Upon hearing the sound, Xia Qingqing immediately put away the tablet in her hand: "Yes, get up, I'll get out of bed right away."

After getting out of bed, Xia Qingqing put on those black leather shoes. Hehe, she doesn't like to keep new clothes and shoes; she just wants to wear them right away.

Liu Huimin immediately noticed the pretty little leather shoes and asked curiously, "Hey, Qingqing, did you buy these shoes at the department store today? They're really nice, they look different from the leather shoes I've bought before."

"Hehe, I think it looks pretty good too," Xia Qingqing chuckled, neither confirming nor denying it.

Fortunately, Liu Huimin only made a casual compliment and did not intend to buy the same style. Otherwise, Xia Qingqing would have had to find another excuse to explain where the shoes came from.

......

On the other side, Zhou Wei received two discs sent by Xia Qingqing.

Neither of the two plates is very large, and they do look like antiques, but she doesn't know much about them, so she needs a professional to appraise them.

Zhou Wei's curiosity was piqued, and the next day she went to the antique shop closest to the school during her lunch break.

In Zhou Wei's mind, everything Xia Qingqing had must be valuable; this plate must be worth at least tens of thousands of yuan.

Xia Qingqing: You overestimate me. Back in the day, I had to go up the mountain to dig for wild vegetables.

Zhou Wei took the plate to an antique shop. The owner told her that although the plate looked like an ancient craft, he couldn't tell the specific dynasty and it didn't have much collectible value. However, it was quite nice as a decorative item. He offered her 3,000 yuan if she was willing to sell it.

This was completely unexpected for Zhou Wei. It shouldn't be like this; Xia Qingqing never gave her anything at a discount.

Undeterred, she took the time to visit two more antique shops, but the prices offered by the other two owners were not as high as those offered by the first owner.

If only one store said this, she might feel cheated, but if three stores all said the same thing, it proves that the disc is indeed not very valuable.

Zhou Wei told Xia Qingqing the results of the test.

Xia Qingqing hadn't held out much hope, after all, it was just two plates for holding mung bean cakes. She readily gave the two plates to Zhou Wei, letting her sell them or keep them as a collectible.

Zhou Wei quite liked the two discs. Besides, she could only sell them for a maximum of 6,000 yuan, so she simply kept them. They wouldn't take up much space in the system's warehouse anyway.

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Yuan Xin discovered something valuable while delivering goods this time—ginseng.

He had just been habitually checking out the black market wherever he went, but unexpectedly he ran into an old man selling ginseng.

Yuanxin would never miss out on something so good; of course, he would find a way to buy it.

When Yuan Xin asked about the price, he was shocked. A ginseng root that was about 30 years old was only selling for 40 yuan. In Beijing, the price would be at least double.

The old man looked at Yuan Xin without saying a word, thinking that he was scared off by the price: "Young man, I have no choice but to sell ginseng on the black market. My grandson has been sick and hospitalized recently, and we have spent a lot of money. If you really want to buy it, just give me 38 yuan. I really can't go any lower."

After saying this, the old man sighed softly. His family had been worried sick lately, and they were about to go hungry because they needed to pay for their grandson's medical treatment.

He had asked at a pharmacy, but they were only willing to pay 8 yuan for it, which was too low. The old man had no other choice but to try his luck at the black market.

“No problem, I’ll buy the ginseng.” Yuan Xin didn’t expect that his momentary daze would save him two yuan. Without saying a word, he took out 38 yuan and handed it to the old man.

If it were someone else, he would have to haggle down a few more dollars, but the old man looked pitiful and didn't need the few dollars, so he decided to let it go.

When the old man heard that Yuan Xin was really willing to buy his ginseng, he almost burst into tears of joy: "Young man, thank you so much."

With this money, we can pay off part of the debts left over from the family's famine.

Yuan Xin waved his hand dismissively: "Grandpa, don't thank me, this is a fair trade."

"Thank you, thank you," he said. If this young man hadn't bought his ginseng, he would have had to sell it to a pharmacy, losing 30 yuan in profit.

Yuan Xin handed over three large ten-yuan bills plus eight yuan in change. The old man counted the money immediately and, after confirming that the amount was correct, handed the wrapped ginseng to Yuan Xin.

Yuan Xin chuckled as he took the ginseng and put it in his bag, casually asking, "Grandpa, do you have any more ginseng like this at home?"

The old man was taken aback when he heard this, then quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, I have two more at home, one about the same size as this one, and the other is 50 years old. Young man, do you still want to buy one?"

Yuan Xin raised an eyebrow. He had originally just wanted to try his luck and ask one more question, but he didn't expect to actually get the answer.

He smiled and looked at the old man, saying, "I want to buy it. Are you willing to sell it to me?"

The old man nodded repeatedly. He had finally met a generous buyer, how could he possibly miss out?

Actually, he had more than two plants at home, but he couldn't bear to sell them all; he wanted to keep some for his family in case of emergencies.

The old man wasn't stupid; he realized that Yuan Xin probably bought ginseng not just to keep for his own consumption, but he didn't care what Yuan Xin was really up to.

“Young man, tell me the truth, how many ginseng roots do you want to buy? Let me tell you, almost every household in our village has dug up some ginseng on the mountain. If you’re willing to buy, I can help you ask around.”

Yuan Xin's eyes lit up upon hearing this. He had met a good person! He could make a lot of money by trading between his two hands.

Unfortunately, he only brought 500 yuan with him this time, so he couldn't afford to buy too many ginsengs. Fortunately, he could ask Song Ze to wire him money.

"Grandpa, I'll take as much ginseng as you have from your village, similar in quality to what you sold me. Give me an address and I'll ask around in your village if anyone's willing to sell. I'll come collect it tomorrow," Yuan Xin said, adding, "I'll come and collect it as much as you have.

"I'll trouble you to arrange this, and I'll give you 20 yuan as a tip."

"Hey, leave this to me, they'll definitely be willing to sell," the old man said, his eyes narrowing into slits as he grinned, revealing his teeth.

The people in their village were just like his family; it wasn't that they didn't want to sell ginseng, but rather that they didn't want to sell it at such a low price. Except for families who were in dire need of money, they generally wouldn't sell ginseng to pharmacies.

Yuan Xin made an appointment with the old man for tomorrow's visit and then left, as he needed to hurry and have Song Ze wire him the money.