The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2346

Mr. Quaker had dark circles under his eyes and was basically dozing off, but he refused to sleep.

He wanted to wait until the bank opened, so that he could deposit the money as soon as possible.

As with Zangi, the money had basically dropped on his lap.

It was amusing to remember that he had inadvertently found the Bright Sky Herb when he was going on a pleasure hike.

His family practiced traditional medicine, and while he did not follow in his parents' footsteps, he at least recognized the Bright Sky Herb. That was why he dug it out, intent on getting a good price and living easy for a while.

Who knew that although it was expensive, it was not worth its weight in gold.

And since it was too expensive, there were not that many keen buyers—even if there were, they would lowball him like the apothecary owner did.

On top of that, the Bright Sky Herb was high-maintenance, and he could not afford to let it dry. As such, Mr. Quaker certainly had to work hard, but while he had almost given up hope, he managed to sell it in a sharp reversal of fortunes!

While it was a little less than what he expected, it was good anyway.

Staying up all the way to 9 AM, Mr. Quaker then called up a few friends, who went with him to the bank.

They were his childhood friends, with some in the medicine business as well. Knowing that he had the Bright Sky Herb, they were basically sure that he had sold it.

"Shouldn't you treat us to drinks, since you got rich?"

Mr. Quaker waved him off, being the stingy man that he was. "Quit it. It's just five mil—how does that make me rich?"

"Just five million? Just half a year ago, someone sold his for 6.5 mil!" one of his friends said.

Mr. Quaker sighed. "I only have myself to blame. I trimmed some of the root hairs, thinking it was useless, and that lost me over a mil… Why do I have to be stubborn, ignoring my grandpa who told me to study medicine?"

"No way! It's just a few root hairs, no?" the friend asked.

In reality, the friend had seen the Bright Sky Herb in question and knew that the root hairs must never be trimmed. If anything, the condition it was in meant it was worth two million at best.

Still, the friend was just jealous and goading Mr. Quaker into stirring trouble!