Her eyes carried an undeniable determination, colliding with Zheng Jun's crafty gaze, sparks flying.
Su Yu was well aware that Zheng Jun wielded overwhelming power in this small town, but she understood even more that some things, even if they offended the powerful, could not be ignored.
Su Yu deliberately slowed her speech, meticulously analyzing the value of Purple Ganoderma, her words not only meant to educate Zheng Jun but also to spread knowledge to the people present, awakening their sense of fairness.
Her fingers gently caressed the smooth surface of the Ganoderma, her words earnest and powerful, trying to awaken everyone's sense of justice.
The farmer was initially just staring blankly at the scene but then seemed to come to an epiphany, joining in agreement.
His voice was full of simplicity and hope; even though he did not fully understand the intricacies, he felt the warmth and support conveyed in Su Yu's words, as if he had grasped a lifesaving straw.