"Mr. Xiao, do you think this is feasible?"

Seeing that his plan to build rapport was truly impossible, Xiao Desheng had no choice but to nod and say, "Since Brother Yun has said so, then of course we should listen to Brother Yun." He paused, then added, "But Brother Yun, you really misunderstood me..." He finished by deliberately sighing, looking disappointed.

Yun Dazheng didn't respond, but simply pretended to be all ears.

Helpless, Xiao Desheng could only continue, "Brother Yun, it's like this, the reason I came here today is not only to express my gratitude, but also to purchase all the rice that your family has produced this year."

"Of course, don't worry, I definitely won't treat you unfairly in terms of price."

"The grain harvest has just been completed, and the price is currently low. I'll calculate it for you based on the price at the beginning of this year, in February or March, when there was a shortage of food. No, Brother Yun, you saved the seeds that I, Xiao, painstakingly searched for, which is a great favor. So... I'll add another 30% to your price, how about that?"

Xiao Desheng looked at Yun Dazheng with anticipation, hoping he would nod.

To be honest, the price Xiao Desheng offered was incredibly high for normal grains. He was definitely a "conscientious merchant" who was losing money to gain publicity, sacrificing his own interests for the benefit of everyone.

But!

In the eyes of an 'insider' like Xiao Desheng, the rice in Yun Dazheng's house is a golden goose that will lay eggs indefinitely. In that case, Xiao Desheng's price is truly a bargain.

As for Yun Dazheng himself, he still didn't quite understand what was going on with his rice. However, being an old farmer and knowing (some) inside information, he was actually quite hopeful about his rice.

He even regretted not thinking of selecting the rice with large ears and plump grains for seed first. Now that the rice has been harvested, selection is not as easy or precise as before.

So, upon hearing Xiao Desheng's words, Yun Dazheng laughed—of course, it was out of anger.

"Boss Xiao, you're really something! Nobody expected you to be the first to come knocking. What? Did you think I, Yun Dazheng, was just an ignorant old farmer who would fall for your tricks and hand over my precious treasure if you offered me some trivial favors?"

Xiao Desheng wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, he looked at Yun Dazheng with a "laughing and crying" expression and said, "No, Brother Yun... what are you saying? What golden baby? It's just a little rice. How can it be a golden baby? Brother Yun, you're really exaggerating."

"Besides, these rice seeds originally belonged to me. I just accidentally sold them to you as ordinary rice. However, it was my own carelessness, so I should accept the loss. I accept it, and I didn't say, 'Brother Yun, these rice seeds are mine, and you have to return them to me.' Right?"

“I’ll buy it with my own money. And at a high price. I’ll buy it at 30% above the peak price of grain. You can make a lot of money by reselling it, more than we make in business. Use that money to buy grain, enough to last you for several years. Brother Yun, I, Xiao Desheng, am truly sincere!”