The reason why everyone thinks this is a losing proposition is because everyone's thinking is limited by appearances, just like his parents'.

In the end, Wang Dalin stumbled upon a business opportunity by chance, which led to his rapid rise to wealth and made him a ten-thousand-yuan household envied by everyone in the village.

"Dad, Mom, how many kilograms of potatoes do we have left?"

In order to get to work as soon as possible, Wang Qian quickly got to the point.

He felt a little guilty when he asked this question.

Although he had dropped out of school and returned home for a year, he remained indifferent to the situation at home.

He had no idea how much land his family had planted with potatoes, or how much of it was still unharvested.

"Only about 300 jin (150 kg) have been dug out so far!"

Wang Yuanguang subconsciously replied, "But there's still some in the ground. If we dig it all up, we should still have five or six hundred catties."

"Too little!"

Wang Qian shook his head.

He has to take potatoes to the county town tomorrow morning.

If we go to dig now, we won't be able to dig up much at all.

In a flash of inspiration, he thought, "I've got it! I'll just pay for it all myself."

"You're going to pay to acquire it?"

Wang Yuanguang's lips twitched slightly. "So how much are you prepared to pay per kilogram?"

"One cent per pound!"

Wang Qian already had a budget for the acquisition price.

Wang Yuanguang did not press the matter further.

But his complexion was extremely pale.

They themselves might not even be able to sell their potatoes, yet Wang Qian actually went and bought them from other people.

You should know that even if they painstakingly carry it to the market to sell individually, they only get a dime per pound.

For small potatoes like these with the pointed end, if you buy them in bulk, you don't need to pay a cent per pound; five cents is more than enough.

However,

When he heard what Wang Qian said next, he was so angry he almost fainted.

"Dad, Mom, it's getting late. Could you go door to door and tell everyone that if they're willing to sell, they can bring their potatoes to our house, and I'll buy them all in bulk for one cent per pound?"

Are you sure you want to do this?

Wang Yuanguang's heart was bleeding. "Let's not even talk about whether you have that much capital. Even if you did, when would you ever be able to sell all these potatoes?"

He already felt that Wang Qian was wasting money by renting Wang Dalin's tractor for fifteen yuan.

I never expected they would plan to buy up everyone's potatoes in bulk at a price of one cent per kilogram. Is this how you squander money?