The market was almost entirely flooded with fakes.
Even the genuine products didn't meet Li Xu's standards.
Frustrated, the two decided to stop wasting their time at the market.
Gao Yuan had been to Xinhui in his younger days and knew an old local friend named Old Liang.
Old Liang was a Xinhui native and an old farmer.
After some difficulty, the two finally found Old Liang in his village.
Old Liang was thrilled to see Gao Yuan. He enthusiastically welcomed them into his home and brewed a pot of tea made with genuine ten-year-old Dried Tangerine Peel.
The tea was a translucent golden color, its aroma rich and mellow, with a sweet aftertaste that lingered on the palate.
"Now *this* is real Dried Tangerine Peel!"
Gao Yuan took a sip, overcome with emotion.
After they explained their reason for visiting, Old Liang sighed and revealed the truth of the situation.
"Ah, Old Gao, you've come too late. The market has completely changed."
