Yuan Xin called Song Ze's home, and Song Ze happened to be home.
After the call connected, a deep male voice came through the receiver: "Xin, what's up? Weren't you out on a driving trip?"
“I have good news for you. I have a business that’s short on funds. Would you like to invest some?” Yuan Xin said in a low voice, gripping the microphone tightly.
Song Ze on the other end of the phone immediately perked up: "Of course I want it! What kind of business is it? How much money do I need?"
Yuan Xin lowered his voice and said, "Ask A Yuan if he wants to join in. You can each invest a thousand, and each of you can get 30% of the profits."
He did the math carefully and figured that 2,500 yuan should be enough to buy several dozen ginseng roots, and he probably couldn't buy any more than that.
Although Yuan Xin only contributed 500 yuan as capital, he was the one who did the work, so he took 40% of the profits.
Song Ze wasn't in a hurry to get a reply from Yuan Xin about the specifics of the business, as it was definitely inconvenient to discuss it in detail over the phone. Their years of brotherhood made Song Ze trust Yuan Xin implicitly.
"Okay, I'll transfer the money to you in a bit."
After hanging up the phone, Song Ze immediately put his bank card in his pocket and went out, where he transferred 2,000 yuan to Yuan Xin.
I only went to find Ning Zhiyuan after making the remittance, in order to save time. These days, remittances don't arrive instantly; you have to wait until the next day to collect them.
Whether Ning Zhiyuan joins or not won't make much difference; at worst, he can just invest 2,000 yuan by himself.
Song Ze went directly to Ning Zhiyuan's workplace to find him, and sure enough, he found the right person every time.
Ning Zhiyuan was surprised to see Song Ze: "Ze, what brings you here again? Are you here to treat me to dinner again?"
Song Ze rolled his eyes at him: "Is nothing else in your head but eating brains?"
"I was just joking with you, you're so unfunny," Ning Zhiyuan shook his head, feigning disappointment. He wasn't like this in front of everyone; he was usually very composed in front of his colleagues.
He treated his good friend Song Ze specially, but unexpectedly, Song Ze looked down on him.
"I have something to tell you," Song Ze said, hooking his arm around Ning Zhiyuan's neck and pulling him to a corner.
Ning Zhiyuan looked at him with some surprise: "What's going on? Why are you being so mysterious?"
Song Zeqing cleared his throat: "It's a good way to make money. Ah Xin found a great business opportunity over there. He wants us to each invest 1,000 yuan and each of us to take 30% of the profits. Do you want to participate?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Zhiyuan let out a loud yelp, then immediately covered his mouth, saying, "Sorry, sorry, I was just too excited."
I just mentioned not long ago that I would include him in any good money-making opportunities, and I didn't expect to hear about it so soon. He truly deserves to be my lifelong brother.
After calming down, Ning Zhiyuan said, "I want to participate. It's 1,000 yuan, right? Should I give the money to you directly or to Yuan Xin?"
“Just give it to me directly. I’ve already transferred the money to him. I was thinking that if you didn’t participate, I would take 60% by myself. I was so happy,” Song Ze laughed smugly.
Then, changing the subject, he said, "1,000 yuan is no small amount. Aren't you afraid of losing money? Doing business isn't about making a fortune. Even I don't know exactly what Ah Xin wants to do. He didn't say anything on the phone either."
Ning Zhiyuan shook his head: "I'm not afraid. I'll accept it even if I lose money. If you want to make money, you have to be prepared to lose money. I'm aware of that."
Song Ze listened with a sigh, thinking how quickly this guy had changed his mind; he hadn't thought that way before.
Ning Zhiyuan had previously disapproved of Yuan Xin's private business dealings, and even advised him against it because of the nature of his work, warning that the consequences of being caught would be severe.
Thinking about this, Song Ze even brought it up to make fun of Ning Zhiyuan.
Ning Zhiyuan blushed a little as he listened, but he had his reasons for doing so. He worked in the Public Security Bureau himself, so he had a deep understanding of this matter.
Since last year, the authorities have become much more lenient in regulating people's private business dealings. As long as it's not too high-profile, they don't interfere.
If the rules were still as strict as before, he wouldn't dare to do such a thing. Not to mention the consequences if he were discovered, just if his family found out, his father would probably break his legs.
Although Song Ze said he wasn't in a hurry to give the money, Ning Zhiyuan insisted on going home to get his savings book and withdrawing 1,000 yuan to give to Song Ze.
Brothers should keep clear accounts. It would be too embarrassing to let Song Ze cover the costs. It would be difficult to explain if there were any losses or gains in the future.
The closer the relationship, the more careful you should be with money. You can take turns treating each other to meals, but you can't be careless when it comes to money. You can easily ruin a friendship that has lasted for more than ten years.
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The next day, Yuan Xin received 2,000 yuan from Song Zehui. He carefully hid his own money and the 2,000 yuan on his body and tied them tightly with strips of cloth.
It's no wonder he's so cautious. He often drives around and knows the world is chaotic. If he's not careful, his 2,000 yuan could be stolen, and he'd have no one to blame but himself.
After Yuan Xin received the money, he found the old man's house based on the address the old man had given him the day before.
When Yuan Xin arrived, the old man was already waiting anxiously at home. He wasn't the only one waiting; several village officials were also waiting with him.
The old man's village is called Wangjia Village. Most of the families in the village are surnamed Wang. Of course, Wangjia Village is the old name. Now it is called Wangjia Brigade.
Wangjia Brigade is located in a remote area. It takes four or five hours to go to the county, and a round trip takes up a whole day. Basically, no one goes to the county unless absolutely necessary.
Yesterday, after returning home, Grandpa Wang went directly to the village chief's house and told him that someone was coming to collect ginseng from them the next day.
At first, the village chief didn't react much. He knew that Grandpa Wang's grandson was sick and the family was short of money, but there was no need for everyone to sell all their treasured ginseng. Other families hadn't reached that point yet, so a few extra dollars wouldn't make a difference.
"Village chief, do you know how much I sold this ginseng for today?" Grandpa Wang gestured: "38 yuan."
The village chief's pupils dilated suddenly, and he grabbed Grandpa Wang's wrist: "How much do you want? 38 yuan?"
Grandpa Wang nodded affirmatively, and even took out some money from his pocket to show the village chief: "Look, this is the money from selling ginseng today. That young man was very generous."
“I went to the pharmacy and asked, but they only offered me 8 yuan. I didn’t agree to sell it to them. I thought I’d try my luck on the black market, and that’s when I met that young man. I asked for 40 yuan,” Grandpa Wang said, still a little embarrassed.
He deliberately set the price that high to give both sides room for negotiation.
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