Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

The next afternoon.

Old Zhao stood respectfully outside the door.

Chen Qing pushed open the door and stepped out, having changed into a brand new dark blue executive uniform.

"Reporting to the Executive, this old man has finished the preliminary processing of the Iron Shell Turtle materials."

Old Zhao bowed respectfully, "The turtle meat has also been distributed according to your instructions. Everyone is grateful for the Executive's kindness. This is the list of processed materials and this subordinate's estimated value."

He handed over a neatly written list.

Chen Qing took it and glanced over it: turtle shell, bone spikes, claws, heart essence blood (three bottles). Excluding the meat, the estimated value was roughly ten thousand taels of silver.

This was only a preliminary estimate. If they encountered buyers in urgent need or those who knew the true value, the price could be even higher.

"Thank you for your hard work."