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When Tang Feng had patted Ma Youming on the shoulder just now, he took the opportunity to jab a silver needle into his laryngeal nerve, temporarily rendering him voiceless.

He knew this Ma Youming was persistent and would definitely come to expose him to the club.

So, he decided to teach him a lesson and let him know his capabilities.

Now it seemed that he had achieved the desired effect.

Ma Youming was clearly terrified.

“My friend is not in a good mental state. Please prepare another private room for us,” Mao Anyi said, knowing Tang Feng had to deal with the situation, so she asked the reception staff to open another private room.

Tang Feng half-supported, half-dragged Ma Youming into the private room.

Ma Youming frantically signaled for help to the two receptionists.

But it did not arouse their suspicion.

Firstly, Mao Anyi was a public figure who definitely wouldn’t openly do something illegal.

Secondly, Ma Youming did seem to be in an abnormal mental state and really needed some rest.

As soon as they entered the private room, Ma Youming knelt down in front of Tang Feng with a “thump,” unable to make any sound, he could only silently plead.

Tang Feng ignored him, sat down at the tea table, poured himself a cup of tea and said, “Call Mr. Chang.”

Actually, Mao Anyi thought the same.

Since Ma Youming was sent by Mr. Chang, how to deal with him still depended on Mr. Chang’s opinion.

She immediately called Mr. Chang.

Before she could say anything, Tang Feng snatched the phone and started scolding, “Mr. Chang, right? Do you even know how to do your job? Who did you send over here? Taking us for fools…”

Mao Anyi was startled.

Mr. Chang was Elder Ouyang’s assistant. In Zhonghai, who wouldn’t give him some respect?

Yet Tang Feng dared to scold him like this, wasn’t he being too rash?

She could no longer maintain her composure, hurriedly snatched the phone back and said, “Mr. Chang, I’m really sorry, my friend, he… he’s drunk.”

After a moment, Mr. Chang’s calm voice came through, “Miss Mao, what exactly happened?”

Mao Anyi sighed and promptly told him everything about how Ma Youming was making a scene, threatening and tempting them.

After Mr. Chang heard everything, his voice became noticeably colder, “Miss Mao, I apologize. Ma Youming was introduced to me by a friend. His medical skill is indeed not bad, but I hadn’t realized his character was so despicable. I’m very sorry for the trouble caused to you.”

Mao Anyi was taken aback when Mr. Chang actually apologized to her, and she became somewhat flustered, “Mr. Chang, don’t say that, you were also deceived by this man, how could we blame you?”

“Rest assured, Miss Mao, I will give you a satisfactory resolution. Please hand the phone to Ma Youming.”

Although Mr. Chang was trying to restrain himself, his anger was evident.

Mao Anyi immediately turned on the speakerphone.

Then, Mr. Chang’s chilling voice came through, “Ma Youming, is there an issue with that wild ginseng?”

Ma Youming shuddered when he heard Mr. Chang’s voice, opened his mouth but no sound came out, and he quickly looked at Tang Feng with pleading eyes.

Tang Feng walked over and massaged his neck a couple of times.

“Ah…”

Ma Youming tried speaking and found that he could make a sound, immediately amazed by Tang Feng’s miraculous methods.

“Mr. Chang, the wild ginseng has… has no problem, it truly is… thirty years old,” he said, not daring to hide anything when facing Mr. Chang.

Mao Anyi glared angrily at him. So he had been deceiving her?

The ginseng was actually thirty years old?

“Then why did you lie to Miss Mao, saying it was ten years old?” Mr. Chang’s voice was even more tranquil but chilling to the bone.

“I… I saw that the two of them were young and thought… thought I could buy it cheaply, make… make a profit, and also… also get on Mr. Ouyang’s good side…” Ma Youming knew his actions were shameful, and his voice trailed off towards the end.

“How much is that wild ginseng worth?”

“Thirty-year-old wild ginseng is exceedingly rare and basically priceless. But this one is in perfect condition, without any damage, worth at least… at least over five million.”

“Heh, making a profit. A wild ginseng worth five million and you thought you could buy it for two hundred thousand? Isn’t that the same as outright robbery?”

“Mr. Chang, I know I was wrong, please give me another chance,” Ma Youming begged, sensing Mr. Chang’s anger.

“Begging me is pointless, you should beg Miss Mao and her friend instead. Whatever you do, you must gain their forgiveness. If you dare mess up Mr. Ouyang’s big plans, you know the consequences,” Mr. Chang said, then hung up the phone.

Ma Youming was dazed for a while, and when he looked back at Tang Feng and the other, he immediately put on a flattering smile, “Miss Mao, I… I was just kidding with you guys, hope you won’t take it to heart.”

“Kidding? Mr. Ma, that joke of yours is really quite something,” Mao Anyi said, her chest heaving with the effort to suppress her anger.

A thirty-year-old wild ginseng worth five million was claimed by him to be ten-year-old, and he wanted to buy it for just two hundred thousand.

When Ye Feng had refused earlier, she thought he was being unappreciative.

But, to her astonishment, it was she who failed to appreciate the situation.

She had been completely fooled by him.

If it hadn’t been for Tang Feng today, she might have sold the invaluable ginseng for the price of cabbage.

Being played for a fool like this would anger anyone.

Ma Youming understood he had offended them too deeply and could only continue to beg for mercy.

But neither Tang Feng nor Mao Anyi were moved in the slightest.

“Just give up that thought. I’d rather feed the ginseng to dogs than sell it to you,” Tang Feng said as he enjoyed his tea, and he couldn’t help but admit that the more he drank this Da Hong Pao, the more flavorful it became.

He was starting to enjoy tea drinking and thought that he definitely needed to stock up on some tea leaves at home.

Seeing that they had flatly refused, Ma Youming knew he had to make some sacrifices to make amends today.

Biting his lip, he suddenly took out an exquisite wooden box from his chest.

“As long as you agree to sell the wild ginseng to Mr. Chang, this set of Panlong Needles… I’ll give it to you for free!”