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Chen Xuan felt a surge of uncertainty in his heart.
"Is it done or not!? If everyone is as slow as you, how am I supposed to do business?" Old Liu said impatiently from below.
A heaviness settled in Chen Xuan's chest. He crouched down one last time and casually grabbed a bundle of seedlings. A flash of white light appeared in his eyes, and Bai Wu reemerged.
Chen Xuan lowered his head to look at the seedlings in front of him. A faint layer of Bai Wu enveloped them. They looked almost identical to the seedlings he had seen earlier.
Chen Xuan frowned slightly. His Perception Technique was still too rudimentary; if he had Jin Xiong's level of skill, he could easily tell at a glance whether the seedlings were diseased. As it stood, he could only communicate with them.
That's right. Communicate! As long as there was Ling Yun, the seedlings weren't dead yet, so communication was possible!
Chen Xuan scanned the truck and directly chose the largest seedling, which also had the richest Ling Yun energy. He grasped the tree and touched the Ling Yun.
After a moment of thought, Chen Xuan spoke in a low voice, "Have you been tampered with?"
He got straight to the point.
His question was direct.
The seedling transmitted information in fits and starts: "It hurts."
"Where?" Chen Xuan's eyes brightened as he hurriedly asked.
The seedling replied intermittently: "Root Medicine... it stimulates me... I won't survive for long."
So this is a trap set for me!
After receiving the information from the seedling, a glimmer of insight flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes.
The potion stimulated the roots of the seedlings, allowing inferior products to be sold as quality ones. This had always been a deceitful tactic employed by some unscrupulous merchants.
Chen Xuan never expected that on his first visit to procure seedlings, he would encounter a black-hearted merchant.
Three hundred thousand seedlings—who knows how much of that was mixed with potions to stimulate the roots of inferior seedlings!
Are you trying to trick me?
You’re pushing me into a corner!
A fierce glint flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes as he clapped his hands and jumped down from the truck.
"Have you seen enough? When will you ship them, expert?" Old Liu grinned, his smile not reaching his eyes, looking at Chen Xuan with a mocking expression.
At that moment, dozens of people had gathered near Old Liu's shop, pointing and whispering among themselves.
Outside the crowd, Chen Xuan's sharp eyes caught sight of several shop owners nearby. Clearly, they couldn’t resist coming to watch the spectacle.
You’ll be helping me out later!
Chen Xuan smiled faintly and said, "Have you seen enough? No problem, then we can proceed with the shipment. Boss, please settle the remaining payment!"
Old Liu approached with a cheerful demeanor, handing a payment QR code to Chen Xuan.
As Chen Xuan picked up the QR code, the onlookers let out a collective gasp at the imminent payment scene.
What’s going on?
After watching for so long, is this how it ends?
What a waste of time!
The crowd shook their heads, preparing to disperse. Just then...
Chen Xuan suddenly exclaimed, "Boss, when I came here, you mentioned that your Seedling has a guarantee of tenfold compensation for any fakes, right?"
Tenfold compensation for fakes?
The crowd, which was about to disperse, paused and turned to look at Chen Xuan with keen interest.
Old Liu's expression changed instantly, his gaze darkening.
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