The con artist who’s been watching Hu Xiaobei saw Hu Xiaobei coldly stretching out two fingers, and frowned.
Soon, he sneered coldly, "What’s that supposed to mean? Showing off your two fingers? I don’t see anything remarkable about them!"
Detecting the ridicule in his words, Hu Xiaobei retorted, "You’re overthinking. I just want to let you know that I have two definitive pieces of evidence proving there’s a serious issue with your ginseng."
Honestly speaking, Hu Xiaobei could find over a dozen pieces of evidence at the moment...
But Hu Xiaobei thought it wasn’t necessary to say so much...
Just picking out the two most decisive pieces would suffice.
Hearing Hu Xiaobei’s confidence, he laughed in anger, "Two? Fine, I’ll wait. Tell me, and if you can’t, you’re a coward."
"Coward? I’m not interested in cowards like you, so save it!"
Such a cold rebuttal made Mu YanYu pause for a moment.
The next second, the corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile.
Earlier, she was somewhat worried about Hu Xiaobei, but now she knew there was no need to worry at all because if Hu Xiaobei still had the mood for a rebuttal, it meant everything was under control.
As Mu YanYu put her mind at ease, everyone around began to seriously watch Hu Xiaobei.
Because Hu Xiaobei was wearing those large sunglasses, they couldn’t see who Hu Xiaobei really was.
But that didn’t stop them from growing increasingly fond of Hu Xiaobei.
Right now, Hu Xiaobei really seemed like someone absolutely calm and composed...
With growing fondness, everyone eagerly watched Hu Xiaobei.
At this moment, Boss Wang was also staring blazing at Hu Xiaobei.
He felt the strong confidence emanating from Hu Xiaobei, convincing him that he definitely bet right...
...
"Sharp-tongued trash, stop saying so much meaningless nonsense and directly tell me what those so-called definitive pieces of evidence are!"
Knowing his own verbal skills weren’t sharp, the con artist didn’t continue with nonsense but quickly interjected.
To him, there was really no need to bicker with Hu Xiaobei now because he seemed like an inexperienced youngster, so there was no way he could come up with any definitive evidence.
"Since you’re asking for it, I’ll grant you your wish!"
With a faint smile, Hu Xiaobei continued, "Listen carefully, the first piece of definitive evidence is the ginseng’s leaves. Normally, the surface of a Hundred-year ginseng’s leaves will have a faint purple tint. This change in color isn’t obvious, so it’s not easy to notice, but if you look carefully, it’s still visible. However, the leaves of your so-called Hundred-year ginseng show no change whatsoever."
Listening to Hu Xiaobei’s confident discourse, the con artist’s face started to look grim.
Earlier, he was watching Hu Xiaobei with a mindset of amusement, but now, that amusement had completely vanished...
Amateurs watch the show, experts see the technique!
Earlier, he thought Hu Xiaobei was an outsider, but now he knew Hu Xiaobei wasn’t some outsider because what he said was really a little trick to determine the age of ginseng.
"Who exactly is this person, and why does he know this!"
In his mind, he was frantically roaring...
He was genuinely a bit frustrated now because he seemed to be cornered.
Initially, the people around weren’t quite convinced by Hu Xiaobei’s confident discourse.
But when they saw the con artist’s face growing grimmer, they started believing that Hu Xiaobei was telling the truth.
In an instant, they all began to keenly observe the ginseng the con artist was holding.

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