"Department Director Wei..." Mao Wu Mountain Master trembled violently twice. "Oh my heavens, such an esteemed figure, why would he come to our Medicinal Herb Mountain number 106? Could it be that our Medicine Mountain's harvest is outstanding this year, surpassing all other Medicine Mountains? Is Department Director Wei personally here to commend us?"
Yang Tianbao, this fellow, puffed out his chest with pride, casting his gaze haughtily around him. "Hehe, speaking of which, this year I, Yang, have submitted a full eight thousand-year-old medicinal herbs. Perhaps Department Director Wei has come specifically for me."
Manager Wang He was also unwilling to show weakness, stroking his beard as he took over the conversation. "Hehe, Manager Yang has performed remarkably, handing over eight thousand-year-old medicinal herbs, but Wang is not far behind. I have also submitted five thousand-year-old medicinal herbs and a dozen rare medicinal herbs."
