Chapter 145: The Fake Table

car-faced man kicked the fat vendor hard in the leg."Oh!" The plump stall owner was dumbfounded. He hurried from the room to fetch a chair for Chen Ping to sit on.After about ten minutes, a series of..."Damn, what are they bullsh*tting about I haven't heard of anyone coughing after drinking..."h hands he was about to snap it in half!"Chen Ping, brother, what are you going to do"He Zhigang's face turned pale. He knew that ginseng was only valuable when it was whole. Even if a single root was...