Gu Jin sat on the bed, slipping off her shoes, sitting cross-legged like that.
"How big a place do you need? What herbs do you plan to sell? This business might not be easy to run..."
Qiu Qianghai's voice grew fainter, and if not for Gu Jin's excellent hearing, she might not have caught the last few words.
Then Qiu Qianghai's shocked voice came through the receiver: "You're not thinking of selling ginseng, are you?!"
Gu Jin didn't refute, instead letting out a low, delightful laugh: "It's not just ginseng I can sell; I have other herbs. As long as it's on the market, I buy and sell it."
She had been considering this for a long time.
Ever since she decided to pursue alchemy, she'd been thinking of having her own pharmacy, gathering every medicinal herb in the world.
She had a personal space; as long as she had seeds, she could easily hasten the growth of those herbs.
