Baojian

Chapter 949 Hiring

"Two million is not expensive."

Peng Hong thought that Qin Feng thought the price was too high, so he shook his head and said, "I'm going to go to the ginseng production area in the Far East of Siberia to collect it. If not, I might have to go to the mountains to pick it myself. The price of 200 million is the lowest... ..."

Private picking of ginseng in Russia is prohibited, but it is difficult to say how many people abide by this prohibition. At least every year, many ginseng pickers from the mainland smuggle into Siberia to secretly pick ginseng.

Peng Hong's main business is selling Russian jade, but if he has the opportunity, he will bring a few high-quality ginseng to the country, but he can't sell it at a high price. A 50-year-old wild ginseng is sold Hundreds of thousands of RMB only.

"I'll call you Brother Hong too."

After hearing Peng Hong's explanation, Qin Feng picked up the wine bowl with a wry smile, took a big sip of the wine, and said, "Brother Hong, the 200-year-old wild ginseng is not expensive, but cheap... ..."

"Huh? Is it cheap?"

Peng Hong looked at Qin Feng with some surprise, and said: "There are very few 200-year-old ginseng, and I haven't sold it, but last year I collected a 120-year-old wild ginseng there, and sold it for 68. I don't know. Is the price high or low?"

"120 in 68 years?"

Qin Feng looked at Peng Hong speechlessly, and said: "Multiply this number by two, and then add a zero after it, it's almost the same."

"Multiply by two and add a zero..."

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Peng Hong's eyes almost popped out, "This...isn't this more than 1000 million? This...is this thing so expensive?"

Peng Hong's ginseng business was purely accidental. A domestic fur trader knew that he often went to Russia, so he asked Peng Hong to bring some ginseng, and the price was set by the businessman.

And Peng Hong bought ginseng in Russia's ginseng production area, the price is not very high, and he can basically earn double the price difference as soon as he changes hands, Peng Hong is also very satisfied with this.

So Peng Hong never knew that the lobster root-like things he brought back could have such a high price.

"Not to mention, it's really that expensive..."

Qin Feng nodded, and said: "Old wild ginseng in China is very rare. The 50-year-old ginseng can be sold for several million, and the price of the century-old ginseng is at least 1000 million, and you can't buy it if you have money..."

"Damn it, don't let me meet that profiteer..."

Hearing the price Qin Feng said, Peng Hong slapped the ground angrily. Over the years, he gave that person at least ten sticks of ginseng, most of which were more than 50 years old. It's a shame that I went to my grandma's house.

"Brother Hong, there must be a way to sell things."

Seeing Peng Hong's annoyed look, Qin Feng smiled and said, "You may not be able to sell the old wild ginseng with a stick of old age, so the price is not too outrageous..."

As the saying goes, blocking someone's way of making money is like killing one's parents. Qin Feng unintentionally spoiled the businessman's business.

"That's exactly what you said."

Peng Hong nodded, and said: "Old Huang has helped me a lot these years, so forget about it, but this ginseng will not be sold to him in the future..."

Qin Feng laughed and said: "If you have ginseng, you can sell it to me. As long as it is old ginseng from the previous year, I will take as much as you have."

"I said, what exactly do you do?" Peng Hong looked at Qin Feng suspiciously, and said, "I don't think your certificate is fake. Could it be that you went to Russia just for ginseng?"

Peng Hong used to be a soldier at the border, and he had carried out many cross-border missions. He knew that these missions were often close to death, and they were not recognized by the country after death, so he was very suspicious of Qin Feng's motives.

"Don't worry about it..." Qin Feng waved his hand and said, "I just ask you, would you like to come with me?"

"Thirty thousand dollars!"

Peng Hong thought for a while, and then said: "I can earn around 20 or 20 RMB if I go to Russia. If you can spend [-] US dollars or [-] RMB, I will accept your employment... "

"Thirty thousand dollars, deal!"

Qin Feng stood up, walked to his jeep and opened the door, took out a backpack and sat back by the campfire, took out three stacks of US dollars from the backpack, and threw them in front of Peng Hong.

"Okay, cool!"

Peng Hong put away the three piles of money, rubbed them with his hands, put the money in his pocket, and said: "I will come to you in the morning, from tomorrow to the completion of the task, Lao Peng, my life It's yours..."

"Huh? Are you leaving?"

Seeing Peng Hong put away the money and stood up, Qin Feng was a little surprised. He just took [-] US dollars from himself without even a document. If he ran away, where would Qin Feng find someone?
"Well, I have to deal with something, and I will come over early tomorrow morning."

Peng Hong looked at Qin Feng and said, "If you can trust me, let me leave with the money. If you can't trust me, I will keep the money and treat it as if I didn't take over the job."

"Huh? She's quite personable."

Qin Feng laughed when he heard the words, and said: "Brother Hong, you can do whatever you want, I will wait for you until eight o'clock in the morning tomorrow, if you don't come by then, the [-] US dollars will be regarded as the tuition fee I paid... "

Qin Feng was born in a foreign family, and he also dabbled in divination and reading. He could tell from Peng Hong's face that he was a man of promise, so there was no need to worry that he would not come back after leaving.

"readily!"

Peng Hong nodded to Qin Feng, didn't say much, stooped down and picked up his remaining half bottle of wine, drank it into his stomach in one breath, threw the bottle away, and put it on himself The old jeep.

"This person is interesting..."

Hearing the sound of the car driving away, Qin Feng shook his head, that is to say, he didn't care about the tens of thousands of dollars. If he changed someone, the employment business would definitely be blown.

"Brother Hong is not our Mongolian, but a man..."

Ziegler has already drunk almost two catties of liquor by now, but he is a good drinker, and his speech is a little knotted, and he said stammeringly: "If Brother Hong doesn't give you the money, I Ziegler will give it to you." You, I won't let you suffer..."

"Brother Ziegler, what are you talking about?" Qin Feng said, "That's the employment deal I reached with Peng Hong. If he doesn't come, I can only say that I was wrong. What does it have to do with you?" ?”

"Of course it has something to do with it. Brother Hong was introduced by me!" Ziegler reached out and took out another bottle of wine from the box, and said, "A man on the grassland must start and end when doing things..."

"Let's not talk about this first." Qin Feng asked a little strangely: "How many times can Peng Hong go to Russia in a year?"

"Twice a year at most? Most of the time it's only once."

After taking a bite of the leg of lamb, Ziegler smiled and said, "I know what you want to ask, do you think Brother Hong is quite rich, so there's no need to do this anymore?"

"I'm a little curious."

Qin Feng nodded and said: "According to what you said, Peng Hong has been doing business on the grassland for more than ten years, and he can earn 20 yuan a year, which is several million. Wan come with me on an adventure in Russia?"

Although Qin Feng has a net worth of billions, he knows that in the society back then, the per capita salary was only more than 2000 yuan, and a millionaire was considered a very rich person.

Buying a house in the capital now costs only a few hundred thousand. With Peng Hong's net worth, there is absolutely no need to eat this bowl of blood-licking food on the grassland.

"Hey, brother Hong's money is not spent on himself."

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Ziegler sighed. Originally, he wouldn't talk about other people's private matters, but after drinking, he suddenly said everything out of a bamboo tube.

It turned out that Peng Hong worked in a very special disciplinary department that specialized in combating foreign terrorists, also known as special forces.

The casualty rate of the combat troops is very high. Peng Hong has served in this army for ten years. The comrades around him are like the same crop of wheat. Every year, some people die and some people come in.

When Peng Hong was 29 years old, he was injured in a mission, and his superiors took good care of him and planned to send Peng Hong to the logistics force to train recruits.

But Peng Hong finally rejected the leader's kindness, and chose to retire after recovering from his injury.

After retiring from the military, Peng Hong counted the list of dead comrades he had collected in the past ten years, and traveled all over the country without hesitation, visiting the homes of all his comrades.

Peng Hong found sadly that almost all the families of the deceased comrades did not live very well. The pensions of those martyrs did not help at all. Many brothers and sisters of the comrades in the countryside dropped out of school because of poverty.

In the end, Peng Hong returned to the grassland and started a business relying on his previous relationships. Although he could earn more than 20 yuan a year, Peng Hong didn't spend any of the money, and sent it all to the company on a monthly basis. The family members of those comrades-in-arms.

For this reason, Peng Hong is now over [-] years old, and he is not even married. In the past ten years, he has helped countless families of his comrades-in-arms, but he is alone.

"Brother Qin, he must have gone to the market town to exchange your money into RMB, and then handed it over to someone to mail back."

Ziegler knew Peng Hong very well. Except for some money for food, he sent all the money out. In the past, the money received in Russia was also paid in advance by the merchants in the mainland.

"Brother Hong is a man!"

Hearing Ziegler's words, Qin Feng nodded silently. Peng Hong's character is really admirable for being able to do such a thing for ten years.

"Of course he's a man!" Ziegler was already a little drunk at this time, and after muttering, he tilted his body to the side, but fell asleep soundly.

"The police station on the grassland is really strange!"

Seeing Ziegler fall asleep so relieved, Qin Feng couldn't laugh or cry, because when he entered the house just now, he saw that the gun was placed in the house without any precautions.
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