20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3738 Beautiful scenery
"Mr. Zhao, I understand Maslow's hierarchy of needs, but what goals and ideals can our hotel and tea plantation have? The pool is only so big, no matter how much we churn, what waves can we make?"

This was actually one of Qiao Yan's goals; she wanted to know the meaning behind Zhao Chang'an's statement that he would take as much pre-Qingming tea as possible.

In her mind, someone like Zhao Chang'an, who could casually throw out 20 or 30 million without batting an eye, must have no problem with a complete acquisition since he had said so.

Even if the price of the pre-Qingming tea produced by her tea plantation is increased by 10% based on last year's purchase price from Wenjia Village, it will not exceed 2.3 million yuan.

As for whether the cultural tourism group will continue to acquire tea from the tea plantation next year, that's another matter. In other words, she is now given three options.

The first approach is to focus on high-quality tea, which requires adjusting the size of the tea buds and the wages of the tea pickers. At most, this could generate a net profit of around 300,000 yuan.

The second option is to produce tea of ​​a more mainstream quality. This allows for the harvesting of 20% more tea leaves in the same amount of time, and the tea pickers don't need to be paid more per kilogram. This way, the net profit can reach 400,000 to 500,000 yuan or even more.

It can be said that they have completely gotten rid of the debts that have been weighing on them for a long time.

The third option is that since Zhao Chang'an promised to buy all the tea, could they buy some tea from other tea gardens and profit from the price difference?

This year, Qiao Yan estimates that the tea purchase price will be 40% lower than Zhao Chang'an's price. Of course, these tea leaves are treated with growth promoters every night to increase production, so the price is about right. But if she can profit from the price difference, how much money she can make this time is an exciting unknown.

"How can it not create waves? Take Silver Needle and Sparrow Tongue, these two high-end teas, for example. The height of each grain when pinching it is too long, which is not good-looking, and too short, which is not impressive. There is also the removal of impurities, the processing techniques and level of roasting, so that each grain is distinct and covered with silvery hairs. These are easy to say, but it is not easy to do any of them well. If it is expensive, there must be a reason for it to be expensive."

Zhao Chang'an subtly hinted, "We have a rough estimate of how much Silver Needle and Sparrow Tongue tea your 600 mu tea garden can produce before the Qingming Festival. The yield of Silver Needle is roughly 3,000 jin, and Sparrow Tongue is 8,000 jin. However, if we follow the high-quality route required by the Cultural Tourism Group, we need to reduce the yield by at least 10%. This is reasonable and also the basis for continuing our cooperation next year."

Qiao Yan couldn't tell whether she should be happy or disappointed. Zhao Chang'an's words had effectively blocked her attempts to take shortcuts and roughly determined the tea plantation's profit range for this year, which would be around 300,000.

Of course, this was already an unexpected bonus. She had originally decided to suspend tea picking at the tea plantation this year and then try to get rid of this burden.

Even with growth promoters, high-mountain cloud and mist tea can't compete with those small-mountain teas. In the current tea market, no matter how much you try, you're just making money for the tea merchants.

"That's why I say tea pickers and tea fryers are both very important. We need to establish a fixed employment relationship with them every year. If we stop this year and hire them again next year, we can't guarantee that they will pick the tea buds as long as possible when they are picking tea, and they won't be as careful when picking impurities as before."

Xiang Yong finally found a legitimate opportunity to respond.

"How could I not know what you're talking about? I said I lost over 100,000 last year. If we lose like this again this year, it's like all the work we've done these past few years has been for nothing. We owe the bank 200,000 to 300,000 and the town government over 100,000. We can default on the town government's debt for another year or two, but the bank's debt is due before the end of this year."

"Isn't this because you insisted on taking over the tea plantation? Otherwise, why would you owe so much money?"

"If you hadn't insisted on using your fellow villagers, I could have saved at least tens of thousands of yuan in wages by hiring tea pickers from Pengzhou last year, and I wouldn't have lost money!"

Zhao Chang'an found their argument quite amusing, so he listened while enjoying the scenery along the way. Although it was late winter and early spring, which meant there was less of the usual charm in the scenery, it was still quite pleasant.

At this moment, the car came to a fork in the road. Xiang Yong slowed down, but when he reached the intersection, Lin Xiaojie still didn't say which way to go. So, with a tone that he himself didn't know, completely different from the aggressive and unconvinced tone of the previous second, he asked in a soft and gentle voice, "Teacher Lin, which way to go?"

Zhao Chang'an was stunned and didn't dare to look at Xiang Yong. Qiao Yan, who was sitting in the back seat and arguing angrily with her husband, also fell silent. Her face turned red with anger, and she stared at the back of her husband's head in front of the car with fiery eyes.

There were no outsiders in the car, and she was holding her sleeping daughter. At that moment, she really wanted to clench her fists and punch that shameless man's head to wake him up.

"teacher LIN?"

Seeing the car about to cross the intersection, Xiang Yong stopped and looked back at Lin Xiaojie, not even noticing his wife sitting right behind him, her eyes blazing with anger. "Take the right one."

Lin Xiaojie was startled awake. She said one sentence and then fell silent, continuing to gaze out the window.

Xiang Yong also noticed Lin Xiaojie's unusual behavior and wanted to say something to show his concern, but that would be too obvious. He moved his lips, wanting to say something but didn't dare to.

The car continued driving, and Qiao Yan remained silent with a cold face, creating an eerie and oppressive atmosphere inside.

At this point, Zhao Chang'an was certain that Lin Xiaojie's boyfriend had definitely broken up with her.

Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal if they broke up, but what her brother said that day in Lin Xiaojie's village was equivalent to this silly girl supporting that ungrateful wretch for a year of high school and three and a half years of college.

Moreover, everyone in the village knows that she has a capable boyfriend who is studying at a university in Zhengzhou.

Ruan Lingyu once wrote the words "public opinion is a fearsome thing," so Lin Xiaojie is probably feeling utterly hopeless now.

So why did she talk to Ye Yiyi about the scenery along this road?

This made Zhao Chang'an wary.

So he still wanted to persuade Lin Xiaojie: "Teacher Lin, why aren't you saying anything? Is something on your mind? You can tell me. I'm not bragging, but since we've met, it's fate. Many difficulties that seem difficult to solve for you can be resolved with just a word from me."

"No, I was just mesmerized by the scenery."

Lin Xiaojie said something indifferently, still looking outside, her attitude of not wanting to talk to Zhao Chang'an was very clear.

Zhao Chang'an could only remain silent.

After passing several more forks in the road, this time Lin Xiaojie gave directions in advance. After driving for nearly an hour, the car turned around a high mountain, and the view suddenly opened up. There were no more mountains to block the view, and you could see the distant southern horizon.

Finally, they used the Dabie Mountains.

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The two cars stopped on a wide roadside. To the right was a stretch of farmland along the mountain range, and to the left was an east-west oriented cliff. Standing on the roadside, one could see a vast plain to the south, with an elevation difference of more than two or three hundred meters between it and the mountain road.

It looks spectacular.

About 30 or 40 meters below the roadside, there is an uneven flat area along the cliff edge, where dozens of households are located.

The houses of these families are all built against the mountain, and a path in front of the courtyard connects each household and leads to the roadside on the mountain.

The houses and courtyard walls were mostly built with locally sourced materials, using nearby rocks. Pigs, sheep, cattle, dogs, chickens, ducks, and geese were kept there. When the dogs saw strangers standing on the roadside, they would bark.

(End of this chapter)