Chapter 7 - Pogushaling (2/2)

‘Is this young man indeed capable, or is he overestimating his capabilities?’

Not long after, what He Lin worried about would no longer be the other party’s strength. But regret that he had lied about his real spiritual level, extending the healing time significantly.

The next day, An Xian incurred an unmanned magnetic levitating vehicle and went straight to the largest trading market in Cangyan City.

This trading market covered an area of over 2,000 square kilometers that integrated auctions, retail and wholesale stores, planting, and medicinal refining in every nook inside. Sure enough, a day spent here would end you with all the things you need that correspond to those categories it catered to. One should expect that there would be no auspicious day that the market was not jammed pack with people. Without a doubt, that market was always bustling with lively chatter and excitement every day.

An Xian wandered around the wholesale area, traversing to the sea of people as he looked over the shelves of each shop one by one. Restorative materials were piled up in different categories. Most of which were of average quality, but occasionally, a small amount of high-quality restorative ingredients mingled within. An Xian’s target was those good restorative ingredients that were overlooked by the shopkeepers.

“Mr. Liu, this herbal medicine shop has a wide range of comprehensive ingredients, with each carries the highest quality and price that is more affordable than other pharmacies.” A confident voice rang out coming from the shop next door.

An Xian glanced at the medicinal materials that were deemed “of the highest quality” in the person’s mouth. Then retracted her gaze and continued to pick her things.

“Mr. Liu, you can just inspect the goods yourself. I believe you must have a better vision than me.”

“En, let me look at it first.”

An Xian only treated them as insignificant passers-by. Who knew that one of them even hesitated to shout her name during her buying time. “Roy? Are you Roy?”

She resembled the real Roy seventy to eighty percent, so it was not odd that they regarded her as him. This was also the reason she borrowed his identity.

Hearing her borrowed name, An Xian paused in her doings, raised her head, and looked at the person who just made the noise. A man stood there with brown hair, looking like in his twenties. A well-ironed Western suit, coupled with a shrewd and competent look, donned his medium-height frame on.

“Is it you?” He looked at her up and down with scrutiny, and finally, his haughty eyes stopped on her face with a weird expression. “I haven’t seen you in a few years, and you seem to have changed a lot.”

What’s with the strange “changed a lot”? Everyone was susceptible to changes.

An Xian cast her eyes on him flatly, as if there was nothing significant before her. And at high speed, quickly maneuvered through the memories he had got from Roy in his mind and found information about this seemingly pompous person.

He seemed to be Roy’s former classmate. Although Roy had forgotten his name, she vaguely recognized that there was nothing that screamed good about their relationship.

“Didn’t you go to Bellevue Medical School? It’s not the holiday season now. Why? Expelled from school?” Ou Hao said with a malicious smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

It was apparent that he was not aware that Roy had graduated from Bellevue Medical School in advance. An Xian did not bother to correct him. There was no need to waste precious expressions and time for passers-by whose names Roy did not even bother to remember.

“Tsk, you are still as dull as before.” Ou Hao glimpsed at the restorative materials in her hand and let out a ridiculous laugh, “The ability to discern medicine is as bad as ever.”

An Xian darted a glance at this overweening man. ‘He couldn’t even recognize such a rare Pogushaling yet still have the confidence to laugh at other’s poor eyesight?’

The appearance of this exotic material was very similar to the common Shique Mushroom, but there lies a great expanse of differences in quality and efficacy, with the former on top. If accidentally used as the said mushroom by someone who was unfamiliar with the goods, then it was definitely a reckless waste of excellent resources and likely to result in a defective product.

Because of the low demand, the supply channels of Pogushaling had never been many, and the quality was also unsatisfactory. The price of Pogushaling was ten times that of Shique Mushroom. Nowadays, some people consider Pogushaling with such high quality as an ordinary Shique Mushroom and sell them at a cheap price. How could An Xian not accept this wonderful reason?

Ou Hao saw that she did not say a word and felt a little bored. Just as he was about to leave, his eyes caught sight of the figure of Mr. Liu headed toward them. With a bulb flashed atop his head, he raised his voice and said, “Roy, Shique Mushroom was a mere common drug, yet there are also useful and awful points. Like the one in your hand—the color is dim, the shape is irregular, and the texture is too smooth. I tell you, it is not a great product at first sight.”

Mr. Liu’s figure had just reached the two of them. Hearing Ou Hao’s loud voice, he turned his head to look at the Pogushaling in An Xian’s hand, and a trace of hesitation flew across his face.

An Xian ignored the frothy person, took out the credit card and swiped it on the meter, and put the “common” Pogushaling into the bag without any trouble.

Seeing that his previous classmate ignored himself once again, Ou Hao said with a loathsome face, “Roy, it’s okay to be a person with poor talents, but you can’t be self-righteous. As long as your will to learn and inquire is strong, you can always gain something. But look at you. You have made no progress for so many years. Such a disappointment.”

An Xian put the Pogushaling into the polished shopping cart, took a step, and walked away that was neither hurried nor slow. But refined and carefree.

It enraged Ou Hao that he almost vomited blood on the spot.

Mr. Liu moved his lips as if he wanted to stop her, but gave up in the end.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Liu. That was my former classmate, with low mental talent and poor eyesight, which is laughable.” Ou Hao suppressed his seething anger and apologized through gritted teeth.

“Poor eyesight?” Mr. Liu looked at him with a wry smile. “Do you know what he bought just now?”

Ou Hao said, confused, “Isn’t it just a low-quality Shique Mushroom?”

“Haha, Shique Mushroom? No, no, no. It’s a high-quality trunk of ‘Pogushaling’.” A minute ago, Mr. Liu was not very sure until he found the young man had made a particular action. It was to wrap the Pogushaling in bright tinfoil and put it in a separate space. Bright tinfoil could dilute the smell mixed in with other herbs. Pogushaling was under the category of few restorative materials that needed to safeguard the purity of its unique fragrance.

Ou Hao’s face contorted with disbelief written on them. “Impossible.”

Mr. Liu explained neither to this foolish person. Instead, he said indifferently, “You know, you said something right—it’s okay to be a person with poor talent, but you cannot be self-righteous.

“Your classmate with ‘poor eyesight’ just used 1250 points to buy a trunk of Pogushaling, which is worth 13,000 points.”