บท 19: Chapter 19: How does this slap feel?

"Ah?... That..."

Su Yunshan was stunned.

Half a jar of medicinal liquor for ten million?

Wouldn't a whole jar be twenty million then?

A bottle of Louis XIII is at most three to fifty thousand, right?

How could it compare with Lu Ning's jar of medicinal liquor?

At that moment, it was as if a ray of light had appeared in the sky, shining down upon Lu Ning.

He instantly became the focus of the entire venue.

Su Yunshan's foolish son-in-law, the medicinal liquor he brought, it's actually this awesome?

Even Divine Doctor Qin is willing to make a high offer to buy it?

"Uh... Divine Doctor Qin, is this jar of medicinal liquor really that good?"

Wen Bin asked somewhat sheepishly.

If it weren't for knowing Qin Wenhong, some might even suspect he was a "shill" hired by Lu Ning.

"Wen Bin? Are you doubting my knowledge of medicinal liquor?"

Qin Wenhong frowned.