Zhang Nan, who was sucked into the black hole, naturally didn't see it, and after he disappeared in place, a person came out of the grass not far away.

"This matter must be reported to the emperor as soon as possible." After the man finished speaking, he turned around and ran in the direction of Chang'an City.

Late at night, the Imperial Study.

At this time, Comrade Li Er was playing with the purple sand teapot that he had plundered from Zhang Nan in his hand, and while looking at the delicate teapot, Li Er asked, "Are you saying that Qingquan disappeared after a thunderclap?" ”

"The subordinates didn't dare to hide it, Lord Zhang did disappear after a thunderclap, and the subordinates also stood where Lord Zhang stood just now and looked at it, but they found nothing." The man arched his hand and said to Li Er.

"Okay, I know, don't make a noise about this matter, you go down and take care of your mouth." Li Er waved his hand and signaled that he could get out.

"The subordinates retired."

After the spy who gave Li Er the news left, Li Er's face became solemn, and after putting the purple sand teapot in his hand on the table, Comrade Li Er's fingers beat rhythmically on the table.

"Qingquan, Qingquan, how many things do you have that I don't know?" Li Er sat on the chair in the imperial study alone and said to himself.

Of course, all this is no longer something that Zhang Nan can know.

Now Zhang Nan is standing on the road with a melancholy face, the city is still the same city, and the cars are still those cars, but Zhang Nan found an important problem, that is, the house he rented before has been re-rented, and all the things he used to put in the house are gone.

As for whether the landlord took it, Zhang Nan doesn't know, although there is nothing in the small rental house.

Zhang Nan looked at the only remaining Grandpa Mao in his wallet, first found a small stall to eat beautifully, and then began to look for a buyer of his 500-year-old ginseng.

Originally, in order to keep a low profile, Zhang Nan specially selected a Chinese medicine shop with a relatively small face to see if they could accept it, but when the group of people saw Zhang Nan's ginseng, they all wanted to eat Zhang Nan alive, but no one quoted more than one million, obviously treating Zhang Nan as a hillbilly who had just come from the countryside.

In the end, Zhang Nan decided to go to the traditional Chinese medicine shop known as a century-old brand, although it is said to be a traditional Chinese medicine shop, but it is actually a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, and everything is the same as the doctors in the past.

As soon as he stepped into the door of this shop, Zhang Nan smelled a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, which was not good, but it was not unpleasant.

The nurse at the front desk sitting at the door saw Zhang Nan coming in, so she asked, "Hello sir, do you want to see a doctor?" ”

"No, I'm here to ask if you accept medicinal herbs here." Zhang Nan said.

Hearing Zhang Nan say this, the nurse immediately regarded Zhang Nan as one of those salesmen who sold Chinese medicinal materials. Although she was very dissatisfied, the nurse still said very politely: "I'm sorry sir, the medicinal materials we have here are all exclusively supplied, and we have no intention of buying medicinal materials from outside." ”

When Zhang Nan heard this, he knew that the nurse had misunderstood, so Zhang Nan shook his hand and said, "No, no, no, you misunderstood, I just have a ginseng plant that I want to sell." ”

As soon as the nurse heard Zhang Nan's words, she knew what Zhang Nan meant, so she said with an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, I can't call the shots in this matter, you wait." With that, the nurse hurried upstairs to call someone.

In fact, such Chinese medicine shops will accept Chinese herbal medicines, except for those extremely ordinary, there are special supply channels for medicinal materials, cherished medicinal materials can also be sold here, after all, these shops can sell medicinal materials through many more channels than private individuals.

After a while, an old man came down from the upper floor.

"Is this gentleman going to sell ginseng?" The old man looked at Zhang Nan and said.

"That's right, it's me." Zhang Nan said.

"Then can you let me take a look at the ginseng plant so I can estimate the price?" The old man said.

"Yes, please see." Zhang Nan said, took out the wrapped ginseng from the bag he was carrying, and handed it to the man.

The old man took it, and then walked to the small table on the other side with the cloth bag, Zhang Nan also walked over with him, and after the two sat down at the table, the old man slowly opened the cloth bag.

The moment he saw the contents of the cloth bag, Zhang Nan obviously saw that the old man's whole person was tense, but soon, the shocked look on the old man's face was forcefully suppressed, and then the old man raised his head and looked at Zhang Nan carefully.

"Young man, where did you get this ginseng plant?" The old man was obviously very interested in this 500-year-old ginseng.

"This, it's my secret, just tell me if you accept this thing." Zhang Nan said. Zhang Nan really has no way to explain how this thing came about, and it can't be said that the great Emperor Li Shimin rewarded him for his poor health.

"Ah, I understand, in that case, the old man won't hide it from you, this ginseng plant is a hundred years old, if you are interested in selling it, the old man is willing to buy it for a million, what do you think?" The old man said.

Hearing the words of the old man in front of him, Zhang Nan wanted to stuff the ginseng into the old man's mouth, and the slaughterer didn't slaughter it like this, the year is four hundred years, what else is there to talk about?

Seeing that Zhang Nan was silent, the old man thought that Zhang Nan didn't understand anything, so he said: "This price is a lot, after all, a fifty-year-old ginseng is only 300,000 to 500,000, and the amount of your ginseng is average, but the beard is well preserved, so let's do it, old man, I am adding 100,000 to you, what do you think?" ”

The old man in front of Zhang Nan obviously regarded Zhang Nan as a junior brother who didn't understand anything, it sounded quite reasonable, he had only 300,000 ginseng in 50 years, and he could sell 1 million in 100 years as if he had earned it.

However, the old man treats Zhang Nan as a fool, it doesn't mean that Zhang Nan is really a fool, the longer the ginseng thing, the more years it gets, the price doubles and rises, and when the old man said that this ginseng is only a hundred years old, Zhang Nan decided that even if he soaked this ginseng slices in water and drank it, he would not sell it to this black shop.

It's so dark that Zhang Nan, a black businessman, is ashamed of himself.

"That's it, I'm thinking about it, please give me back the ginseng." After Zhang Nan finished speaking, he used his hands to take his ginseng.