. “yoo dollars! Will you take i
Rebecca opted to not respond to the worn. Instead, she just walked away
The stall owner glanced over at the middle–aged womum. He asked tentati
The woman was still angry at Rebecca, so she clicked her tongue in response
“Who knows if that less is selling the real deal or not? I was already being nice by offering her 200 dollars!
