Song Jun took Wei Aiguo out for a stroll, and Song Yan quickly disguised himself and went to find Cao Zhang.
When they arrived at the courtyard that Cao Zhang had prepared for Song Yan, Song Yan reached for the threshold and found the key.
The yard and the house are still very clean.
Song Yan suddenly felt a pang of emotion. Song Jun had gone to so much trouble to rent a small room for his wedding.
Cao Zhang left a large courtyard empty just for his business partner, who had arrived at some unknown time.
People are never the same; there's no way to compare them.
Wood ear mushrooms, bamboo fungus, morel mushrooms, monkey head mushrooms, chicken, duck, rabbit. They also took out a lot of salted duck eggs—40,000 in total.
Song Yan used his consciousness to manipulate the space, packing four hundred items into one basket.
There are a hundred baskets of salted duck eggs in the house.
If the house weren't spacious, it wouldn't be able to fit everything.
The person who was most enthusiastic when meeting Song Yan was definitely Cao Zhang, because Song Yan was his benefactor.
Cao Zhang treated Song Yan as an honored guest, and Song Yan did indeed bring him good fortune.
Cao Zhang: "Xiao Mu, can you stay a little longer this time? Bring any good stuff you have, and I'll definitely give you a good price."
I'll give you these salted duck eggs for 18 cents each. How about that? Pretty reasonable price, right?
Song Yan was surprised, "Why are salted duck eggs so expensive?"
"Because it's delicious! Well-off families can afford it and buy it whenever they want. Some people want to visit someone, and this stuff is inconspicuous yet special. Plus, you can't buy it anywhere else."
The salted duck eggs you gave me last time, I sold them for as much as two cents each.
This time, I'll just raise the price to the maximum and give you most of the profit.
"See? I've shown enough sincerity in doing business," Cao Zhang said, patting his chest.
There's no such thing as a free lunch. Cao Zhang is a seasoned businessman; would he feel guilty for offering a lower purchase price? Impossible.
Song Yan: "Stop beating around the bush, just say what you want to say. If you don't tell the truth about this free benefit, I really won't dare to accept it."
“Nothing can be hidden from you.” Cao Zhang thought of lighting a cigarette, but then put it away. “I want ginseng. This time the price will definitely be high enough.”
Song Yan wasn't stupid; she had good stock and wasn't in a hurry to sell, so she could hold her ground. The ginseng she had was of high quality and would definitely be in demand.
Either the person wanting to buy ginseng is willing to pay a high price, or the person wanting to buy ginseng is of high status; Cao Zhang certainly wouldn't lose out.
Song Yan: "You're being a bit too greedy. Do you think you can just buy aged ginseng whenever you want?"
These ginseng roots have made you a fortune, haven't they? Still greedy!
Song Yan didn't outright refuse, which meant she didn't want to sell, implying she already had some. Besides, she said she'd made a fortune; did she know how much she was selling it for?
Cao Zhang broke out in a cold sweat; he knew Xiao Mu wouldn't be easily fooled. Actually, it wasn't that he wanted to fool her, but who knew those ginseng roots would end up selling for such a high price?
It's not just about the profit from ginseng; the person who wants the ginseng is someone of high status. If Cao Zhang could sell it to him, his future prospects would be much brighter.
Cao Zhang steeled himself; he hadn't originally intended to cheat Xiao Mu. He just hadn't given the ginseng an accurate valuation. "When I had the ginseng appraised, the valuation was too low; I never expected it to sell for 600 yuan."
If there's ginseng involved, I'll forgo the profits.
Song Yan: "It seems the person who wants the ginseng has status. You only need this favor."
Cao Zhang smiled; Xiao Mu saw through him perfectly.
Xiao Mu's goods are so good that everyone will buy them. Cao Zhang also wants to use the utmost sincerity to keep Xiao Mu.
“This ginseng is forty years old, I won’t take it for six hundred!” Song Yan said.
"Two trees? To be honest, both people want them. I can't afford to offend either of them. It's either one or the other." Cao Zhang likes making money, but he doesn't want to offend people he shouldn't for it.
Song Yan nodded.
"Eight hundred, is that alright?! If I can sell it for that price, I won't lose money. If I sell it for more, I'll make a profit. If I don't sell it, I'll at least gain a favor." Cao Zhang made the decision on the spot.
Cao Zhang is the kind of person who is good at business.
He gave up the profits from salted duck eggs and ginseng, so how could Song Yan complain that the price he gave last time was too low?
I'll definitely go back to him next time I have good stuff.
Song Yan took a cloth bag out of his backpack, inside which were five ginseng roots. "Let's have someone verify the goods!"
Cao Zhang couldn't help but swallow hard. This little Mu was handling such a precious thing so casually.
While waiting, Song Yan chatted with Cao Zhang about errands. Song Yan wanted cloth coupons and cotton coupons. To Cao Zhang, this was a trivial matter.
Cao Zhang not only had cloth coupons and cotton coupons brought to him, but also brought seven mythical beasts to protect Song Yan's house.
Song Yan immediately recognized it: "That unfilial son couldn't resist any longer and finally dug these things out of the ground!"
“You mentioned wanting this to ward off evil spirits last time, so I kept an eye on it. He took it out and asked me to keep it.” Cao Zhang touched the several black iron lumps.
"How much did you pay for it? I'll pay you!" Song Yan wanted to buy it back.
"It's only a few dollars. It's been a pleasure doing business with you, so consider this a thank-you gift. Such an inexpensive gift is a great deal for me!"
Song Yan didn't stand on ceremony; he gave Cao Zhang high-quality goods, which made him a fortune.
A moment later, one of Cao Zhang's men came to report to him. "We have an old customer who has brought in two hundred headscarves. Should we keep them?"
"Let me see it!" Cao Zhang ordered.
A little while later, the man returned, carrying a large bundle on his back.
This bundle contains 100 ribbons, in three colors: red, blue, and green.
This kind of headscarf was very characteristic of that era. In the brigade, anyone who wore such a headscarf was quite enviable.
Cao Zhang asked, "How much does he plan to sell them for?"
"Seven cents!" said the man who followed him in.
This is a square headscarf. Fold it in half to form a triangle, and you can wrap it directly around your head.
Song Yan: "How much stock does he want to sell at this price?"
"You're interested in him?" Cao Zhang asked.
This kind of headscarf sells for 1.5 yuan at the supply and marketing cooperative. "Hmm! That's a reasonable price."
Cao Zhangzhen never expected that Song Yan would be interested in such a small business.
"Then...then you want to keep it?" Cao Zhang felt that Xiao Mu's reasoning was too illogical...
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