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On the other side, Zhang Qinglan returned home covered in dust. As soon as she entered the door, she saw her husband, Lao Li, sitting in the main room smoking with a frown on his face.
"Boss, you..." Zhang Qinglan was about to complain when she was interrupted by Lao Li.
"Okay, stop talking, I know everything." Old Li blew out a puff of smoke and looked up at his wife.
"The guy driving the Mercedes, did he go there again today?"
"That's right! He bought several big bags and left! Everyone in the village saw it!" Zhang Qinglan got angry when she thought about it. "It's all the fault of that guy surnamed Huang. He made me..."
"That's enough!" Old Li interrupted her again, tapping his pipe against the table leg, letting the ash fall to the ground. "Let's not talk about what happened before. Let me ask you, is Zhong Ling's dish really that good?"
"It's really good." When talking about the dish itself, Zhang Qinglan had to admit, "Grandma Sun and the others said they felt better after eating it."
Old Li didn't say anything else. He squinted his eyes and tapped his fingers unconsciously on the rough table, as if he was thinking about something.
He had been setting up stalls in the city for years, so he was more informed than the villagers. He had heard about the "hormone vegetable" incident that Huang Jianming had caused, but he hadn't taken it seriously.
But today, the return of this Mercedes-Benz has a different meaning.
What does it mean that the dish costs 20 yuan per pound, and the rich people in the city are still scrambling to buy it? It means that the dish is worth the price, or even more!
He thought about how he worked hard all day and only earned a hundred or eighty yuan on a good day. What if he could get the goods from Zhong Ling and sell them in the city?
Even if he sells it for thirty-one pounds, no, forty! Those city dwellers who have plenty of money will definitely be willing to pay for it as long as the product is really good! The difference in price...
The more Old Li thought about it, the brighter his eyes became, and his mind began to calculate. He glanced at his wife, who was still nagging and complaining beside him, and he had already made up his mind.
My wife had accepted money and said bad things before, but that was in the past. Now, this is a great opportunity to make money! How can face be more important than money?
"Boss, what are you thinking about?" Zhang Qinglan couldn't help asking after seeing him remain silent for a long time.
Old Li put away his pipe and stood up: "I'll go to Zhong Ling's house to check."
"Ah? What are you going to see?" Old Li's wife was stunned.
"See if you can... get some food from her."
Old Li patted the dirt off his body, his eyes flashing with greed, "It's a waste to sell this vegetable in the village."
Old Li was thinking about this and walked a little faster than usual. Soon he arrived outside the fence of Zhong Ling's house.
Unlike Zhao's wife, who was cautious, he cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound sincere: "Xiao Zhong, are you home?"
The courtyard door was still ajar, and Zhong Ling's expressionless face was revealed, and her eyes swept over him indifferently.
Old Li smiled and rubbed his hands together, saying, "Well... I was thinking your dish is really good, and my family wants to try it too. Can you give me a few pounds?"
He spoke vaguely, but his eyes kept glancing at the vegetable field, wondering how many times he could get if he took it to the town or city.
Zhong Ling looked at him, a half-smile on her lips, her eyes seeming to see through his inner thoughts. "Ten or eight pounds?" she repeated in a low voice.
“Not that much.”
Old Li's smile froze for a moment. He secretly cursed the girl for being cunning, but he didn't dare show it on his face. He quickly changed his tone, "No, not that much? Well... well, how much is enough? Five or six pounds is fine. I'm mainly eating it myself, just to taste it."
He kept a low profile, but thought to himself, even a mosquito leg is meat, so he might as well get some back and test the waters first.
"Two kilograms of greens and one kilogram of cucumbers." Zhong Ling reported the quantity in a decisive tone, leaving no room for doubt. "That's still twenty-one kilograms. If you want it, take it. If not, forget it."
"Yes! Yes!" Old Li nodded hurriedly, as if afraid she would change her mind. Getting the goods was a victory.
He quickly took out the money, took the dishes, and walked back briskly, already planning to set up a stall in the city tomorrow.
Zhong Ling closed the gate and didn't even bother to raise her eyelids to think about the little thoughts of people like Lao Li.
Two days later, a more low-key and luxurious black car stopped at the entrance of Yunxi Village, attracting more onlookers than last time.
A middle-aged man with neat clothes and neatly combed hair got out of the car. He was Wang Dehai's housekeeper, Lao Liu.
Old Liu first looked around the village before slowly asking the villagers about the specific location of Zhong Ling's home.
The villagers were impressed by his demeanor and were more polite than usual when giving directions.
Old Liu came to Zhong Ling's house and knocked gently on the gate.
Zhong Ling opened the door and saw the strange man standing outside and the expensive car not far away, and she understood what was going on.
"Excuse me, are you Miss Zhong?" Old Liu bowed slightly, his tone respectful yet respectful. "I'm the steward of Mr. Wang of Hongyuan Group. My last name is Liu. Mr. Wang and his wife tasted the vegetables you grow and were very impressed. They specifically asked me to come and buy some."
Zhong Ling looked him over and nodded: "Come in."
Old Liu followed him into the yard and glanced at the vegetable patch. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his composure.
He didn't ask any more questions, but simply explained his purpose again: "Ms. Zhong, I wonder if we can place a long-term order for your vegetables? As for the price, Mr. Wang said that we will follow your rules and we will not bargain."
"Long-term order?" Zhong Ling raised her eyebrows. "The production here is limited, and I can't guarantee it." She still had that lukewarm attitude.
"We understand." Old Liu smiled. "We buy as much as we can; quality is what's most important. This time, we'd like to buy ten kilograms of various vegetables. Is that convenient?"
Ten kilograms. Zhong Ling looked at the vegetable patch and pondered for a moment: "Okay. You can choose the variety."
Old Liu thanked him and did not go to pick the fruits himself. He just mentioned a few things and let Zhong Ling pick them.
Weighing and payment, the whole process was quick and easy. Lao Liu loaded the loaded vegetables into the car.
Before leaving, Lao Liu handed over a business card: "Ms. Zhong, this is my contact information. If I need vegetables in the future, I will contact you in advance. If you need anything, you can also call this number."
Zhong Ling took the business card, glanced at it casually, and nodded.
After the illegal taxis left, the previous rumors were completely dispelled, and the villagers became more determined to buy vegetables.
Wang Dehai naturally shared the vegetables he bought with relatives and friends, and Mrs. Wang also sent some back to her parents' home.
Word spread quickly, and before long, the news that "Yunxi Village has a special vegetable that tastes delicious and has miraculous effects, and is hard to buy even with money" quietly spread among a certain circle of wealthy people in the city.
These people have extensive connections, are well-informed, and pay more attention to quality and results, and are less sensitive to price.
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