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
"Is this card authentic?" John queried, eyeing Benjamin with skepticism. A disdainful expression adorned his face as he scrutinized Benjamin, who failed to emanate any aura of affluence. "I apologize, Sir. We've had instances where individuals assert possession of a black card, only for us to discover they are, in fact, counterfeit," John explained.Benjamin raised an eyebrow. He sighed softly. He understood what John was trying to say. He squinted his eyes while waving his black card."So, you think my card is fake?" Benjamin asked."Of course," John confidently replied. "I need to make sure whether the card you have is genuine or not."A chuckle escaped Benjamin's lips as he shook his head. He presented his black card and remarked, "Can't you perceive that this card is directly issued by Citibank? My name is explicitly stated on the card, as clear as day."John deliberately averted his gaze, even as the undeniable evidence of Citibank's endorsement adorned Benjamin's black card. How
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
Feifei delicately reached into Benjamin's left pants pocket. Yet, all she could find within was a wallet.Benjamin spoke with calm assurance, "The ID card you're looking for is tucked away safely in that wallet of mine."Feifei couldn't shake off a slight sense of unease as she asked, "Sir, do you mind if I take a peek inside?"Benjamin offered a simple nod, affirming, "You possess complete authority in this matter."Following this, Feifei deftly opened Benjamin's wallet, swiftly extracting his identification card. Upon a cursory examination, she couldn't help but observe that Benjamin's wallet seemed rather devoid, perhaps not even containing a sum exceeding $50.The peculiarity struck Feifei as rather uncommon; a high-ranking executive brandishing a black card, yet his rather modest faux-leather wallet held no more than a meager $50. An intriguing contradiction, wouldn't you agree?Certainly, one could easily misconstrue him as a potential pilferer of executive black cards, given hi
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
Benjamin sighed heavily. He looked pityingly at Evelyn. John couldn't shake the nagging awareness that, in the span of just one month, the multitude of deductions Evelyn faced could easily diminish her hard-earned paycheck to mere vapors. Likewise, Benjamin staunchly believed that hidden beneath the repetitive slashes on the salary sheet were scheming individuals with less-than-honorable intentions, shamelessly capitalizing on the chance to encroach upon the deserved privileges of those under their charge.While Benjamin wasn't an entirely saintly or noble-hearted individual, he harbored a strong aversion to the oppression of the vulnerable.After thoughtful consideration, Benjamin shared, "In the near future, you'll be assuming John's position. You'll be overseeing the management of Treasure Village and elevating it into a much-improved establishment."To Benjamin, Evelyn stood out as one of those dedicated employees who served him with genuine enthusiasm and sincerity. In his eyes
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
Joseph exited the room gracefully, guided by one of his dedicated aides. A hushed ambiance enveloped the space as Benjamin and Evelyn found themselves alone, their presence lingering in the stillness that remained.The tears had ceased, yet traces of emotion etched across Evelyn's countenance. The prospect of a significant turn in her life had never crossed her mind before. Her existence, up until now, had unfolded in the steady cadence of the ordinary, devoid of any grand expectations. Yet, on this day, the whims of Fortune seemed to favor her, unveiling an extraordinary miracle that she hadn't dared to anticipate.Indeed, Evelyn christened the day's events as nothing short of a miracle. In the blink of an eye, her life underwent a profound transformation. What other term could aptly capture such a swift and unforeseen metamorphosis if not the enchanting essence of a miracle?All this time, she lived her life as an ordinary employee gracefully. Moreover, she realized that her educati