"Sorry, I really am the boss." Ye Xingchen sneered and said to Jin Xiu, "I'll take this batch of medicine from you. Give me your account number, and I'll have the finance department transfer the money now. Take the medicine to our warehouse first, and I'll give you the address right away."
"Okay, thank you," Jinxiu said gratefully.
The contract was signed, the money was transferred, and the transaction was completed in ten minutes. Ye Xingchen gave Jin Xiu an address, and she drove there with several truckloads of goods.
"Well done, Ye Xingchen. It's been a few years, and you've become a boss?" Meng Feng's expression was rather unpleasant.
The goods were of good quality. He saw that the people from Beishan were from out of town, so he wanted to lower the price, but he didn't expect Ye Xingchen to snatch them away in the end.
"I'm just starting out, so I'll need my old classmates to help me out," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. We'll see." Meng Feng left angrily with a dark face, probably to investigate Ye Xingchen's background.
Ye Xingchen was too lazy to pay attention to such an idiot. He wandered around the Chinese medicine market and found quite a few old Chinese medicinal herbs on the stalls.
Just as I was about to leave, a group of people were pointing at a honeycomb-shaped object in front of a gaunt old man.
Five Dragon Saliva! Ye Xingchen's heart pounded wildly. He never expected to see such a rare and precious treasure here. It was the most important ingredient for the Soul-Locking Pill and was extremely valuable.
"Old man, 80 yuan, that's the most I can give you." A familiar voice rang out. It was Meng Feng again. He encouraged the old man, "I'm only giving you 80 yuan because I see you've had a hard time. This thing of yours is just a wild beehive."
"I want 30,000. This isn't a honeycomb; I dug it up from a cave in the back mountain. The older generation says it's ambergris, capable of bringing the dead back to life," the old man argued, his face red and neck thick.
A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.
"It can even bring the dead back to life? If that's so powerful, why don't you say eating it will make you an immortal?"
"Haha, this old man is really funny."
"This thing costs 30,000? Are you out of your mind?"
The old man's face turned bright red; he felt very uncomfortable being surrounded by a group of people.
"Alright, sir, I can see you've had a tough time. Here's 20 more, consider it your round-trip fare. Give me the hundred yuan," Meng Feng said with a smile.
Meng Feng's family has been in the Chinese medicine business for decades, so he has a good eye for it. Although he didn't know what this was, he could tell the quality of this precious Chinese medicine.
But this guy is a born businessman. Even though he knows the value is definitely more than 30,000, he still wants to get it at the lowest price.
"No, really no, I have to pay my granddaughter's tuition. Please add some more." The old man shook his head.
"That's one hundred and fifty, no more than that."
"Sir, I'll take the 30,000 yuan. Please wrap up the items." Ye Xingchen stepped forward.
"You want it? Great, I want cash." The old man was delighted.
“Okay, there’s an ATM here, I’ll withdraw some for you.” Without saying a word, Ye Xingchen took out 30,000 yuan in cash and handed it to the old man.
"Ye Xingchen, it's you again? I had my eye on this first." Meng Feng's face darkened.
"So what if you like it? You weren't planning to buy it anyway. Grandpa, keep this safe. I just withdrew the money; it's genuine." Ye Xingchen carefully put away his wallet and handed it to the old man.
"Alright, thank you, young man. Here, take this snakeskin bag to carry your things. I'll be going now." The old man, afraid that Ye Xingchen would change his mind, grabbed the money and ran away.
Ye Xingchen slowly and methodically put the items into the snakeskin bag.
"Do you even know what this is? You spent 30,000 to buy it? Ye Xingchen, are you really rich and have nothing better to do?" Meng Feng sneered, "A broken beehive, and you're really willing to spend money on it?"
"If you need, I have plenty of good-quality wild beehives, as many as you want."
"This isn't a broken beehive, it's called Five Dragon Saliva, a Chinese medicinal herb even more valuable than ginseng." Just then, an elderly man wearing glasses passed by.
He parted the crowd and examined the item in Ye Xingchen's hand.
"Who's this old man? He seems quite knowledgeable."
"You don't know this? Professor Chen Jin from the Chinese Materia Medica Association is a first-class master of Chinese medicine appraisal. He has appraised many ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum products worth tens of millions of yuan."
"Wow, that's amazing."
There was a buzz of discussion among the crowd; it was clear that the old man was highly respected in this line of work.
"Young man, is this how you transfer it?" Chen Jin stared intently at the medicine in Ye Xingchen's hand, as if he had seen some rare treasure.
"Sorry, I'm keeping this for myself because I need it, I'm not transferring it," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
"What a pity, but you're a connoisseur, even if you were selling it, I couldn't afford it." Chen Jin smiled wryly. The item was good, but he couldn't afford it.
"Teacher Chen, how much is this Five Dragon Saliva worth?" someone couldn't help but ask.
“Five Dragon Saliva grows where spiritual veins converge. It has no roots or stems. After the spiritual veins take shape, they converge and form a shape. It can nourish blood and replenish vital energy. If a small piece is placed on the tongue of a person who is on the verge of death, it can keep them alive for three days.” Chen Jin said, “Such a large piece is worth at least tens of millions, and it is priceless.”
"What? This thing is worth ten million?"
"What a pity, they had eyes but didn't recognize the gem."
A chorus of stomping and pounding of feet erupted from the crowd. They had been so engrossed in watching the spectacle that they hadn't expected to find such wonderful things in the Chinese medicine market.
“Young man, you must make good use of this. If used properly, it can save many lives,” Chen Jin said to Ye Xingchen.
"Old Chen, I work in the Chinese medicine industry and I understand traditional Chinese medicine. Don't worry, this stuff will be able to reach its full potential in my hands," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
"That's good. The world's wonders belong only to the virtuous." Chen Jin nodded approvingly and handed over a business card: "I'm from the Chinese Medicine Association. I can tell that you're an expert, young man. Let's exchange ideas sometime."
"Okay." Ye Xingchen accepted the business card.
"Ye Xingchen, are you going to transfer this medicine?" Meng Feng's face was ashen, as if his father had died.
He knew this medicine was unusual, but he wasn't sure how to use it, and being a businessman, he always wanted to acquire it at the lowest possible cost.
Now he is so regretful that he wants to slap himself a few times. Why did he have to be greedy for those tens of thousands of yuan?
So now he wants to buy the medicine, and after repackaging it, he can sell it for at least hundreds of millions.
"Sorry, I'm keeping it for my own use, I'm not selling it," Ye Xingchen said calmly.
“Price is not a problem. Think about it. We old classmates wouldn’t let you suffer a loss.” Meng Feng forced a smile.
"It's not that I'll suffer a loss, but this medicine can be used to its fullest medicinal value in my hands, while in yours it will just become a pile of meaningless waste paper." Ye Xingchen glanced at him: "So I definitely won't transfer this medicine. Goodbye."
"You..." Meng Feng was speechless.
Back home, Ye Xingchen plunged into his bedroom and spent a day and a night transforming the Five Dragon Saliva, along with more than a dozen precious Chinese herbs, into six Soul-Locking Pills the size of peanuts.
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