Zhang Wenyuan jumped up, took off his handkerchief and threw it on the table. He looked at Wang Tianxiao excitedly, his eyes quickly scanning him up and down.
It means self-evident.
Wang Tianxiao smiled and took the IV bottle out of his pocket. It was half full of red blood, which was the blood drawn from the fawn.
The bottle contains 300 milliliters, and the blood makes up exactly one-third of it.
"This...is this deer blood?"
Wang Tianxiao nodded, "It's genuine, and it's pure deer blood, which is the best."
"Wow, this is a real treasure, Lao Wang, you're really amazing, you actually managed to get it just like that..." Zhang Wenyuan suddenly stopped laughing and asked seriously, "You're not going to use other blood to fool me, are you?"
“Of course not,” Wang Tianxiao shook his head. “I’m thinking of doing this kind of thing for a long time, so I won’t lose more than I gain. I just hunted a deer, a genuine sika deer, so the blood is the best sika deer blood.”
"Great!"
Zhang Wenyuan took the deer blood and held it up to the sun. "Old Wang, will this deer blood really work?"
"Of course, deer blood is very nutritious. Think about it, Mr. Zhang, in nature, each male deer can have more than twenty females at the same time. If they weren't strong, how could they handle it?"
Wang Tianxiao gave Zhang Wenyuan a knowing, subtle smile that any man would understand.
Zhang Wenyuan smiled and said, "That's true."
"That's it. Would I lie to a big boss like you?"
"That's good," Zhang Wenyuan sighed. "Old Wang, you have no idea how troublesome those guys are. They're all so old, why can't they just settle down?"
"If they wanted peace and quiet, why would they work so hard? They've struggled for most of their lives, finally achieving success. Wouldn't it be a waste of all their hard work if they didn't enjoy the fruits of their labor?" Wang Tianxiao chimed in.
"That's true. People are just like that, constantly striving. If one day they can't keep going, then it's time to end it."
"President Zhang, please don't say such things. You are young and promising, and you are destined to do great things in the future. These small problems are just whetstones to hone your skills. There is no need to worry about them at all."
Zhang Wenyuan paused slightly, carefully examining Wang Tianxiao, and sighed, "I don't know why, Lao Wang, we haven't known each other for very long, but I feel a strong connection. Are you really just an ordinary forest ranger?"
"Of course it's fake. Do you want me to show you my work certificate?" Wang Tianxiao joked.
He didn't try to hide much from Zhang Wenyuan. Zhang Wenyuan's thinking was already slightly ahead of his contemporaries, and if he wanted to gain his trust, he would have to be even more ahead of him.
He didn't yet know if he would have any future collaborations with Zhang Wenyuan, but building connections with him was a plan he had long ago.
Who wouldn't want to be a friend of a tycoon before they've fully amassed their fortune?
"Alright, I'll believe you." Zhang Wenyuan carefully placed the bottle on the table, took out a wad of cash from the drawer, and handed it to Wang Tianxiao. "Here's five thousand yuan..."
"Isn't there still three thousand yuan left?"
"This two thousand is for the next order. If this deer blood is useful, we request that you supply us on a long-term basis. As for the price, what do you think is a suitable amount?"
Wang Tianxiao held the money in his hand, feeling its weight.
He knew his deer blood wasn't actually worth that much money; it was almost the price of deer antlers.
Deer are scarce to begin with, and they live deep in the mountains, making them difficult for ordinary hunters to catch. Even if they did manage to hunt a deer, they would never have imagined selling its blood to someone like Zhang Wenyuan.
Even though they knew deer blood had some uses, they used it themselves.
This illustrates the importance of circles and relationships.
In summary, Wang Tianxiao is currently the only person who understands how to raise deer in captivity for the long term and has a stable sales channel like Zhang Wenyuan.
He is essentially a rare commodity.
"Well then, deer blood is hard to come by, so I'm asking for a higher price. I don't have any extra to give you; I can basically only guarantee one or two kilograms per month. How much do you think would be a good price?"
How much do you want?
“I’ll do as Mr. Zhang says. I’ll only help you if you want it. If you don’t want it, I won’t have this market. So just name your price and I definitely won’t argue.”
"Okay, then, you find a way to get me two kilograms every month, and I'll give you ten thousand yuan. If you have any extra, just bring it over, and I'll buy it at the same price."
Wang Tianxiao roughly calculated in his mind that this price was slightly more expensive than in later years, and if the prices at this time were taken into account, it would be even more outrageously expensive.
If you can get two kilograms of deer blood every month, that's 10,000 yuan, and you'll make a net profit of over 100,000 yuan a year.
In comparison, rabbits and pheasants are really just minor troublemakers.
It's estimated to be around four or five thousand yuan per month.
Many people think that people in this era are generally poor, but that's not entirely accurate.
In those days, ordinary people were indeed poor, but those who were good at business and had sharp minds were all very wealthy. They were the ones who reaped the first benefits from the start of a business.
Once society stabilizes, the easiest and most necessary area to develop is commerce. Whoever takes the lead will reap the biggest rewards, while those who follow will only get scraps, and eventually, they'll probably just be able to smell the aroma.
Zhang Wenyuan's path is inseparable from his background. A person's origins sometimes determine their horizons, and his starting line already surpasses the destination that many people can reach in their lifetime.
It seems I need to pay more attention to Zhang Wenyuan and deepen my relationship with him.
“Okay, it’s settled then,” he said to Zhang Wenyuan.
As he spoke, Wang Tianxiao suddenly felt a sharp pain and couldn't help but rub his thigh. Perhaps because of the cold weather and the strong north wind, his leg felt numb and painful, as if half of his leg didn't belong to him.
His brows furrowed deeply, and his expression turned grim.
"Old Wang, what happened to your leg?" Zhang Wenyuan noticed his unusual behavior and asked with concern.
Wang Tianxiao said with a wry smile, "It's too cold. I got chilled riding my bicycle."
"Oh, you came to the city by bicycle?!"
"?"
Looking at this big boss who had lived in a honey pot since childhood and was a future tycoon, Wang Tianxiao said helplessly, "Of course, we are not like you, a big boss, who has two wheels, three wheels, or four wheels to drive."
Zhang Wenyuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Old Wang, can you ride a motorcycle?"
"Why?" Wang Tianxiao said with a smile, "I know how to ride, but I can't afford a motorcycle."
"I'll let you drive mine."
"Huh?" Wang Tianxiao was stunned, and waved his hands repeatedly in refusal, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate? Your motorcycle must cost ten or twenty thousand, right?"
"Twenty-six thousand for a fully imported Honda 125."
"That's right, Mr. Zhang, let's stop joking."
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