You were sent to participate in a transformation program, not to participate in poverty alleviation.

"Young man, got some good stuff?"

The middle-aged man was initially nonchalant, but his eyes widened instantly when his gaze fell on Qin Hao's bag.

He crouched down, picked up a matsutake mushroom, examined it closely, and even brought it close to smell it, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes:

"What a find! All young juvenile kiwis, and the quality... were they just picked? Not a single blemish."

Old Zhang was filming from the side with his camera, secretly surprised.

Although he wasn't an expert, he could tell from the shopkeeper's expression that Qin Hao's bag of things was no ordinary item.

"Boss, give me a price."

Qin Hao said calmly.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and held out a hand:

"This kind of stuff is not commonly seen in town."

I'll give you a high price, 50 yuan per jin, how about it?

Old Zhang gasped behind the camera.

50 yuan per jin? Qin Hao's bag looks like it weighs eight or nine jin, right?

Wouldn't that sell for four or five hundred yuan?

In 2010, the average worker's monthly salary was only one or two thousand yuan.

This kid ran around the mountains all afternoon and earned a quarter of someone else's monthly salary?

However, Qin Hao smiled and closed the bag.

"Boss, that's not how you do business."

A piece of velvet of this quality would fetch at least this price in a county or city.

Qin Hao made a "3" gesture.

The boss's expression changed; he clearly hadn't expected this young-looking boy to be so knowledgeable.

He gritted his teeth, looking at the bag of premium goods, truly reluctant to let go:

"Alright! You're a smart guy, young man. I won't play games with you then."

This bag probably weighs eight or nine pounds. I'll give you a flat price of 1000 yuan! I'll take it all!

Holy crap!

A gasp came from behind the camera.

Old Zhang's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the camera.

1000 yuan?!

He worked himself to the bone at the TV station for a month, and his basic salary was only two or three thousand.

This kid earned 1000 in just one afternoon?

Is this still a reality show like "Transformation"? This is practically a get-rich-quick scheme!

Old Zhang's eyes changed when he looked at Qin Hao.

He even had an impulse: I'm not going to film anymore, I'm going to go dig for mushrooms in the mountains!

However, Qin Hao's expression remained completely unmoved in the face of the temptation of this huge sum of money.

He calmly shook his head: "Not for sale."

"Huh? Why?!" the boss exclaimed anxiously.

"This price is absolutely sky-high for this town!"

Go ask around, who can offer a higher price than me?

"The price is fair, but I don't plan to sell everything right now."

Qin Hao picked out a few slightly inferior ones from the bag, which amounted to about a pound.

"I'm only selling this one pound. One hundred yuan, will you buy it?"

The boss was stunned, and so was Lao Zhang.

"Young man, what's wrong with you...?"

The boss looked completely bewildered. "Why wouldn't you make money?"

"I need it urgently, I'll only sell one pound to cover my travel expenses."

Qin Hao's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

Seeing Qin Hao's unyielding attitude, and glancing at the few matsutake mushrooms, the shopkeeper could only sigh helplessly.

"Fine, fine, I give up. One hundred it is!"

The transaction was complete. Qin Hao now held a bright red 100-yuan bill in his hand.

Without pausing, he turned and headed towards the town's bus station.

"Young Master Qin, what... what are you doing?"

Old Zhang followed behind, completely baffled by Qin Hao's thought process.

Why would you choose to earn only 100 yuan instead of 1,000?

Qin Hao walked to the ticket window and slapped on the 100-yuan bill:

"Go to the nearest big city, take the next available train. One ticket."

"One sheet?" Old Zhang was dumbfounded.

"What about me? Young Master Qin, aren't you going to buy me one? You just earned a hundred yuan!"

Qin Hao turned around, looked at Lao Zhang as if he were a fool, and clutched his pocket tightly:

"Brother Zhang, do you have some misunderstanding about the Transformation Project?"

I'm a poor kid here to "experience life," and this hundred yuan is my first pot of gold.

This is my start-up capital, and every penny must be spent wisely.

"Buying you a ticket? That's a different price."

"Besides,"

Qin Hao pointed to the name tag on Lao Zhang's body.

"Doesn't your production team have a budget? Why don't you buy it yourself?"

Old Zhang opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Looking at Qin Hao's miserly face, Old Zhang could only roll his eyes.

Feeling utterly unlucky, I pulled out my wallet and bought myself a ticket too.

"This guy is nothing like a rich kid."

Old Zhang muttered to himself.

"This guy is clearly a ruthless exploiter!"

..............................

The long-distance bus bumped along the winding road for three hours.

Before noon, Qin Hao and Lao Zhang were already standing on the land of Yunzhou, a nearby prefecture-level city.

Compared to that dilapidated town, Yunzhou City was obviously much more prosperous.

Skyscrapers, bustling traffic, and the air is thick with the smell of money.

As soon as Qin Hao got out of the car, he didn't wander around like a headless fly, but went straight to a newsstand by the roadside.

"Sir, I have something to ask you."

Qin Hao wore a deceptively innocent smile, and his voice was clear and melodious.

"I'm delivering mountain produce for my family."

Where is the biggest wet market or seafood restaurant in our city, the kind that rich people like to go to?

The newspaper vendor looked at the handsome, polite, and sensible young man in front of him and immediately felt a sense of goodwill towards him.

"Wow, this young man is quite diligent."

The old man kindly gave directions.

"If you want to sell good products, you have to go to the seafood wholesale market near 'Xianweiju'."

Or it could be the 'Fu Wah Farmers Market' in the city center.

There are many wealthy people over there, and many discerning business owners.

"Okay! Thank you, sir! I wish you booming business and good health!"

Qin Hao thanked him sweetly, and his string of auspicious words made the old man beam with joy.

After saying goodbye to the old man, Qin Hao led Lao Zhang at a brisk pace straight to the Fuhua Farmers Market.

Old Zhang followed behind, watching Qin Hao skillfully ask for directions and interact with passersby, and couldn't help but marvel at it in his heart.

This kid doesn't seem like one of those arrogant rich kids at all.

This kind of social survival ability is even stronger than that of those seasoned veterans who have been in society for many years.

Upon arriving at the market, Qin Hao didn't rush to set up a stall, but instead took a stroll around the market.

Finally, they settled on a shop with the most luxurious decor that specialized in high-end mushrooms and mountain delicacies.

——"Mountain Delicacies Pavilion".

Several luxury cars were parked in front of the shop, and the customers coming in and out were all dressed in wealthy and noble attire.

Qin Hao straightened his clothes, picked up the snakeskin bag, and went inside.

"Boss, are you ready to receive the goods?"

The shop owner behind the counter was a chubby middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, calculating the bill.

Hearing the sound, he looked up at Qin Hao and frowned slightly.

A boy in old tracksuits was carrying a dirty snakeskin bag...

This style of art doesn't match his high-end store at all.

"Go away, we don't accept loose goods here."

The boss waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.

"Turn left after you leave the house to set up a street stall."