The soft tendrils of morning sunlight gently permeated Benjamin's room, casting a warm glow through the minute crevices in the window. With a languid stretch, Benjamin gracefully shifted onto his side and gracefully rose from the comfort of his bed, embracing the new day that unfolded before him. Driven by a sense of purpose, he promptly made his way to the bathroom, where the promise of revitalization awaited him. In the sacred confines of the lavatory, he immersed himself in the rituals of cleansing and rejuvenation, carefully attending to each detail as he readied himself to embark upon the journey that lay beyond the threshold of his dwellingAs if he was not tired at all, Benjamin left Albert's residence in his old sedan.Last night, he and Valerie arrived home at three fifteen. Counting, Benjamin had only slept for less than three hours today. However, his body still felt fit as if he did not do anything tiring last night. In fact, he did not only walk around with Valerie. La

Benjamin took a deep, contented breath as the rich aroma of the purple ginseng filled his lungs, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.Based on his observations, all these ginseng were of the highest quality with an average age of over ten years.However, notwithstanding this fact, a portion of the ginseng tucked away in the drawer exhibited an even lower quality, bordering on the verge of being deemed nearly unfit for any practical use.In a hushed murmur, Benjamin remarked, "Treasure Village lives up to its name—there are treasures indeed. It's no surprise Joshua managed to secure herbs of the finest quality when he visited this place."Benjamin, perceptive as ever, realized that with such outstanding attributes, Treasure Village appeared oblivious to the fact that they possessed a veritable treasure trove of purple ginseng. It seemed they regarded it merely as ordinary, unaware of its exceptional value that could command a premium price.And so, with a discerning gaze, Benjamin in

The police officers arrived at the scene only to discover a young man already handcuffed, leading them to presume he was the prime suspect of the day. Yet, what confounded them was the peculiar absence of any telltale signs of guilt or anxiety in the young man's expression. His countenance remained as tranquil and untroubled as a serene lake."What transpired here? Could someone provide an explanation to us?" inquired one of the commanding police officers, seeking clarity on the unfolding situation.John stepped forward, assuming an arrogant demeanor as he narrated the events according to his version. "This individual arrived at Treasure Village with the intention of purchasing a substantial amount of ginseng, claiming to possess a black card. Given his rustic appearance, doubt naturally crept in regarding whether he was the rightful owner of said black card. My intention was merely to verify the authenticity of his card. However, he haughtily refused and declared he would explore ano

About five minutes later, Evelyn returned with a tray containing a cup of Darjeeling Tea. She placed the cup on the table. She invited Benjamin to enjoy the tea.Evelyn cleared her throat with poise, offering her words with politeness and respect, "I've reached out to my superior; he is Mr. Joseph Moore. Presently, he is outside the province, but he has graciously agreed to rendezvous with you and assured that he will promptly make his way here."Benjamin nodded briefly. He was more interested in the Darjeeling Tea in front of him than the news about the owner of Treasure Village. Benjamin lifted the teacup and then smelled the aroma of the tea. His eyes were closed, while he wondered what aromas he could find in the cup of tea.Upon opening his eyes, Benjamin inquired, "Would you not care to indulge in the same tea and join me in this delightful sip, Evelyn?"Evelyn chuckled, albeit with a subtle stiffness in her laughter. "I'm sorry, but I lean towards wine over the bitterness of te

Joseph stroked his chin thoughtfully, his voice carrying a playful undertone, "Yet, even though I sense you're the ideal heir to Treasure Village's essence, I won't be offering any special discounts, hahaha!"A faint smile graced Benjamin's lips as he cut to the chase, "So, how much is the price tag for Treasure Village, Mr. Moore?"Mr. Moore's grin widened, revealing a sense of humor. "I aim to retire and depart in tranquility. To ensure a peaceful afterlife, I must leave a substantial inheritance for my descendants, sparing me heavenly disturbances. Hm, how about a neat 10 billion?""Oh?" Benjamin was quite surprised by the amount.Joseph's tone took on a challenging edge as he continued, "What's your take on that, Mr. Frost? I had the notion you might wield an executive black card from Citibank, considering your considerable wealth. However, if you find yourself a bit short on funds, feel free to kickstart the bidding."Benjamin smiled bitterly. Ten billion dollars was not a big am