The ten tons of balsam and two to three hundred kilograms of ambergris piled in the basement were undeniably shocking.
Even Wittmore, who prided himself on remaining unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, felt his heart suddenly race at the sight of such high-quality raw materials, and it seemed as if his heart might leap out of his chest.
Not to mention Auvergne, who had long since lost his composure. When he saw the goods, he couldn't stop trembling all over, his lips quivering as he muttered, "Oh my God..." and then fell silent, his eyes fixed squarely on the goods, unable to find any words to describe his current emotions.
"All the goods are here. If you don't feel assured, feel free to inspect them." Huo Sining said with a smile.
Auvergne snapped back to reality, realizing his loss of composure. He quickly adjusted his emotions, put on his glasses, and took out his toolbox, starting to sample the goods.
