"How much is this record player? I'll buy it!"

Li Banfeng took a fancy to this record player. Apart from other things, just the fact that it was steam-driven was a sophisticated mechanical device that could not be found even in Yuezhou.

If I bring this back to Yuezhou and sell it as a collection, I will definitely make a lot of money. Even if I don't sell it, keeping it for myself will also be a satisfying and good thing.

Shopkeeper Feng wiped the record player and said reluctantly: "This is handmade in Amikan. There are only two in Prostate. I really don't want to sell it."

Li Banfeng understood the meaning of this sentence, which was to increase the money.

"Shopkeeper Feng, name a price."

Shopkeeper Feng pondered for a while and held up two fingers.

Xiao Pang glared and said, "Twenty thousand?"

Shopkeeper Feng shook his head: "Huan Guo banknotes, two hundred thousand!"

"Two hundred thousand!" Xiao Pang showed a puzzled smile, "Boss, you really think we are fools."

Shopkeeper Feng said: "It's worth the money. You really can't bargain for it!"

Li Banfeng looked at the record player.

A simple mahogany cabinet with three brass trumpets on top, with steam still slowly emitting from the right trumpet.

"The flowers in the forest have withered, and my heart is buried with them. When the spring swallows return one day, where will I be~~"

The moving music still lingered in his ears, and Li Banfeng wanted to buy this record player more and more.

But two hundred thousand is too far for Li Banfeng.

He earned his tuition and living expenses by working part-time, and Li Banfeng never had an estate exceeding ten thousand yuan in his life.

He glanced at Qin Xiaopang, who glared and said, "Why are you looking at me? I've never seen so much money in my life. In our village, two hundred thousand is enough to build a house!"

A sickle costs five hundred, and building a house costs two hundred thousand?

Are you kidding?

Of course, this sickle is not an ordinary object, and I don’t know what the house that Qin Xiaopang mentioned is.

Li Banfeng's eyes were always on the record player. According to Li Banfeng's estimation, this record player could definitely be sold for 500,000 in Yuezhou. Li Banfeng was confident about the biggest investment of his life. He looked at the boss, straightened his back and said, "Keep this record player for me. I will definitely buy it!"

Shopkeeper Feng looked at Li Banfeng's eyes and felt that this sentence seemed to have a special weight.

He felt that Li Banfeng would really buy this record player.

"Okay, I'll keep it for you." The shopkeeper agreed.

I will definitely buy it!

This sentence does have special meaning to Li Banfeng.

In the welfare home, when he saw children outside eating popsicles, he said, I will definitely buy one for you.

When I was in junior high school, I saw my classmate’s basketball shoes and he said, “I must buy them.”

When he was in college, when he saw other classmates’ mobile phones, he said, “I must buy one.”

I bought popsicles, sneakers, and a cell phone.

This record player is also worth buying.

"Brother, let's go! It's too late!"

Qin Xiaopang dragged Li Banfeng out of Feng's Grocery Store. The clerk sighed and said, "Boss, when can this thing be sold?"

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and said, "I think the man surnamed Li just now must be interested in buying it."

"What's the use of just having the intention?" The guy shook his head again and again, "Let alone two hundred thousand, I don't think he can even take out twenty dollars!"

…

Xiaopang went to a blacksmith's house and bought an axe.

The axe handle and axe head are seventy centimeters long.

Li Banfeng frowned and asked, "You brought this thing up the mountain?"

"I heard that those who dare to go up to Kuwu Mountain are all ruthless people. Bringing this axe will scare away at least half of them."

Xiaopang picked up his axe and went to the market to buy 20 kilograms of dry food, filled two large pots of water, hired a carriage, and took Li Banfeng westward to Kuwu Mountain.

After walking for a whole day, Li Banfeng ate less than one pound of the twenty pounds of dry food, while Qin Xiaopang ate nearly half.

Late at night, the two arrived near Kuwu Mountain.

Li Banfeng looked into the distance and saw only the hazy night sky, but no mountains.

Xiaopang found an inn and rented two beds in a large dormitory.

He himself felt that living in a large bunk bed was a bit shabby, and he even explained it to Li Banfeng:

"I also want a private room, but the price of this bird shop has also increased. A room costs one hundred, and a shared bed costs only twenty. Let's just squeeze in."

Li Banfeng was not picky. He lay down on the bed and pretended to be asleep.

There was a large dormitory bed with connected planks, and more than twenty people were crammed on it. There were people snoring, grinding their teeth, talking in their sleep, and all kinds of noises.

After Xiaopang fell asleep, Li Banfeng quietly slipped out of the inn, hid the key in the woods outside the inn, and entered Suishenju.

It’s better to have your own house.

From the orphanage to graduation from university, Li Banfeng had never had his own room, but now he feels comfortable even if he has to sleep on the cold ground.

I didn't oversleep this time. When Li Banfeng came out of the residence, it was just dawn.

Xiaopang also got up early and was looking around for Li Banfeng: "Brother Feng, where have you been?"

Li Banfeng replied perfunctorily: "I'm going to pee, Fatty, shall we sleep for a while?"

Xiaopang was anxious: "Why are you still sleeping? Let's go up the mountain quickly."

Li Banfeng followed Xiaopang and walked westward for an hour. There was thick fog in the distance and the shadow of the mountain could not be seen.

There were many people traveling together on the road. Xiaopang was carrying an axe and some dry food, and was looking around vigilantly.

A bald man in his thirties with a scar on the left corner of his eye was hurrying forward and bumped into Xiaopang from behind.

Xiaopang staggered and almost fell, and looked up at the bald man.

The bald man looked fiercely and turned to look at Qin Xiaopang: "Are you blind? Don't you know you are blocking the road?"

Xiao Pang got anxious on the spot: "You fucking bumped into me, and you still dare to curse me?"

The bald man stepped forward and said, "What's wrong with scolding you? I didn't beat you up, do you feel itchy?"

Xiaopang picked up the axe and waved it in front of the bald man.

The bald man spat and pulled out a machete that was more than a foot long from his waist.

Li Banfeng watched quietly from the side, without making a sound, and grasped the handle of the small sickle with his right hand.

The small sickle was in the pocket, but neither the bald man nor the fat guy noticed it.

A man in his early thirties, with a side-parted hairstyle, gold-rimmed glasses, and a gray plaid suit, came up to Xiaopang and Baldy.

"You two, if you have the strength, go to the mountain and use it. Why are you trying to show off your strength here?"

To be honest, Xiaopang didn't want to fight. He was also in a hurry to go up the mountain to pick flowers, but he just couldn't put down his face.

The bald man looked at the man with gold-rimmed glasses, put away the knife, and found a way out on both sides, and the matter was over.

The bald man continued on his way, and the fat man put away his axe.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses whispered to Xiao Pang, "Brother, is this your first time going up a mountain?"

Qin Xiaopang sneered: "I have walked through this Kuwu Mountain countless times, how can this be the first time!"

It was his first time, but he couldn't show shyness in front of others.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled and said, "Whether it's the first time or not, I have to warn you that the bald guy is not a good person. He will definitely try to harm you when he gets to the mountain."

Xiaopang spat and said, "What's wrong with me being afraid of him?"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses raised his eyebrows: "It's easy to dodge an open attack, but it's hard to guard against an arrow from the dark. Not to mention you, I just said a few words, and I might suffer from him when we get to the mountain."

"I'm not afraid anyway." As he said this, Xiaopang tightly gripped the axe.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses looked at Li Banfeng again. Li Banfeng lowered his head and said nothing. He looked like an honest man.

The three of them walked together for a while and vaguely saw a few flags in front of them.

There are yellow, green and purple ones.

Li Banfeng asked: "Whose flags are these?"

Xiaopang glared at Li Banfeng, reminding him not to show his weakness.

He didn't know where these flags came from, but when Li Banfeng asked this question, it was equivalent to telling others that it was his first time to go up the mountain.

In fact, the man with gold-rimmed glasses had already seen that it was their first time to go up the mountain. Looking at the flags, he whispered, "The Bai family, the Huang family, the Lu family, the Liu family, all the people from the major drug stores are here."

Xiaopang had heard of the names of these pharmacies, but he didn't understand why the people from these pharmacies came here.

After picking the snake chrysanthemums, they naturally have to sell them to the medicine store. They can just wait at home for the business. Why do they have to run to the foot of the Bitter Mist Mountain to wait there?

The man with gold-rimmed glasses knew the reason, but did not say it clearly: "My two friends, let's not go any further. Let's wait for news here."

"Waiting for news?" Xiaopang frowned, "What are you waiting for? The blooming period of the snake chrysanthemum is only one day. If you wait a moment longer, you will get one less flower."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses shook his head and pulled out a folding fan from his waist: "Do you know when the snake chrysanthemum blooms?"

Xiaopang said loudly: "It will bloom today!"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses waved his folding fan and said slowly, "It is true that the flowers bloomed today, but the time of blooming is uncertain.

Early morning is today, noon is today, and dusk is today. If you go up the mountain now and wait until dusk for the flowers to bloom, wouldn't you have eaten the poisonous fog for a whole day in vain? "

Xiao Pang smiled contemptuously: "I have cultivation, I am not afraid of poisonous fog."

"I know you have some skills, but even if you have some skills, you can't waste them," the man with gold-rimmed glasses looked at the thick fog in the distance.

"If an ordinary person inhales the fog on Kuwu Mountain for three hours in a row, he will probably die.

A beginner without any level of cultivation can only last for seven or eight hours at most. Seeing how strong you are, you should be a food cultivator, right?"

Xiaopang said nothing. A cultivator's sect and cultivation level should not be revealed to others.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled and said, "If you are a food cultivator, you can last for more than ten hours after eating and drinking enough.

When the flowers bloom, go up the mountain and pick 70 or 80 flowers as long as you find the right place. "

Seventy or eighty flowers, 85 yuan each, which means I can make more than 6,000 yuan.

Hearing this, Xiao Pang hurried forward. The man with gold-rimmed glasses closed his folding fan, blocked Xiao Pang's way, and frowned, saying, "Didn't I tell you that it's not the right time yet? Wait until the flowers bloom before going up the mountain. I don't know how many reckless people like you die in the mountains every year."

Xiaopang said angrily: "Do you know when it will bloom?"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses pointed at the flag in the distance with his fan: "I don't know, but they know that the medicine store hires two scouts to go up the mountain every year.

When they find the flowers blooming, they will send out a signal and the medicine store will send people up the mountain, and then we will just follow them."

Xiao Pang was startled: "The medicine store also sent people up the mountain?"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled and said, “If we don’t send people up the mountain and can’t buy snake-spotted chrysanthemum, how can we make snake-spotted pills?

If a big pharmacy can't even produce snake-band pills, wouldn't its reputation be ruined?"

Xiao Pang looked around and said, "So many people are going up the mountain. They have to sell the flowers they picked to the pharmacy. Are they afraid they won't be able to buy them?"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses waved his folding fan and said, "If you buy flowers from a drugstore, you won't have any trouble buying them. The drugstore will set the price.

But several big medicine shops in Yaowanggou all want to buy flowers, and if there is a dispute, the seller will have the final say on the price.”

Xiao Pang still didn't understand: "Didn't we agree on this? Eighty-five dollars a plant."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses shook his head and said, "That was the price we offered before we went up the mountain. After we get down the mountain, it's still a matter of time.

If you were running a pharmacy and you didn't have a single snake plant, and the flower picker offered a high price, would you buy it or not?

If we send someone up there and pick three to five hundred flowers, we'll have a rough idea of what's going on. If it doesn't work, we can refine fewer pills, and we won't be manipulated by the seller."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses is a real expert. It can be seen from his words that he knows the business of Kuwu Mountain very well.

As he was speaking, several people gathered around him and listened quietly. None of these people had been to Kuwu Mountain and they all wanted to learn some experience from the man with gold-rimmed glasses.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses was not stingy either. He muttered a lot of common sense and focused on the characteristics of the snake plant.

As he was speaking, he suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the flag of the pharmacy in the distance.

Under the flag of the medicine store, several men walked into the depths of the thick fog. The man with gold-rimmed glasses said to the crowd, "The people from the medicine store have gone up the mountain. It's time for us to leave too."

Just as Xiaopang was about to step forward, the man with gold-rimmed glasses reminded him, "Don't follow too closely. At the foot of the mountain, these people will follow the rules for the sake of the reputation of the pharmacy.

But when they get to the mountains, they can do anything. Picking flowers is hard work, and picking them by yourself is definitely not as fast as snatching them away."

Upon hearing this, Xiaopang clenched his axe again, and the people around him also became nervous.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses said, "If you can trust me, we can become partners so that we can look after each other."

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