Xu Yan transmigrated into a book, becoming a villainous, overly devoted cannon fodder supporting character in a novel about the educated youth going to the countryside.
Despite having money a...
Old He praised for a long time, but Xie Zhuo remained very calm.
After Lao He finished checking his watch and handed him the money he had prepared, Xie Zhuo put down his water glass and took the money.
Without really counting them, he just stuffed them back into his pocket.
“Open and spacious,” Old He chuckled when he saw his actions.
“I have a lot of faith in Mr. He’s character,” Xie Zhuo said. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have cooperated with him so many times.”
Old He laughed even louder, "I like your personality. You don't talk much, but your skills are top-notch, and you say what you mean."
"How about we go back this afternoon?" Old He refilled Xie Zhuo's cup with water. "Have your sister-in-law cook a couple of hearty dishes, and we brothers can have a good drink together."
"It's not convenient today," Xie Zhuo shook his head.
"What's wrong?" The smile on Old He's face faded a bit.
“Someone is waiting,” Xie Zhuo said.
"You still have people waiting for you every day," Old He said, somewhat displeased.
He felt that Xie Zhuo was just giving him the runaround.
Unexpectedly, after he said that, Xie Zhuo's expression turned a little strange, and there seemed to be a slight smile on his lips. "Well, from now on... there will always be someone waiting for you."
Old He: "Damn it!"
"Is being henpecked something to be proud of?" Old He glared at him.
Xie Zhuo pursed his lips, suppressing the slight smile. "You don't understand."
"I don't understand?" Old He slammed his hand on the table, as if to say something, then glanced out of the main room before lowering his voice and saying, "How could I not understand?"
Xie Zhuo raised an eyebrow.
"Go away, don't make that face," Old He said. "We're both the same."
Xie Zhuo wanted to say, "We're different. I did this voluntarily."
However, he still didn't say it out loud.
After the two grown men chatted casually for a few more minutes, Old He took out about ten watches and placed them on the table.
"Although I believed you could fix the radio before, I didn't dare to guarantee it, so I didn't do it this time. I'll get another batch next time. These things are in high demand lately."
After Lao He finished speaking, he put the watches into the box one by one, and then pushed it towards Xie Zhuo.
Xie Zhu didn't even look at them, and directly put the boxes into the basket on his back.
What Lao He liked most about Xie Zhuo was this: he seemed nonchalant and carefree, but he rarely spoke and actually had real skills.
He tried to find other people to fix it, but they didn't really work together much.
Either they're too cunning, always trying to find out something, or their skills aren't up to par; out of ten watches, they can barely fix two or three with the simplest problems, and they have no idea how to fix anything slightly more complicated.
And yet they still dare to ask for an exorbitant price.
The more Lao He looked at Xie Zhuo, the more he felt that this kid had a promising future. Just as he was about to say something more, he heard Xie Zhuo speak first.
“Boss He,” Xie Zhuo said, “do you know anyone who buys wild ginseng?”
Seeing that Lao He was a little surprised by his sudden change of topic, he added, "It's probably a hundred years old."
Old He remained silent for a long time.
Xie Zhuo thought he didn't know him, but didn't know how to start the conversation. Just as he was about to say "never mind," his arm was suddenly grabbed.
Old He has quite a strong grip.
"Really? Really?" Old He's face flushed with excitement. "You really have century-old wild ginseng?"
Xie Zhuo didn't expect such a big reaction. After thinking for a few seconds, he nodded, "Yes, it wasn't me, it was... a friend of mine."
"You really are my lucky star!" Old He was still very excited, and he almost shouted the words.
Xie Zhuo: "..."
There's absolutely no need to say such mushy things!
“I happen to have a connection here,” Old He realized he had lost his composure, but he was still too excited to stop, so he tried to lower his voice. “There’s an auction in Hong Kong, and I’ve been looking for this item these past few days.”
Xie Zhuo glanced at him with some surprise.
This was the first time Lao He had revealed his inside story.
Although he had roughly guessed it before.
But it's still different.
“I treat you like a brother now,” Old He said. “Bring the things over sometime tomorrow, no, this afternoon, and I’ll have someone take a look at them for you.”
"If it works out, I'll give you this amount directly."
As he spoke, Lao He waved five fingers at Xie Zhuo.
Five thousand?
Xie Zhuo frowned, feeling that it was a bit too little.
Based on the quality and weight of that ginseng, it should be worth at least double.
“Fifty thousand is the lowest price I can estimate,” Old He said. Seeing Xie Zhuo frown, he knew he thought it was too low, so he quickly added, “If it’s really a century-old one as you said, then the price would probably be higher, since it’s right at this time of year.”
Xie Zhuo was speechless for a long time.
How many?
fifty thousand!
A single ginseng root can sell for 50,000 yuan. No wonder so many people in the past were willing to risk being gored to death by wild boars to climb the mountain.
After leaving Lao He's place, Xie Zhuo walked a few more steps, pushed his bicycle out of a dilapidated house, circled around the alley a few times, and when no one noticed him, rode to the bookstore to find Xu Yan.
Xu Yan went into the bookstore without taking anything, but came out carrying a thick stack of books and newspapers.
The old man at the door glanced at the book in her hand, and without even seeing it clearly, said, "Eighty."
Xu Yan paused as she took out her money, then looked up at him and asked, "How much?"
Although she had only been in this world for a short time, she now had a basic understanding of prices. These books were not popular and were worth at most six or seven yuan, yet he dared to ask for eighty.
“Eighty,” the old man glanced at her, not at all guilty, “these books you’re holding are the prized possessions of my bookstore, of course they’re expensive!”
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