Upon hearing this, Chen Jing subconsciously glanced at Zheng Tang a few times before chuckling after a long while, "Brother Tang, are you serious?"
"Of course it's true. When we followed Brother Feng to Huacheng, it was because he told us that we could make money by setting up a stall in the Baima Exhibition Area."
However, after going to Baima with a group of people, they realized that not just anyone could enter the city. Not to mention the source of goods and the cost of purchasing them, even if they included all their family assets, they still wouldn't be able to afford the 3,000 yuan deposit.
Therefore, of the dozens of people who followed Boss Song, less than ten could actually set up a stall in Baima; the rest were just errand boys.
After following Chen Jing for two days, Zheng Tang, though unaware of their financial situation, could tell that they were not short of money.
If they have a workshop with dozens of people, at least they don't have to worry about the source of goods.
Chen Jing patted Zheng Tang on the shoulder and asked in detail about the requirements for joining Bai Ma, his eyes flashing slightly.
A deposit of three thousand? They've been out for a few days and have three or four thousand yuan with them, so it's no big deal.
The source of goods? They have a small factory that produces enough goods each month. There's no need to contact garment factories or curry favor with their leaders, as they claim.
The clothing in the workshop was designed by Ji Xia herself, and it was in no way inferior to women's clothing from Hong Kong and Taiwan.
In fact, compared to other wholesale stalls, it's the most suitable place for them to set up their own stall for wholesale.
As for Zheng Tang, Chen Jing looked up and secretly sized him up. Since Brother Wei and Brother Feng had specially introduced him, he must be quite skilled and wouldn't suffer any losses against those people.
He was only worried about one thing. After all, they had just met and he didn't know anything about them. He had a large amount of goods on his hands. After selling the goods, would he be able to get the money back smoothly?
"Don't let this opportunity benefit others for nothing. At least one person should go to Huacheng to stay and protect it. Should it be Xiaogang or Houzi? Or Chen Song?" Chen Jing pondered.
However, he was indeed tempted by the idea of setting up a small stall in the White Horse exhibition area.
Chen Jing pondered for a while: "Let's eat something first. We need to discuss this properly."
"Okay, thank you, Brother Jing."
Zheng Tang poured tea for Chen Jing with great care.
What a clever little devil! He thanked me before he even agreed to do it.
However, this person was quite capable and perceptive.
Even Luo Song belatedly realized that if Chen Jing set up a small stall in Baima, his brother would benefit, and his dark face couldn't help but flush slightly.
But what if he doesn't know how to flatter or fawn over people?
Luo Song subconsciously poured tea for Ji Xia. Although this girl didn't like to talk, everyone could see that she was Chen Jing's darling.
After having afternoon tea, the four of them leisurely boarded a bus and headed to the flower market in Yuexiu District.
The flower market in Huacheng has a history of over a thousand years. It appeared in the early Tang and Song dynasties and was most popular and influential during the Ming and Qing dynasties. It was as famous as the medicine market, incense market, and pearl market. The name Huacheng comes from this.
The flower market in Guangzhou during the Spring Festival is the most lively, and there's even a children's song called "Walking the Flower Market": On New Year's Eve, walk the flower market, forsythia blooms all over the streets, each red flower is fresh, each yellow flower is big, thousands and thousands of flowers are too many to see...
Although the flower market in July is not as crowded as the flower market during the Spring Festival, the shops on both sides of the flower and bird market are filled with all kinds of flowers and bonsai. The streets are bustling with pedestrians, and the air is filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Walking through it is a pleasant experience.
The fragrance of flowers, whether strong or faint, makes one feel as if their clothes are imbued with the aroma of a hundred flowers as they walk among them.
Amidst the delicate fragrance, one can occasionally hear birds singing to each other, their melodious voices filling the air.
However, Ji Xia and Chen Jing did not see a single fruit seedling they wanted.
As the group walked through the flower shops one by one, a beautiful shop owner greeted them with a smile: "Beautiful lady, what kind of flowers are you looking for?"
Ji Xia shook her head: "I'm not looking for flowers, I'm going to buy some fruit seedlings. Don't you sell fruit seedlings at this flower and bird market?"
"Are you looking for fruit seedlings? Walk all the way to the end of this flower-lined street, there are several fruit seedling farms over there."
The beautiful shop owner pointed to the end of the flower street with her fair finger and gave them detailed directions.
Ji Xia and Chen Jing thanked the shop owner and walked to the end of Flower Street. Sure enough, they saw several orchards enclosed by fences near the suburbs, densely packed with all kinds of fruit seedlings and fruit trees.
Chen Jing and Ji Xia entered the orchard. A winding path paved with gravel divided the seedlings into several sections, which were densely packed with small seedlings, all planted in small pots of soil in black plastic bags.
A middle-aged woman came forward and asked, "Would you two like to choose some fruit seedlings?"
Ji Xia looked around and asked, "Do you have any mango, lychee, or longan seedlings?"
"Yes, how many do you want?"
"Let's take a look first, what varieties are there?"
The fruit seedling shop owner sized up the group, confirming that Ji Xia was the customer who genuinely wanted to buy fruit seedlings, and carefully introduced her to the varieties of longan, lychee, and mango.
Ji Xia then inquired in detail about the planting and maintenance of fruit seedlings. After careful selection, she chose five seedlings each of Shixia longan, Guiwei lychee, and Guifei mango.
The 15 saplings, each about a meter tall, cost 50 yuan, which wasn't cheap. The proprietress used fermented cow dung and mud to wrap the roots of each sapling into a fist-sized bundle, then wrapped them with tape and plastic bags. Finally, she put all the saplings together in a fertilizer bag.
After buying the fruit seedlings, Luo Song followed behind the two carrying a fertilizer bag, while Ji Xia went back to the flower market with great interest.
Phalaenopsis orchids, gladioli, roses, peach blossoms, crabapple blossoms, magnolias, forsythia, forsythia, lilacs, wisteria, azaleas, pomegranate blossoms, Michelia figo, magnolia, jasmine...
Ji Xia pointed curiously to several bulbous stems that looked a bit like onions but were smaller: "What kind of flower is this? It looks like this?"
"This is a hyacinth, that's a tulip. This bulb looks unremarkable, but it's very beautiful when it grows, and it's easy to grow, whether hydroponically or in soil..."
The pretty shop owner was smilingly introducing the shop to Ji Xia when she suddenly heard a girl behind her shout in surprise at Chen Jing, "Why are you here again? What are you doing here?"
Ji Xia turned around and saw four people, two men and two women, standing in front of the flower shop. One of them, a short-haired, spirited girl, had her hands on her hips and was glaring angrily at Chen Jing with her almond-shaped eyes.
Ji Xia looked at the four people suspiciously, not recognizing them, and asked Chen Jing in confusion, "Do you know them?"
Chen Jing, his face dark, sized up the four of them: "Who are you? What, here again? Is this your territory?"
He turned around and tugged at Ji Xia, saying, "Let's go, this isn't a business."
The beautiful shop owner, who was watching the commotion with a smile, was taken aback when she heard this: "Young man, this is not one of our flower shop's employees. She has nothing to do with our flower shop."
"Not from your flower shop? Then what does she mean by saying that?"
Chen Jing glanced at the group with disgust. The short-haired girl pointed to her nose in dissatisfaction: "Don't you recognize me? Last year you were always waiting downstairs at my house, pestering my mom?"
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