He Youyou said calmly, "There's no need to flatter, but maintaining a good relationship is still necessary."
Cheng Tingrui listened and remained silent for a moment.
"By the way, Minzhi, did you come here just to see my new courtyard? Is there anything else?"
Cheng Tingrui put down his teacup: "Yes."
As he spoke, he pulled a folded contract from his pocket.
"The seedlings you bought have all been sold. This is the money from the transaction. After deducting my operating costs and my due 20% profit, the rest has been deposited into the bank for you. This is the contract."
He Youyou opened the contract and looked at the numbers inside.
"It's tripled in price?"
(After checking historical records from the Han, Tang, and Song dynasties, it was found that within the same dynasty, a fluctuation of three times in grain prices was within the normal range.)
Cheng Tingrui nodded.
“This time, someone came to buy the grain before it was even delivered. The price was right, so I transferred the entire contract to the buyer without waiting for actual delivery. If I had waited until delivery, the selling price might have been higher. Youyou, you don't think I sold it too early or too cheaply, do you?”
Hearing this, He Youyou gave him a thumbs up: "Good job! Selling the grain after delivery might fetch a 10-20% higher price, but that includes labor, storage, and transportation costs—the total expense is unpredictable. We're not in Jiangnan; we're far away, and many things are beyond our control. The more intermediaries involved, the more uncontrollable risks there are. It's better to avoid trouble. Selling the entire contract directly is much safer, and I like it."
Cheng Tingrui's smile deepened: "I knew Youyou would understand me."
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