Ten thousand pots of clivia, varying in size and variety, including rare and common specimens.
Li Xiangdong handed Qian Shiren the price list that Chen Zaohua and the others had prepared.
"Each item has its own price, but our prices are 30% lower than the market price, making them excellent value for money."
Li Xiangdong said casually, "Boss Qian, you've gotten a great deal!"
Qian Shiren held a thick price list and flipped through it page by page, his face growing darker with each turn.
When he saw the total price at the end, his face turned ashen.
"Ten million!"
Qian Shiren's voice trembled.
Liu Donglai is really ruthless!
Li Xiangdong asked in surprise, "You said I'm dark-skinned? Heh!"
He snatched the price list from Qian Shiren's hand, as if he had been deeply humiliated, and turned to leave.
"Don't you know how much a pot of this costs outside? Did I overcharge you? Weren't you the one who kept pestering me to buy it all? Now you think you're being ripped off?"
Before leaving, Li Xiangdong spat in Qian Shiren's face, saying, "Are you out of your mind?"
"Take it or leave it. If you don't want it, I'll keep it and sell it myself!"
Qian Shiren was burning with rage, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was trembling with anger.
The bodyguard behind him stepped forward and blocked Li Xiangdong's path.
Li Xiangdong sneered, "What? The soft approach isn't working, so you're resorting to force?"
Qian Shiren was quite adept at swallowing his pride; he said, "Let's discuss the price again!"
"One thousand and one million!"
"Wh-what?"
"Ten million and twenty thousand!"
"I……"
"If you say one more word, I'll add another ten thousand yuan."
Qian Hanzhong advised Li Xiangdong, "Xiangdong, ten million, that's a thousand ten-thousand-yuan households, enough for our Lijiapo to have two rounds of wealth."
Li Xiangdong was very straightforward: "It's not like I forced you to buy it. Buy it or don't, it's up to you!"
Qian Hanzhong then turned to Qian Shiren and advised, "That's enough, you'll just end up with tens of thousands more!"
Qian Shiren: "..."
At this time, the largest denomination of green paper was 100 dollars. 100 $100 bills weigh about 100 grams. 1 million is 100 bills of 100 each, which is 100 x 100 = g, or about 10 kg.
10 kilograms is 20 jin (approximately 10 catties), which was packed into a small suitcase and taken away.
When Qian Shiren handed the small briefcase to Li Xiangdong, he was still holding it tightly, reluctant to part with it.
"Alright, let go! I've already given you a 20,000 yuan discount because of my cousin. It would be impolite if you didn't let go!"
Qian Shiren lowered his eyes, let go of her hand, and staggered, almost losing his balance.
Li Xiangdong smiled enigmatically, his words carrying a double meaning, "Cousin, take good care of your old man. Stand firm, don't fall down!"
If a clay pot is never far from the wellhead slope, even a great general is bound to die on the battlefield.
Even though Qian Shiren boasted of his success in navigating the turbulent waters of hoarding and speculation, he still fell victim to this small pond.
Originally, seeing that the mainland had just begun its reform and opening up, and that the market and the people had just emerged from the planned economy era, everyone was still quite naive and clueless.
Qian Shiren and his associates thought, "Why not make money off them? It's a waste not to!"
No need for any particularly sophisticated financial techniques, just the most crude and simple hype will suffice.
They look down on the people of the mainland, viewing them as a group of ants who are either dull, radical, or greedy.
However, they never expected that they would be tripped up by these ants.
After Qian Shiren paid the money, the clivia plants were not moved out of the greenhouse, but he took over the rental business.
Just as he was clearing away all obstacles and preparing to make a name for himself, bad news kept coming in.
First, the government issued a strict administrative order prohibiting speculation on the price of Clivia miniata.
Qian Shiren, who was just about to raise the price, was dealt a blow and hurriedly contacted that person.
But no one answered after I called several times.
Qian Shiren thought that the person was avoiding him, so he angrily went to his house, only to run into law enforcement officers.
That person has been arrested and is under investigation!
Qian Shiren walked out from under the sharp gazes of the law enforcement officers, trying to appear calm. Before he even stepped out the door, his clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.
After boarding the Volga, Qian Shiren sped back to his residence.
The first thing he did was destroy all the videotapes, photos, and accounts.
However, he only had time to smash two videotapes before the tightly closed door was kicked open.
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Qian Shiren was deported.
They arrived in triumph, riding high on the spring breeze; they left in utter destitution.
Qian Shiren's mouth was full of bitterness. He looked back at the mainland land and realized that this land was no longer the same as before.
Qian Shiren was arrested and subsequently deported; all these actions were carried out very quickly.
Qian Hanzhong didn't even have a chance to meet Qian Shiren.
Qian Shih-jen, who had lost most of his fortune on the mainland, had no spare time to think about Qian Han-zhong.
This put Qian Hanzhong's family in an awkward position.
They can't leave, and they can't go back.
Having exhausted all other options, Qian Hanzhong had no choice but to turn to Li Xiangdong for help again.
"Can my family and I still go back to Lijiapo?"
Looking at the man whose cheeks had become sunken and whose face was ashen in just a few days, Li Xiangdong sighed, "Is your family's household registration still in Lijiapo?"
"Ah! Yes! Yes! I haven't had time to complete the formalities yet!"
"Then let's go back!"
Qian Hanzhong jumped up with joy, "Really? Really!"
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