Chapter Thirty-Eight: Collaborative Performance

  Faced with Gu Xinyue's proposal, Zhang Yidong was moved. Although the "Huishen Jue" he cultivated could sense the location of spiritual energy, he was not sure if he could dig up enough precious medicinal materials.

  Golden Tail!

  He is in urgent need.

  After all, it was the most effective medicine for treating Li Cuie, and also Wang Xiaofei's heartfelt hope.

  He didn't want to return empty-handed and saw the disappointed eyes of the mother and son welcoming him.

  Looking at Gu Xin Yue's frosty face, Zhang Yi took a deep breath and asked seriously: "How long is the match?"

  "From now on, until 5 pm, a total of eight hours," said Gu Xinyue coldly.

  "Alright, I hope you keep your word. Five o'clock this afternoon, let's meet at Bai WeiTang." Zhang Yi nodded calmly and turned to walk towards the stall that had just sensed the location of the spiritual energy.

  Gu Xinyue coldly watched Zhang Yi turn and walk away, secretly laughing to herself in her heart. Born into a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, although she didn't receive much true transmission from her elders, from a young age she was influenced by what she saw and heard, and was extremely skilled at identifying medicinal herbs. During her university days, relying on her knowledge of medicinal herbs, she single-handedly dominated the Beijing South City herbal market with her clever tactics, earning her first pot of gold in just half a year... 4.2 million.

  Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, six years have passed.

  In just six years, she took 42 million and operated a pharmaceutical business, developed medicines, and established a company that grew step by step. Today, it has become a large company with assets of over one billion.

  Wisdom, insight.

  She's not bad at all, so she thinks that Zhang Yi dares to make a bet with her in his own expertise, which is simply foolish and underestimating oneself.

  With that confidence, Gu Xin Yue turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

  Jianmou's whiskers twitched with excitement, regarding Gu Xinyue's challenge, he had always been a detached observer. Although he didn't want Zhang Yi and her to make a bet, he also didn't want to do something that would be unappreciated.

  Zhang Yi was unclear, but in his heart, it was as clear as a mirror. That cold and elegant woman would come to the Zhou Chuan City medicinal material market every two or three months, lavishly spending money to buy large quantities of medicinal materials. In terms of medicinal materials, she was absolutely an expert.

  Standing in front of the stall, Mao Xinxin hid the complex expression at the bottom of his eyes and asked Zhang Yi: "Do you really want to gamble with her? That woman is very formidable."

  "Who is she?" Zhang Yi asked in confusion.

  Mao Xinxin shook his head and said, "I heard it was from the south of Beijing, whether it's true or not, I'm not sure. All I know is that she comes to our place every few months to buy a large quantity of medicinal materials."

  Zhang Yi nodded and said: "No matter who she is, no matter how powerful she is. As long as it can increase the chances of buying Golden Tail Teng, I won't give up."

  After finishing speaking, he quietly operated the vital energy liquid in his meridians, and his eyes moved over the medicinal materials on the stall, feeling the location of that spiritual energy.

  "Amethyst Leaf? Heaven! I must be seeing things!"

  Zhang Yi's body trembled slightly, his eyes fixed intently on the three purple-gold leaves that had not yet withered on the stall.

  Its shape was like a willow leaf, with purple-golden leaves on its surface, and clear veins visible. In the middle of the veins, eight sesame seed-sized protruding dots made Zhang Yi almost gasp in shock.

  The Purple Gold Tree is a treasure of traditional Chinese medicine and a legendary sacred tree.

  And each of its leaves is a precious medicine that cannot be obtained in large quantities. Ancient medical books have records, and the purple gold leaf, together with several other medicines, can be refined into spiritual pills after refining.

  Zhang Yi learned the method of refining that kind of elixir from ancient medical books.

  The round dots in the middle of the purple gold leaf pattern prove the age of the purple gold tree. One dot proves that the purple gold tree has grown for a hundred years, and on these three pieces of purple gold leaves, each piece actually has eight dots, proving that the purple gold tree that grew out of these three pieces of purple gold leaves has a lifespan of 800 years.

  "Heavens! The Purple Gold Tree with an 800-year lifespan, its value can no longer be measured in gold, just these three Purple Gold Leaves are probably treasures worth a city!"

  Irrepressible excitement made Zhang Yi's heart tremble.

  "Dude, are you okay? Is something wrong? They're selling those three leaves for 300 yuan, this vendor is too greedy. Let's go somewhere else." Ma Xinxin followed Zhang Yi's gaze to the three purple gold leaves, then looked at the price tag in front of them and nudged Zhang Yi's arm, saying softly.

  Zhang Yi swallowed hard, coming back to his senses from the shock, ignoring Mao Xinxin, and reached out to grab the three pieces of Zi Jin Ye wrapped in plastic bags. He looked at the stall owner who was calling out to other customers and said quickly: "Boss, I'll take these three pieces of leaves."

  The stall owner glanced at Zhang Yi, then glanced at the purple gold leaves in his hand, and chuckled: "300 yuan, no bargaining. If you buy other medicinal materials worth more than 5,000 yuan from my stall, I'll give you these three leaves for free."

  Zhang Yi took out his wallet, pulled out 300 yuan from inside, and handed it over. After shaking his head, he said:

  "It's okay, I don't need it."

  The smile on the stall owner's face disappeared a lot, took over 300 yuan, and no longer responded to Zhang Yi.

  "Dude, you actually spent 300 bucks on these few leaves that are almost withered?" Mao Xinxin said with a face full of incredulity.

  He didn't know what kind of tree these three leaves were from, but no matter how he looked at them, they didn't seem like medicinal herbs. Worth 300? Was this a scam?

  Zhang Yi didn't give Mao Xinxin an explanation, but instead, with a big smile on his face, he said: "Let's go somewhere else and take a look! I have a feeling that today's harvest will be quite rich."

  Mao Xinxin's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, and he thoughtfully looked at the three purple gold leaves in Zhang Yi's hand, wisely choosing to remain silent.

  Twenty minutes later.

  Zhang Yi stopped in front of one of the stalls, his eyes falling on the several green fruits in the hand of a middle-aged man who was haggling with the stall owner.

  Green Cloud Fruit?

  That middle-aged man, with a displeased face, said: "Boss, you've set the price too high. These few green fruits are actually six thousand yuan, isn't that too black? You say they're used for brewing wine and have invigorating effects, who knows if it's true or not? Make it cheaper, six hundred yuan, I'll buy these three green fruits."

  Young stall owner shook his head and said, "No way, no way. When I first bought it from the mountain people, it wasn't just this price. They said that this kind of fruit is not common, and the men there use it to make wine to drink. The men over there are all energetic and lively, and they can satisfy their wives at home. So, the price cannot be reduced by a single cent. If you buy it, we'll trade directly. If you don't buy it, take a look at other medicinal materials."

  "This..."

  A middle-aged man looked at the three Qingyun fruits in his hand and hesitated.

  Zhang Yi, standing by, was secretly anxious. These three Qingyun fruits were rare and precious treasures. To say nothing of 6,000 yuan, even if it were 6 million, if sold to those men who needed them, the price would not be limited to that amount.

  And!

  Still the price of a green cloud fruit.

  What's wrong?

  If this middle-aged man grits his teeth and buys it down, he will lose this opportunity to make money!

  In his mind, he fantasized about Li Cuie and Wang Xiaofei's disappointed faces, and immediately shook his head. He turned to Mao Xinxin beside him and said in a low voice: "If you ruin this deal, I'll give you 2,000 yuan."

  Mao Xinxin's expression was taken aback for a moment, and then revealed a few points of excitement.

  "Hey, hey, hey! I'm telling you, boss, how can you cheat people with this kind of fruit again? Six thousand yuan? Black... really black. Even if I were the 'eyes' of this medicinal material market, I couldn't bear it. These few pieces of fruit aren't even worth six mao."

  Mao Xinxin took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a few puffs with relish. Only then did he glance sideways at the young stall owner with disdain and say.

  "My surname is Zhou. Ma Xinxin, you have nothing better to do after eating your fill, so you come here to interfere with my business, huh?" The young stall owner glared at Ma Xinxin and shouted loudly.

  Mao Xinxin reached out and grabbed three Qingyun fruits from the middle-aged man's hand, weighing them in his palm for a moment before sneering: "By rights, I shouldn't interfere with your business, but you can't be too black-hearted! A couple of days ago, a customer told me he bought several such fruits from you to make wine, and it turned out to be a member of the 'instant shooting' category."

  As he spoke, he tossed three Qingyun fruits onto the stall.

  "You're talking nonsense!"

  The young stall owner was so angry that he almost couldn't speak, glaring at Mao Xinxin with a strong desire to teach him a lesson.

  The middle-aged man's face showed a strange expression and he turned around to leave. As he was leaving, he still gave Mao Xinxin a grateful look.

  "Hey, hey, hey, I'm telling you, Old Zhou, look at yourself, why are you still acting like you want to fight? Aren't we old friends? Alright, these three pieces of junk, lower the price a bit more, and let this customer of mine buy them." Mao Xinxin showed a sly smile, chuckling to himself.

  "Not for sale! I'd rather throw it to dogs than sell it."

  The young stall owner said angrily.

  Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes, very satisfied with Mao Xinxin's stirring up of the situation. Feeling that the time was ripe, he pulled a long face and turned to glare at Mao Xinxin in anger: "Xinxin, how can you be like this? Although we're relatives, I should criticize you at a time like this. Someone else has set up their stall to do business, what's it to you whether they're unscrupulous or not? Don't go offending people with things like this in the future."

  Mao Xinxin's eyes sparkled with understanding, and in an instant, she grasped Zhang Yi's meaning. She hastily pulled her head back, smiled awkwardly, and said: "Uh...cough, yes, yes, Brother Zhang, you're right. I promise I won't dare to do it again."

  Zhang Yi finally turned his head in satisfaction, reached out and picked up three Qingyun fruits from the stall, looked at the young stall owner with a bitter smile and said: "Boss, don't treat me like my ignorant cousin, I'll take these three fruits. Consider it an apology on his behalf."

  "Older brother, this..."

  Mao Xinxin loudly shouted in a pretentious manner.

  "Shut up!"

  Zhang Yi also pretended to be angry, turning his head and glaring at Mao Xinxin loudly.

  The young stall owner looked at Zhang Yi, then at Mao Xinxin, and the angry expression on his face finally dissipated a lot. He snorted: "Mao Xinxin, look at your brother-in-law, how reasonable he is. And look at you, you look even older than your brother-in-law. This isn't your fault, but looking so old and running out to cheat people is your wrongdoing. Alright, I'm a big-hearted person, three fruits, I'll give them to you for 500 yuan less, 5,500 yuan."