Xu Xiangyang carefully placed the items on the plastic sheet, and then opened the two layers of oil paper.
Having done this, he put on disposable gloves before opening the last piece of oil paper.
What appeared before my eyes was some black, oily stuff.
His eyes flickered slightly as he stared intently at the things on the table.
This thing was quite something before the founding of the People's Republic of China.
The wealthy are ruined by it, and even officials cannot escape its clutches.
Many people would even abandon their families just to smoke a cigarette.
Xu Xiangyang looked at the item and immediately confirmed its authenticity. He then repackaged it and prepared to destroy it.
Although this thing could bring huge profits, he wouldn't do it.
Because this thing can destroy too many things, the only solution is to destroy it.
However, Xu Xiangyang had no way to get back the package that person had sold.
After all, even if he paid for it, he couldn't afford it. Should he just steal it? He didn't know where it was.
Therefore, these two remaining packs must be disposed of so that no one else will buy them.
The current regulations are very strict; once the finished products are destroyed, no one can grow them anymore.
Of course, nothing is absolute. No matter when, those who want something will always find a way to get it.
Xu Xiangyang sealed the two packages directly in his spatial storage space by putting them in a trash can and tying a trash bag on top.
He knows the dangers of this thing, so he won't touch it.
He had already taken a shower when he left the space in the afternoon, and was lying on the bed feeling refreshed.
I glanced at the time; it was already past four in the afternoon, which was lunchtime. After six o'clock, no one would be eating.
That's how it is these days; people eat early, sleep early, and do everything early.
Xu Xiangyang got up, changed into a shirt, and then went out to eat with his keys.
As he passed by Qian Wenqing's room, he glanced inside but found no one there.
Because the windows on the door have curtains, they can be drawn if someone is there, and opened if no one is there, so you can still see what's going on inside.
It was obvious that no one was inside; you could tell at a glance.
He didn't know where Qian Wenqing had gone; he hadn't seen him all day.
I went downstairs to the restaurant next door, ordered a dish, and two steamed buns.
He has a bigger appetite now, and he's gained weight and grown taller.
Although I haven't measured it, I estimate my weight to be at least 130 pounds and my height to be 1.8 meters.
It's perfectly normal for a 19-year-old to continue growing, especially since they haven't eaten much good food before, and now that they're eating good food, it's all going to their bodies.
After eating and drinking his fill, Xu Xiangyang finished all the food, wiped his mouth, and got up to go back.
Just then, he saw Qian Wenqing coming over, and it was a coincidence that the two met.
"Brother Xu." Qian Wenqing immediately ran over and said, "I don't know where you went. I've been busy all day. I was just about to ask you to have a meal together, but you weren't here."
He was sweating profusely; although it was already August, the weather was still not cool.
Xu Xiangyang looked at him with suspicion. As he got closer, a pungent smell of sweat emanated from him.
"What have you been doing? You didn't even change your clothes!" He turned his head away in disgust and covered his nose.
Qian Wenqing: ...
This is blatant dislike!
"Surely not? I can't smell it." He raised his arm with some suspicion.
"Ugh..." He almost vomited.
I was careless!
Xu Xiangyang couldn't bear to look at his silly appearance, so he waved his hand and said, "Alright, you eat, I'm going back first. If you need anything, come find me after you take a shower."
After saying that, he ran away without looking back.
Qian Wenqing looked aggrieved. He usually didn't pay attention to these things, so why was he always disliked by Xu Xiangyang?
And they always talk about him...
When Qian Wenqing returned, he had changed his clothes and looked refreshed.
Although reluctant, he obediently changed his clothes and took a shower.
Xu Xiangyang looked at him and asked, "What do you need me for? If there's nothing else, I'm going to rest."
There was nothing to do all day except eat and sleep.
Qian Wenqing had something to ask him, of course. "Brother Xu, I went to the beach this morning and collected a lot of small shrimp shells. They're a little bigger than dried shrimp and have more meat."
He doesn't just sit around all day; he has things to do.
Xu Xiangyang was somewhat interested in this and asked, "How much can we sell it for per kilogram?"
These small dried shrimp can generally be stored for a long time and can be eaten for up to a year without spoiling.
Therefore, foods with long shelf lives are very popular nowadays.
Qian Wenqing thought for a moment and said, "I stored a batch last year, and it sold for one cent per pound in winter. It sold very well."
One cent...
Xu Xiangyang instantly lost interest. How much money could he possibly make? He might as well store vegetables and sell them off-season in winter.
Why?
A glint flashed in Xu Xiangyang's eyes. That's right, why didn't he store some vegetables? Even if he didn't sell them, he could eat them himself, since the space could keep them fresh!
"Forget about shrimp shells, I'm not interested." He completely ignored Qian Wenqing and kicked him out.
He needs to think carefully about what vegetables to store and where to find them.
Qian Wenqing was still somewhat dazed as he was blocked by the door in front of him.
Why was he suddenly kicked out? What did he do?
It's always like this...
Xu Xiangyang sat in the space and cleared out the open area. He was going to prepare a batch of vegetables tomorrow.
He doesn't want to eat cabbage, potatoes, and radishes every day in winter; he needs to eat some green vegetables at least.
That very evening, before he could even make his mark the next day, Master Zhang summoned the two men over.
"Have you rested enough these past two days? We'll start checking the goods tomorrow, and you two will need to help out." Master Zhang gave instructions for tomorrow.
Xu Xiangyang felt like he'd been doused with cold water. What happened to the big push they were supposed to make tomorrow?
Of course, Qian Wenqing was also disappointed. He originally planned to get several hundred kilograms of dried shrimp, but now he doesn't have the time.
"Master Zhang, does it have to be tomorrow? How about the day after tomorrow?" Qian Wenqing asked again, still unwilling to give up.
After all, he had already made an appointment to pick up 300 catties of dried shrimp tomorrow.
Master Zhang glanced at him indifferently. "What, are you teaching me how to do things?"
This little Qian, he's always causing trouble. They used to say they didn't teach Qian Wenqing to drive, and with that personality, he'd get beaten up if they went out.
It's just that they have good tempers and can tolerate it. Who would put up with you if you were an outsider?
Qian Wenqing received Zhang's warning signal and immediately chickened out...
He was just asking a question; he wasn't ordering anyone around.
Ugh, this is so difficult!
Xu Xiangyang wasn't so upset. Anyway, there was still some time before harvesting the crops, and he could accumulate quite a lot in a day.
Even if there isn't enough to sell, enough for his own consumption is fine. He's not in a hurry; everything has to be done slowly.
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