Age: My Small World

Chapter 402: Turn around and use it
After hearing the purpose of Yang Jun's visit, the middle-aged man was certain that he was not looking for trouble.

Since he wants to sell something, he will naturally take a good look at it.

"A hundred-year-old ginseng? Haha, in the past ten years, I have only handled one piece. How could this young man possibly produce it?" He shook his head secretly in his heart, but did not show it.

However, when Yang Jun opened the thing and handed it to him, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"How can it be?!"

His speed was more than three times faster than before, and he no longer had a leisurely attitude.

Zhang Shouchun carefully stroked the ginseng beard, and a fresh and familiar smell came from it. It was indeed wild ginseng, not fake.

And more importantly, this is indeed a hundred-year-old ginseng.

It is not difficult to distinguish the age of ginseng. You just need to look at the number of its rhizomes. That is, there are some obvious nodes at the bottom of the root looking up. Those are the rhizomes of ginseng. The more rhizomes, the older it is. More than ten rhizomes mean that the ginseng is more than ten years old.

The ginseng in front of me has stalks growing on all four sides, which are quite tightly connected together. However, it can be seen that there are at least eighty or ninety stalks, or even hundreds of them. It is indeed a real hundred-year-old ginseng and does not contain any water.

More importantly, this ginseng has a plump body and dense roots. It is absolutely top-grade, much better than the ordinary century-old wild ginseng, and its price is definitely higher.

"Comrade, are you sure you want to sell it?" The middle-aged man held the ginseng tightly and was reluctant to let go. He looked as if he would probably faint from anger if Yang Jun said he would not sell it.

"Sell." Yang Jun did not hesitate.

The middle-aged man's eyes relaxed: "Okay, wait a moment, I will calculate the price for you."

Medicinal material companies generally don't fool ordinary people. After all, the things they collect don't belong to them.

Of course, if they really come across something good, some people may take risks.

But what is Yang Jun's identity? How could he dare to do such a thing in front of him? The middle-aged man might also have a better personality and quickly began to calculate.

After a while, he said a number with trembling lips.

"Ten thousand yuan, plus three bicycle tickets."

The ticket is not valuable, but the ten thousand yuan is a sincere gift.

Yang Jun's initial psychological price was 5,000 yuan, but now that it has doubled, he is naturally happy to sell it.

So he agreed to sell it without bargaining.

The middle-aged man also laughed when he saw this. Today's business was not a loss. If he sent this thing up, it would definitely be a great achievement, which was much more important than a few thousand dollars.

The current ginseng market is not very expensive, and farms have also started to grow artificial ginseng, which has lowered the price of ginseng a little. However, before it reaches a large scale, wild ginseng has a very large market. For example, in the rural areas near Changbai Mountain, there are many ginseng collectors who collect a large amount of ginseng and sell it to the city, and the price is often only a few hundred yuan.

Even so, they are happy to do it.

If Yang Jun had not come directly to the leader with his ID, the medicinal materials company would not have easily accepted his things, and might even have arrested him. If he was from a commune, he would have been charged with destroying collective property.

Fortunately, he won't do this again, mainly because the cost-effectiveness is really not high.

After spending countless spiritual water and hard work, I finally got a mere 10,000 yuan. The gap is really big.

He might as well grow his own food and sell it. He could make much more money over the years.

Now Yang Jun has sold food to Zhang Hu several times and has tens of thousands of yuan in his hands, so he is not short of money.

"I'll just grow another one to keep for emergency use. There's no point in selling it," he thought. Then he took the ten thousand yuan and three bicycle tickets and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man suddenly said, "Wait, comrade, do you still have this kind of ginseng? Our herbal medicine company will buy it at the same price."

Yang Jun turned his head and looked at him with amusement.

"Boss, you must have already noticed that this is a century-old ginseng. If that's the case, do you think it's that easy to find? If there really were any more, I wouldn't be hiding them. I would have sold them all at once."

He had to use his ID to sell the product, otherwise people would cause trouble for him. Even if he sold it to a medicinal material company, it would still be very risky, so he couldn't do it again.

The middle-aged man thought so too, so he said awkwardly: "That's all right, take care."

After Yang Jun left, he didn't think much about it. He quickly found a box for ginseng, grabbed the ginseng on the table and put it in, then started walking in a certain direction. He even left the door of the medicinal materials company before Yang Jun.

"Could this person be trying to curry favor with someone?"

He could tell from the sweet fragrance he had just passed by that it was the scent of hundred-year-old ginseng. With a slight perception, he could determine what the middle-aged man was holding.

"Forget it, now that the item has been sold, I don't care where it goes. It has nothing to do with me anyway."

He went out and found Jiang Xueying who had been waiting for a long time, took out a stack of coins and shook them in front of her.

The girl was surprised and asked quickly:

"Did you really sell it? How much did you sell?"

Yang Jun raised a finger: "Ten thousand."

"Ten thousand?!" Even though her family was well off, Jiang Xueying was shocked by the number.

"Just one herb, selling it for ten thousand yuan?"

"Yes, otherwise why would I come here specifically to sell it."

"Besides, ginseng is a very good herb that can save lives. There are many people waiting to use it every day. Moreover, the ginseng is a hundred years old, and it is estimated that it has been used by someone by now."

Yang Jun was right. The ginseng had indeed been used when they went to eat.

In a ward at 301 General Hospital.

The middle-aged man was standing by the bed, smiling carefully.

And on the bed, there was an old man with a dignified face looking at him indifferently.

"Shouchun, are you threatening me to sell you ginseng? This thing looks freshly dug out, and you're getting it so soon?"

Nowadays, most wild ginseng is transported from Changbai Mountain, and the journey takes no less than ten days or half a month. After arriving here, it is inevitable that some of the preservation is not done properly, and the medicinal properties of the medicinal materials will be slightly lost. However, the ginseng in front of him is extremely perfect in the eyes of the old man.

"Old leader, I'm an upright cadre. How could I do such a thing? Someone really came to sell it to me, so I bought it and sent it to you as soon as possible."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man showed admiration for the old man on the bed.

The old man on the bed not only has an important identity, but is also his mentor in learning Chinese medicine and his leader in the army. If he had not led everyone out of crisis time and time again, he would not have the opportunity to sit in an office in his middle age now.

So, he really came to deliver the medicine sincerely, hoping that the old man would recover quickly.

(End of this chapter)