“Wow! Is this the thousand-year-old King of Ginseng?”
“I can even smell its fragrance from here.”
“Legend has it that it has an extremely high medical value and can be used to cure all illnesses by combining it with other high-quality herbs.”
The crowd was heated in their discussions.
Upon seeing the ginseng, James had a satisfied look, “Not bad. It’s indeed a thousand years old. I never expected to see such a precious herbal medicine in a bustling city like this.”
Though Thea did not know anything about medicine, she was nevertheless stunned upon seeing such huge ginseng.
Christine spoke behind the auction block, “This thousand-year-old King of Ginseng was bought by my grandfather eight years ago by a pleasant coincidence. Ever since then, it’s been the signature treasure of our shop. I believe everyone here today has heard that its starting price is a hundred million. Thus, the bid increment cannot be less than a million dollars.”
Hearing this, the crowd gasped.
Although these were affluent people, they were still shocked by the exorbitant price.
A hundred million dollars was simply too much.
They believed it was not worth it to spend a hundred million dollars on ginseng, even if it was the King of Ginseng.
“Everyone!”
At that moment, an elderly man at the very front stood up.
He looked around sixty years of age and wore a green scrub. He had long hair and was dressed old-fashionedly. He looked at the crowd and introduced himself.
“I’m Bjorn Truman, and I’ll have the King of Ginseng. For my sake, please do not bid.”
“What? Bjorn Truman?”
“He’s Bjorn Truman?”
The crowd exclaimed.
Puzzled, James looked at Thea and asked, “Honey, who’s he?”
Before Thea could speak, Julianna by her side shot James a look of disdain. “You don’t even know Bjorn Truman? And yet you say you practice medicine?”
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