Grandpa Wang paused for a moment and then said, "I gave him two yuan less, and the young man readily agreed."
The village chief immediately took it seriously. If a ginseng root could sell for forty or fifty yuan, this business was worth doing.
This price is four times higher than what the pharmacy charges. Who wouldn't want to make money if they could?
You know, these days the bride price is only a few dozen yuan. You can exchange a ginseng root for a wife. Not to mention other families, those families who are about to start looking for wives for their sons and grandsons would definitely be willing to sell.
The village chief convened a meeting with several village officials overnight.
When Yuan Xin arrived at Wangjia Brigade, he was warmly welcomed by the village officials. After discussions, the two sides agreed on a rough price for purchasing ginseng.
We do not accept ginseng that is less than 20 years old. Ginseng that is 20 to 30 years old is purchased at a price of 15 to 40 yuan depending on its quality.
Ginseng aged 30 to 50 years costs between 40 and 80 yuan depending on its quality.
As for those aged 50 years or older, their value is the same; we'll decide after we see the goods.
The ginseng was collected and registered by the village officials, which saved Yuan Xin from having to argue with each household.
If the people are easy to talk to, that's fine, but if you encounter a difficult one, who knows how much time you'll waste. He's leaving this place tomorrow, so he doesn't have that much time to waste.
The village officials also agreed with the plan. They knew their own village well; there were a few rascals who liked to act like scoundrels. If they angered the boss and he refused to buy their village's ginseng, who would they complain to?
In the end, Yuan Xin spent a total of 2,415 yuan to acquire nearly 50 ginseng roots, including two premium ginseng roots that were 60 years old. The acquisition value increased several times over, reaching 200 yuan per root.
Yuanxin isn't worried about not being able to sell his products; good things are always popular, no matter where they are.
After the transaction was completed, Grandpa Wang and the village officials warmly invited Yuanxin to stay for a meal.
Grandpa Wang tugged at Yuan Xin's sleeve, trying to stop him from leaving: "Comrade Yuan, my wife and daughter-in-law are already cooking, why don't you stay and have a meal?"
"Grandpa, thank you for your kindness, but I won't stay for dinner. I'm in a hurry to get back to the county," Yuan Xin said with a smile, declining the offer. He was eager to return home as soon as possible.
"It's almost lunchtime, and we're far from the county. You'll go hungry on the way," Grandpa Wang advised repeatedly.
Yuan Xin really couldn't refuse, so he had to stay for a meal. He was hungry after being busy all morning, so he decided to eat before leaving.
Not only Yuan Xin stayed, but several village officials also stayed at Grandpa Wang's house for a meal.
At the dinner table, Grandpa Wang even took out his homemade wine and wanted to have a drink with Yuan Xin. No matter how he tried to persuade him, Yuan Xin refused, saying that drinking would lead to trouble, and that he had several thousand yuan on him.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Yuan Xin secretly slipped 20 yuan and 2 jin of grain coupons to Grandpa Wang before leaving.
The 20 yuan was a thank-you gift I had promised to give to Grandpa Wang. Without his help, it wouldn't have been so easy to buy so many ginseng roots. The 2 jin of grain coupons were for lunch today.
After seeing all the guests off, Grandpa Wang took out the things Yuan Xin had given him and saw the grain coupons wrapped inside two large unity bills.
A hint of helplessness flashed across his face. This child was far too polite. He had only invited the other person to stay for a meal to express his gratitude, but the child had even given him food coupons.
Grandpa Wang handed all the money and banknotes to his wife: "Keep them safe."
"Where did this come from? Didn't you give me all the money from selling the ginseng?" Aunt Wang asked, looking at her old man in confusion.
They just sold two more ginseng roots, one 30 years old for 35 yuan and one 40 years old for 50 yuan. Adding that to yesterday's 38 yuan, the total comes to 123 yuan.
This money will not only pay off all the family's debts, but will also last for a long time.
Grandpa Wang took a puff of his pipe: "This is the thank-you fee that Xiao Yuan gave me, which was agreed upon yesterday."
Aunt Wang couldn't stop smiling: "Now things at home will finally be a little easier."
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Yuan Xin bid farewell to the old man and the village officials and returned to the guesthouse where he was staying as soon as possible.
Transport teams usually operate in pairs, since they have to drive such long distances. It's good to have someone to look after each other on the road, and if one driver gets tired, the other can take over.
If two people on a mission get along well, they might partner up for a small business deal; if they don't get along, they'll each go their own way.
While Yuan Xin was busy processing ginseng, his colleague was also busy. In the past two days, he had asked his fellow villagers to buy two large bags of goji berries. He could earn at least several tens of yuan by transporting these two bags back to Beijing and selling them.
She greeted Yuan Xin happily when he returned, her joy barely concealed.
Yuan Xin was not curious about his colleagues' affairs, and he never mentioned what he had done. The two maintained a state of mutual non-interference.
A week later, the two finally returned to Beijing, weary from their journey.
The first thing Yuan Xin did after getting home was to take a long nap without a care in the world. He had been exhausted this week, constantly on edge, and hadn't had a single good night's sleep.
He didn't go to see Song Ze and Ning Zhiyuan until the next day. This business was a partnership between the three of them, and he couldn't make the decision alone.
Song Ze had guessed what Yuan Xin had brought back this time, but he didn't expect it to be ginseng. Hearing that Yuan Xin had brought back so much ginseng at once, he gave him a thumbs up: "Ah Xin, you're amazing."
"Where is it? Can I keep one?" Ning Zhiyuan immediately thought of the elderly in his family, so that the ginseng could be used in case of an emergency.
Yuan Xin smiled and nodded: "Of course we can. My plan is for the three of us to keep one each, and sell the rest. What do you guys think?"
“I think it’s a good idea,” Song Ze said without objection. He also wanted to leave one for his grandfather, as the old man needed something good to nourish him as he got older.
Seeing that the two had no objections, Yuan Xin brought up the issue of cost and profit for this purchase: "This time, the purchase of ginseng cost a total of 2,415 yuan. I contributed 500 yuan, and you each contributed 1,000 yuan. However, I contributed the most labor, so I account for 40%, and you each account for 30%. Do you have any other opinions?"
"No".
"No".
Song Ze and Ning Zhiyuan said in unison that Yuan Xin was the one who led them to make money this time, so it was only right that Yuan Xin should take a little more.
The three of them divided the ginseng equally, then each tried to sell it individually, and finally settled the accounts together after they were all sold.
Although ginseng is a good thing, it is expensive and not everyone can afford it. It took them half a month to sell all 40-plus ginseng roots.
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