Zhang Nan, who was sucked into the black hole, naturally would not see it. After he disappeared on the spot, a person emerged from the grass not far away.

"You must report this matter to the emperor as soon as possible." After the man said that, he turned around and ran towards Chang'an City.

Late at night, Imperial Study Room.

At this time, Comrade Li Er played with the purple clay teapot that he had plundered from Zhang Nan in his hand. While looking at the exquisite teapot, Li Er asked: "Are you saying that Qingquan disappeared after a thunderclap?"

"I dare not hide it. Lord Zhang did disappear after a thunderclap. I stood there where Lord Zhang was standing just now and looked, but I found nothing." The man bowed and said to Li Er.

"Okay, I understand. Don't make any noise about this. You go down and keep your mouth in mind." Li Er waved his hand and signaled that he could get out.

"Subordinates surrender."

After the spy who informed Li Er left, Li Er's expression became solemn. After putting the purple clay teapot in his hand on the table, Comrade Li Er's fingers rhythmically hit the table.

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

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

Now Zhang Nan is standing on the main road with a melancholy expression on his face. The city is still the same city, and the cars are still the same. However, Zhang Nan discovered an important problem, that is, the house he rented before had been re-rentaled, and all the things he had placed in the house were gone.

As for whether the landlord took it away, Zhang Nan was unknown, although there was nothing in the small rental house.

Zhang Nan looked at the only one left in his wallet, and first found a small stall to have a good meal, and then started looking for his own buyer of 500-year-old ginseng.

In order to keep a low profile, Zhang Nan specially selected a Chinese medicine shop with a smaller front to see if they were to accept it. As a result, when the group saw Zhang Nan's ginseng, they all wanted to eat Zhang Nan alive. However, none of them had a quote of more than one million, and they obviously regarded Zhang Nan as a country bumpkin who had just come from the countryside.

In the end, Zhang Nan decided to go to the traditional Chinese medicine shop, which is known as a century-old brand. Although it is a traditional Chinese medicine shop, it is actually still a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, and all the patterns are the same as those of the doctors in the past.

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

The nurse sitting at the front desk where she saw Zhang Nan coming in, and asked, "Hello sir, are you going to see a doctor?"

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

Hearing Zhang Nan say this, the nurse immediately treated Zhang Nan as the salesmen who sell Chinese medicinal materials. Although she was very dissatisfied, the nurse still said very politely: "Sorry, sir, we are all specialized in medicinal materials, and we have no intention of buying medicinal materials from outside."

When Zhang Nan heard this, he realized that the nurse had misunderstood, so Zhang Nan shook his hand and said, "No, no, you misunderstood. I just have a ginseng plant for sale."

When the nurse heard Zhang Nan's words, she realized what Zhang Nan meant, so she said with an apology: "I'm sorry, I can't make decisions about this matter, wait." After that, the nurse hurried upstairs and called someone.

In fact, such Chinese medicine shops will collect Chinese medicinal materials. Except for those extremely ordinary medicinal materials with special supply channels, cherishing medicinal materials can also be sold here. After all, these shops have much more channels to sell medicinal materials than private ones.

Soon, an old man walked downstairs.

"Is this gentleman, do you want to sell ginseng?" the old man looked at Zhang Nan and said.

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

"Can I let me take a look at the ginseng plant first so that I can estimate the price?" said the old man.

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

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

The moment he saw the things in the cloth bag, Zhang Nan obviously saw that the old man was tense, but soon, the shocked expression on the old man's face was suppressed by force. Then the old man raised his head and looked at Zhang Nan carefully.

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

"This is 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. It can't be said that it was rewarded by the great Emperor Li Shimin, who saw that he was not in good health.

"Ah, I understand. Since that's the case, the old man won't hide it from you. This ginseng plant has been around for a hundred years. If you are interested in selling it, the old man is willing to buy it for one million. What do you think?" said the old man.

When Zhang Nan heard the old man in front of him, he wanted to stuff the ginseng into the old man's mouth. He didn't kill the slaughter like this. He cut it for four hundred years. What else can he talk about?

Seeing Zhang Nan silent, the old man thought Zhang Nan knew nothing, so he spoke, "This price is quite high. After all, a ginseng that is fifty years old is only 300,000 to 500,000, and your ginseng is average, but the beard is well preserved. Let's do this, old man, I'm adding 100,000 to you. What do you think?"

The old man in front of Zhang Nan obviously regarded Zhang Nan as a Chu brother who didn't understand anything. It sounded quite reasonable. It only cost 300,000 yuan for fifty years, and it seemed like he could make a profit if he could sell one million yuan for fifty years.

However, the old man treated Zhang Nan as a fool, which does not mean that Zhang Nan is really a fool. The longer the ginseng is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is. When the old man said that this ginseng is only a hundred years old, Zhang Nan decided that even if he cut the ginseng into slices and soaked in water, he would not sell it to this black store.

It's so dark that Zhang Nan, a black businessman, feels inferior to himself.

"This is how I'm thinking about it. Please give me the ginseng." After Zhang Nan said that, he used his hand to pick up his ginseng.
Chapter completed!