"Damn!"
"That's awesome! This person seems extraordinary. They even have those kinds of spices."
"I can smell the spices from here... They're truly fragrant."
The atmosphere grew agitated, and even President Gong's throat began to quiver. His eyes narrowed as he already imagined scooping up some cumin chili powder later.
Jing Shu had perfectly timed her harvest; she had just grown various spices like star anise, Sichuan peppercorns, and dried tangerine peel in her space. Having just collected a batch, she figured some big shots at the Black Market would surely want these rare spices. It turned out she was right.
The usually calm young man was surprised. He crouched down, professionally fanning the air with his hand, wafting the aroma of these spices.
The second step of appraisal: observe their color and appearance.
After a thorough inspection of all the spices in the box, the young man stood up, his expression very serious, and said, "I want all of these. Name your price."
