A small plot of land in a mountain village

The girls present couldn't help but shout out. The room was filled with a faint milky aroma. After tasting it, Minjie opened her cherry-like mouth in surprise. The cherry was fragrant, and she quickly realized what Meixian was planning to do with it.

Meixian is now beaming with pride. "Now you know how expensive these cherries are! I bought a hundred baskets, and I still didn't dare to buy too many, but I'm sure I won't lose money this time."

One hundred baskets of cherries is 40,000 yuan! Meixian is really bold to buy so many at once.

Shi Min's beauty salon is considered average in the provincial capital; some wealthy people frequent it. Overall, business is just so-so.

After using this creamy cherry facial mask on customers in the afternoon, many wealthy women unexpectedly came the next day, requesting to continue using the same cherry facial mask. This delighted everyone at the beauty salon, with Meixian being the happiest of all.

In the following days, many people came here. They could see the effect of applying cherry juice to their faces the next day. Minjie and her colleagues had to use the cherries sparingly.

Meixian regretted not buying more at the market, but then she thought that it was rare for a beauty salon to spend so much money.

Besides Mei-hsien using the cherries to boost the beauty salon's reputation, the guy who made the most money was Big Beard, who bought five hundred baskets of cherries in one go.

These creamy cherries have become an instant hit with the market, as fragrant cherries are a rare find. Moreover, among office workers, there's a saying that applying these fragrant cherries to the face has amazing beauty benefits.

All five hundred baskets of cherries were sold at a high price, making Big Beard a fortune. Big Beard was overjoyed, filled with admiration for his woman; in just a few days, she had earned almost half a year's income. His underlings, in particular, were even more impressed, earning a significant bonus that month.

These are all stories for later. By noon, Zhang Niu had sold almost all of his thousand or so baskets of cherries, many of which were bought by Wang and Zhou, the owners of a restaurant.

The two went to the market early in the morning to sell some fruit. It's popular to put a plate of fruit on the table before eating these days. As soon as they came in, they saw a lot of people carrying baskets of cherries.

I stopped a vendor on the way and asked him what was going on. I found out that someone ahead was selling fragrant cherries, and he was exaggerating how good they were.

Both of them were cunning and shrewd. Fragrant cherries were a rare and delicious fruit, and they had never even seen them before. After finding out where they were, they rushed over, only to discover that it was Fatty Qian and Zhang Niu when they squeezed in.

The fat man was subjected to a barrage of criticism from the two men. They hadn't even told them about these good cherries; what heartless bastards!

The two bought a hundred baskets of cherries, their faces beaming, and ordered them to be quickly transported back to the restaurant.

Nearly a thousand baskets of cherries were thus divided up among everyone. Many vendors even bought them together because the cherries were too expensive. However, a significant portion of the cherries were purchased by restaurants and leisurely resorts.

Whew! Finally, I can take a breather. There are so many people here. Many of the buyers from the resort don't care about the high prices; if yours is expensive, my prices can be several times higher.

Zhang Niu naturally understood this principle. It's like how a bottle of Master Kong black tea costs only 2.5 yuan in a supermarket, but the price rises to 10 yuan in a KTV. People who drink it will care about the price, which is actually the same reason.

In particular, the people from the resort left their business cards, hoping to call and contact us next time these cherries are available. Most of them were just saying polite words.

Zhang Niu wasn't a pure businessman, so he didn't take it to heart.

"What kind of stuff is Fatty selling?" It was just past noon when the bearded man came over with a glamorous woman in his arms.

Once you make the "OK" sign, it's done.

"Let's go then! I've reserved a private room at Jinhuihuang," he said to Zhang Niu and the others.

Back home, the bearded man told her about buying five hundred baskets of cherries, and the glamorous woman kept praising him for doing a good job. They then had another intimate moment in the room.

At noon, a group of people arrived at the Brilliant Hotel in the city center. This hotel is a well-known hotel in the city, and wealthy people like to come here for a luxurious experience.

Zhang Niu felt like a country bumpkin visiting a grand estate when he entered this star-rated place. Upon stepping inside, he was greeted by magnificent and luxurious decor.

The decor truly lives up to the reputation of this magnificent restaurant.

Boss Wang and Boss Zhou naturally knew this place. In the past, when they entertained guests, a single meal here would cost several thousand yuan. People who didn't have much money in their pockets wouldn't dare to step into this place.

The fat man came in and immediately started introducing the place to Zhang Niu, even telling him some little-known stories. Zhang Niu was amazed; the upper class was truly full of wonders. From competing in wealth to comparing women, the variety was astounding. It really opened Zhang Niu's eyes.

They took the elevator straight to the private room on the third floor. The elevator ride had made Zhang Niu feel incredibly stifled, so he quickly stepped out to get some fresh air. Everyone says elevators are great, but it seemed taking the stairs was much more comfortable.

"Everyone, come in. This is a room I booked."

A quiet and elegant private room, with a view of the bustling traffic on the street below from the window.

This private room is fully equipped, including a restroom. It seems that a star-rated restaurant is indeed a star-rated restaurant; the quality is not on the same level as the small restaurant owned by Boss Wang.

As soon as everyone sat down, a waiter came in with drinks and said, "Please enjoy your meal. The food will be served shortly." Then he left the room.

The fat man wasn't very polite; he simply picked up the bottle cap and opened a bottle of XO.

XO is a good wine, the fat man poured himself a glass and filled everyone else's glasses.

Unexpectedly, this bearded man was quite generous this time, offering everyone good wine. He raised his glass and gulped down several mouthfuls. Good wine is truly exceptional.

This was Zhang Niu's first time trying XO. He had seen it on TV a few times, but he still followed others and took a few bites.

Soon a table full of dishes was served, leaving Zhang Niu unsure of what to eat. He held his chopsticks, unsure where to begin.

"Don't just stand there, everyone start eating!" the bearded man called out.

The simple meal plus the wine probably cost no less than several thousand. Zhang Niu started to eat heartily, picking up food and putting it in his bowl. This place is hard to come by, so he should fill his stomach first.

"Fatty, this is a toast to you." He raised his glass high.

"drink"

Zhang Niu had only drunk a little XO, but his face was already feeling hot. It seemed he couldn't drink too much; this liquor was quite potent. It seemed the plums at home were the same way.

The group drank and ate, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"Fatty, you know that place in the suburbs where the rats live, right?" He brought this up halfway through his drink.

"Rat knows, right? Wasn't that kid doing really well? How did he get into trouble?" I haven't been to Rat's place in a long time. I remember going there for drinks at the beginning of the year.

The bearded man said with a wry smile, "You know he raises rabbits, right?"

"I know, could it be that there's something wrong with the rabbit?"

"Yes, that's right. His rabbits have a problem, and it's not a minor one. The rabbits that were fine a while ago have all suddenly fallen ill."

"Then just go see a doctor, what's there to worry about?" The fat man didn't care much about it; when you're sick, you go to the vet.

He picked up his glass, took a sip, and said with a wry smile, "I don't know what's wrong with this batch of rabbits. I've consulted not only doctors, but also friends at the research institute. I've spent a lot of money, but they still can't find the slightest problem. I'm not planning to sell this batch of rabbits."

"That's over 100,000, but nearly two-thirds of the rabbits have already been sold. I just went to check on them yesterday."

Zhang Niu ate his food while listening intently. It turned out the rabbit was sick. "What kind of illness could be so serious?" he asked. "What kind of rabbit does your friend have?"

Boss Wang was also a little curious; what kind of rabbit could cause such a loss of money?

The fat man chuckled: "Isn't it just raising some ornamental rabbits? I heard they're all imported from abroad."

These days, anything labeled "imported from abroad" can command a significantly higher price; it seems the label itself is quite valuable.

"Why are you interested in rabbits?" the bearded man asked casually after hearing Zhang Niu's comment.

Zhang Niu quickly shook his head. "It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, I was just asking casually."

"Oh, I see. If you're thinking of buying it, I can recommend it. Maybe the feng shui is bad, and maybe the illness will disappear if you move it to a different place." He didn't forget to help his friend promote the product.

Who would buy a sick rabbit, especially an ornamental one? It's not like they're giving away money; only a fool would do that. Both Mr. Wang and his partner shared this thought.

The bearded man was just making small talk; who would actually ask anyone present to buy anything?

"I wonder how much your friend plans to sell this rabbit for." Zhang Niu, who had just said he was going to ask, suddenly blurted out this, making everyone wonder if he had drunk too much XO earlier.

"Young man, you're quite good. Are you planning to buy a rabbit? If you're not sure, let me ask you one more question."

"Hmm, let's see what the price is like. After all, it's a sick rabbit, and this..."

You don't even need to guess what they mean: "Don't worry about that, the price is negotiable."

"Zhang Niu, you haven't had too much to drink, have you? Why are you planning to buy rabbits?" the fat man asked quickly, probably on a whim, something that happens quite often.

"It's nothing. Didn't Big Beard just say that changing the feng shui would be good? I feel my place is pretty good, so I'm planning to buy it and give it a try." This reason was a bit far-fetched.

The bearded man was surprised that his bad idea had actually worked. What they didn't know was that Zhang Niu had just thought of it; he had a spatial dimension where the free-range ducks had stayed and drunk from the pond, and none of them had gotten sick afterward.

Having this idea, Zhang Niu dared to speak it out rashly. Coincidentally, the big-bearded man's bad idea was exactly what he wanted to do.

The fat man tried to persuade him a few times to no avail, so he didn't say anything more. But thinking that he could tame wild boars, crocodiles, and wolves, he figured that this minor illness might be cured by some folk remedy in the village. With that thought, Zhang Niu breathed a sigh of relief.

When Zhang Niu said he wanted to buy rabbits, the person who was happiest was Big Beard, because he also owned a significant number of shares in the rabbit farm.

None of them drank much at noon. Boss Wang and his group were all heading back to the county town, so they said goodbye early and left. They even managed to get a free meal at noon, which was quite satisfying.

The meal cost over five thousand yuan, letting Zhang Niu know what a high-end place is. This is also the difference between the poor and the rich. A meal like that makes ordinary people work hard for three months.

"You guys go back and rest for a bit. I'm going to buy some things for my little sister. I'll find you at the market later," he said to the fat man and the others as he came out.

"Okay, we'll wait for you at the market. Don't be late." (To be continued. For more chapters and to support the author, please log in and read the original version!)