Chen Xia was not yet overwhelmed by the good news, and quickly said something ugly in advance:
"Uncle Dao, these medicines of mine are all of the best imported ones, and it's not easy to transport them to your Ruili. So I require that the jadeite you exchange with me must be of the best quality.
The best ones are glass or high ice jade, with a bright green or emerald color. I don't want inferior jade and won't exchange it. I hope you can explain this to the villagers when you go back, so that you don't force them to buy or sell jade and it will be unpleasant.
Of course, I know emerald glass jade is quite rare. To show my sincerity, I can provide some extra food or cloth, or even money. Uncle Dao, please be my witness and assess the price. I won't cheat you, and you won't cheat me either. Do you think it's a good deal?"
How could Dao Daguang and the tribesmen next to him disagree?
Only a fool would disagree. Medicines, food, and cloth are all supplies they urgently need, especially medicines and cloth. They cannot buy them even if they want to, so they have to weave their own cloth. Why not exchange them now that they can?
In their eyes, jade is just made from stone. If it is gone, they can just dig it out again. But the Burmese have an inexhaustible supply of jade.
It’s not like crops, which don’t even require seeds or fertilizers. How cost-effective is that?
If Chen Xia knew their simple thoughts, he would burst out laughing.
The jade mines in Myanmar have been being dug all the time. After the old mines are dug, new ones are dug. It seems that the jade resources are indeed inexhaustible.
But Chen Xia, who was reborn, knew that the old mine that produced high-quality jade would not be able to be mined for a few years, and the quality of the new mine could not be compared with that of the old mine.
This is also the reason why the price of high-end, high-quality old mine jade has skyrocketed decades later.
Of course, this sky-high price refers to the best jadeite, like the imperial green glass type, which is almost extinct in the jewelry market in later generations, and the good things are tightly held in the hands of the owners.
Scarcity makes things valuable. At that time, a small piece of glass-type imperial green jadeite ring face would cost several million. A bracelet like the one in Chen Xia's hand now is likely to be auctioned for hundreds of millions in the future.
On the contrary, the prices of ordinary jadeite have not gone up because the amount mined is too large. This is why Chen Xia insisted on high-quality jadeite. From an investment perspective, low-end jadeite has little room for appreciation.
However, low-end jade is not valuable, but some people will turn these worthless jade into valuable high-end jade.
There are always some "smart people" who start to have crooked ideas. Through a series of counterfeiting processes such as bleaching, filling, and dyeing, they turn ordinary jade into high-quality ice jade, and then sell it as the real thing.
The "Nine Dragon Jade Bi of the Ming Dynasty" that once caused a sensation across the country was claimed to be worth 900 million yuan. Later, it was identified as a B-grade jade by a professional organization. How many experts were deceived at that time?
Ordinary people can better distinguish between A-grade, B-grade, and C-grade products, so many people are deceived.
Of course, the victims are mainly small bosses who are greedy for bargains and do not deserve sympathy. They want to buy high-quality ice-type goods for tens of thousands of yuan?
Therefore, from the perspective of preserving and increasing value, Chen Xia must now choose jadeite such as glass-type imperial green or high ice-type positive green, which will be scarce products in the future.
In the future, any piece he takes out can become a family heirloom and bring him endless wealth.
Is Dao Daguang happy? Of course he is. Although top-grade jadeite is good, it was not a scarce commodity in 1981. Yunha Village has been established for hundreds of years. Who doesn't have some in stock?
Exchanging it for medicines and other supplies is such a great deal, it's like sending timely help.
If these people could live another 20 or 30 years, they would definitely be so angry about their choice today that they would vomit blood. This is a loss of hundreds of millions of dollars in one go.
In this way, the two sides reached a win-win agreement.
Dao Daguang happily went back to inform his tribesmen. Several villages near Yunha Village were all engaged in the jade industry. They usually helped each other and sometimes shared what they had.
Everyone's living conditions are as poor as those in Yunha Village, and there is a lack of medical care and medicine. Since they are all members of the same tribe, Dao Daguang will of course inform them.
In the afternoon, Chen Xia took Boyanshuang on a bicycle to Yunha Village, wanting to see where the clinic was first.
Yunha Village is at the very edge of Jiegao Commune, separated from Lao Myanmar by a small river, which is so wide that even an athlete can jump over it in one go.
Standing on the border, Chen Xia found it quite interesting. Boyanshuang explained that because the ethnic groups on both sides are the same and the language is intelligible, villagers on both sides can enter and exit the border freely, just like visiting relatives.
Then Boyan Shuang whispered, "Our raw stones are all shipped directly from the other side of the river. It has been like this for hundreds of years. The relationship between Yunha Village and the other side is complicated. You are in me, and I am in you."
Chen Xia is not blind, he had already seen that this model is that the Burmese are responsible for providing raw materials, and the villages are responsible for processing and sales, and then everyone will share the money and materials.
The houses in the village are of typical Dai style, basically all bamboo houses. But unlike other Dai villages, the village is close to the river along the border and has many small processing workshops.
The people of Yunhazhai have been cutting and processing stones on this land for generations.
Chen Xia was quite interested in stone cutting. When he saw the raw stone, he ran over excitedly.
The rough stones were scattered haphazardly on the ground. Chen Xia picked up a fist-sized piece and weighed it. It was quite heavy. He was a complete layman and had no idea what rough stones were. He didn't understand anything about the mines, the python belts, or the pine flowers. He didn't understand anything.
While Boyanshuang was greeting some tribesmen, Chen Xia stared at the raw stone in his hand with wide eyes.
Others who were reborn had the ability to see through the eyes of the sky, and could see at a glance whether there was jade inside the stone, but Chen Xia stared until tears came out and still couldn't see it.
It seems that God has only given him one hospital, but will not give him a second golden finger. Just give up.
At this time, Bo Yanshuang was calling Chen Xia, "Doctor Chen, there is a stone cutter here, would you like to come and take a look?"
Chen Xia gave up his fantasy and ran over happily, only to see a few guys holding a lunch box-sized stone and preparing to cut it.
Thanks to the well-developed small hydropower here, there is no shortage of electricity. If we use the primitive method of stone breaking, it would almost make our hands tired.
One of the young men observed for a long time, then drew a line on the stone, fixed it on the stone cutter, turned on the cutter and cut it. No one around reacted, but Chen Xia ran over to see it excitedly.
Holding the stone that was split in two, Chen Xia looked left and right but couldn't figure out what it was.
"Bo Yanshuang, why doesn't it look like glass when cut open? It just looks like ordinary jade."
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