Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 233: A Chance

Chapter 233: Chapter 233: A Chance

Yang Fan had not expected such an apparently honest and decent kid to have done this on purpose.

He looked like a pitiful prince, yet unexpectedly, he was quite cunning and had a sharp eye.

He turned his head to glance at the back seat and saw that it was quite cluttered with stuff, mainly bedding and such, which shouldn’t be too much trouble to clear.

"Brother, the way you handle things, I think we should definitely work together long-term!" Yang Fan laughed.

A partner who knows how to handle things is just perfect.

"Then, let me thank you in advance, Boss Yang. From now on, I’ll be relying on your strong support to make a living," Zhao Wu said complimentarily.

"The leg isn’t thick at all, but if I have work, you’ll be the first brother I think of," Yang Fan said sincerely.

In reality, he seldom used his car.

But that didn’t stop him from saying some pleasing words on the spot.

While they were talking, Old Zhou’s call suddenly came through, "Fanzi, how much did you collect?"

"About one thousand five hundred or so. Is that within your range?" Yang Fan asked.

"Not enough, far from enough. The demand this time is high. Go ahead and collect boldly, I definitely won’t let you lose out," Old Zhou, speaking from somewhere, kept his voice very low. "Fanzi, I’ll be frank with you, this is a connection I previously established with a large pharmaceutical factory. If I can meet their quota this time, from then on, damn it, I’ll be their exclusive supplier."

"Do you understand what that means? From then on, I’d be the sole supplier of medicinal herbs for that pharmaceutical factory. Calculate for yourself how much money can be made—it’s definitely enough to keep both us full."

Yang Fan’s heart suddenly sped up. "So, Old Zhou, you mean..."

"From now on, I’ll focus on those large-scale plantations, and you focus on towns. Don’t bother walking the streets anymore; there’s no future in that," Old Zhou said sternly. "As long as you handle this task properly for me this time, I absolutely won’t let you down afterward."

Although Yang Fan was excited, he still retained a trace of rationality.

"So this matter isn’t confirmed yet?" he asked.

"The contract is already signed, this time’s goods are safe with me covering them," Old Zhou assured. "But, only if we deliver the goods on time this time will they sign a supply agreement with us, do you understand? They need to see our capability."

Yang Fan asked, "How much are we short now?"

"More than ten thousand pounds, only the best quality," Old Zhou said gravely. "Fanzi, this time I’m really relying on you. I know you’ve been running around the towns these past few years and know your way around better. Put in some more effort, and let’s secure this!"

"The harvest was too fierce the last few days; the big plantations are almost completely emptied out now, we can only head for the smaller markets. But relying on these scattered herbal farmers, gathering ten thousand pounds seems a bit difficult. We both have to use our means."

"I’ll transfer five hundred thousand to you in a bit, you go all out collecting, and by tomorrow noon, we must have gathered these ten thousand pounds. If not, this deal is definitely off, this really is a good opportunity, you understand what I mean right?"

Yang Fan roughly understood.

But Old Zhou, perhaps too excited or tired, was a bit incoherent in his talk.

"Okay, I know what to do now, I’ll do my best," Yang Fan decided in just a few seconds.

The opportunity that Old Zhou was giving him this time was truly a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Not to mention, the profits Old Zhou was promising him would definitely be higher than before, and the channel more stable.

Just these two points alone were enough for him to desperately work overtime today.

Anyway, with Old Zhou backing him up, he really didn’t need to worry about losing money.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Fan thought for a moment and then said to Zhao Wu, "Brother, let’s get another person. One car might not be enough."

Zhao Wu sat up, "How about I make a few more trips?"

"We might not have enough time," Yang Fan said.

"Boss Yang, you mean to keep on collecting, right? I haven’t finalized deals elsewhere yet. I’ll weigh this cargo now, then you can negotiate here while I deliver. I’ll be back in an hour and a half," Zhao Wu said.

"This truck can definitely carry three thousand pounds. I’ll deliver these first to free up the truck. You continue collecting here, and we can keep in touch. If you’re making quick progress, I’ll come back and get another truck. How does that sound?"

Yang Fan thought for a moment and nodded, "That plan... works."

"I know your intention is to make it easier to escort the truck, Boss Yang. Don’t worry, it’s nothing big, and I can’t run away. Once there, I’ll weigh everything again. Whatever is missing, I’ll pay for. It’s not easy to get such a big deal, and if possible, I really don’t want to hand it over to someone else," Zhao Wu said eagerly.

Yang Fan smiled, "Alright, let’s settle on that."

The reason he wanted to get another truck was indeed to facilitate truck escorting.

With stakes that could easily reach tens of thousands, he couldn’t help but be diligent.

Pan Xiaoxia walked out of the metal house in the coal yard and waved at Yang Fan from a distance.

Zhao Wu drove into the coal yard, weighed the herbs on the truck, accounting for one thousand six hundred pounds with a little extra.

After confirming the weight was correct, Yang Fan immediately settled the payment for Pan Xiaoxia’s batch on the spot.

Old Zhou had just transferred five hundred thousand, and nearly eighty thousand yuan was spent in a snap.

The price of ninety-two was always per kilogram, but when Pan Xiaoxia told him about it, it was by the pound.

Yang Fan’s heart pounded as he had never dealt with such a large amount of money before.

Thankfully, with Old Zhou backing him, otherwise, he would have had to think it over for three days and nights before spending the money.

Yang Fan told Zhao Wu to deliver the herbs to Old Zhou’s store first, then turned his head and said to Pan Xiaoxia, "Sister, you should be quite familiar with the situation in this town. Let’s go door to door, shall we?"

"You still need more?!" Pan Xiaoxia was shocked.

Yang Fan nodded, "Currently, we are still short a few thousand pounds. However, the highest price I can offer this time is ninety-one. What do you think?"

"I can definitely accept that. There are quite a few medicine dealers in town, and we should be able to gather a few thousand pounds. It all depends on whether they agree to the price or not. Many people were buying at ninety-three or four a few days ago, so they might not sell," Pan Xiaoxia said.

"Then let’s hurry on," Yang Fan said.

"Okay, let’s take a cab," Pan Xiaoxia said and walked towards the roadside.

The two waited for about ten minutes before finally hailing a cab.

By the time Zhao Wu returned, the two of them had politely visited all the medicine dealers in Sifang Town, but the amount gathered was very limited, totaling only one thousand pounds, still far from the number Old Zhou had expected.