Justin couldn't help but feel the irony. "You wanted the truth, and now that I've said it, you're upset and still insisting I make a purchase."
Some customers who had been selecting ginseng left immediately upon hearing about its questionable age.
Seeing them go, the shop owner shed his polite demeanor, eyes bulging with anger. Seizing Justin by the collar, he shouted, "You stupid punk, you've got some nerve to claim my ginseng's age is fake! No one's ever dared say that before. You've ruined my business, and whether you like it or not, you're buying all three ginsengs. Calculate the price and make him pay!"
The shop assistant, looking pleased, quickly responded, "Sure thing, boss. A hundred-year-old ginseng is 10,000 dollars per decade, totaling 100,000 dollars. The two fifty-year-old
