Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 419

Chapter 419: Chapter 419

The siblings brought a total of twenty-seven kilograms of Black spirit ginseng, and Yang Fan splurged almost thirty thousand yuan in one go.

Today’s expenditures broke one hundred thousand smoothly.

If this scale of business had been proposed in the past, Yang Fan wouldn’t have even dared to think about it.

But now, this had almost become his daily routine.

He finally understood how Old Zhou, despite his eyes being bloodshot, still stared fixedly at his phone, timing each second as he received deliveries—the stakes were so high that it was impossible not to feel tense.

After settling the bill, the jubilant siblings left.

With an income of twenty-seven thousand, it was clearly a significant sum for them.

This was truly a windfall.

Bai Mengzhu came out from inside, glanced quickly at Yang Fan, and said, "Hurry up and get busy with your stuff, no more thinking about crooked schemes, you’re making my food go cold."

"Okay, as you say." Yang Fan replied very obediently.

Right now, he really wasn’t in the mood to think about anything else.

Yang Fan’s sudden compliance clearly surprised Bai Mengzhu.

She didn’t say anything further but sat down on the sofa and quietly ate her lunch.

Yang Fan took out his phone and called Old Zhou, sitting down as he waited for the call to connect, hastily digging into his meal.

He planned to offload these high-value goods soon, holding onto them made him uneasy.

Old Zhou’s phone connected.

"Fanzi, don’t tell me you’ve got another truckload for me? My luck hasn’t been great lately, hurry up and give me some good news." Old Zhou said cheerfully.

"I collected quite a bit of Jian Shou Qing today, how about I send you a little to top you up?" Yang Fan joked.

"You know I’m allergic to that stuff. If you have some fresh Matsutake, you could send me some of that." Old Zhou laughed, "Damn, even though Jian Shou Qing is delicious, I just can’t seem to get lucky with it."

"I’ve got Matsutake too, not a good day today—I got over sixty kilograms." Yang Fan said.

This was Yang Fan’s biggest investment today.

This product hadn’t yet hit the markets broadly, and its price was at a peak, comparable to the Black spirit ginseng’s.

Today, Yang Fan’s highest bid was one thousand two hundred yuan, and the lowest was eight hundred and fifty.

This sixty-some kilograms of Matsutake could allow him to make a tidy little profit of a few thousand.

"How much?!" Old Zhou’s voice suddenly rose.

"Damn, Fanzi, what kind of constitution do you have? Isn’t this a bit too much? Your town can’t have that many mushrooms, right? It’s just been a few days since they started selling, and you’re already hoarding dozens of kilograms, that’s outrageous!"

Yang Fan laughed, "Can’t help it, I’ve built a good reputation, everyone prefers dealing with me, what can I say?"

"You better watch out, lad, collecting so much, be careful not to get blocked at your door!" Old Zhou said.

"I didn’t demand an outrageous amount, nor did I maliciously raise or lower the price. I just added a little extra per jin and rounded off a bit in reverse—that way, everyone is happy and they naturally trust me," Yang Fan said.

Old Zhou spoke earnestly, "Fanzi, I’m not joking with you about this. You really need to take it seriously and be more cautious. From what you’re saying, you’ve been snatching business from others quite aggressively."

"Others are insanely driving the prices down to the bottom line, almost desperate to lower them in one go. But look at you, just after a few words from someone, you drop your price. Sure, you achieve higher volume on thinner margins, but it also makes countless people envy you."

"When businessmen get jealous, you never know what they might do."

Yang Fan deeply agreed but didn’t consider changing his methods.

If he were to follow the crowd and press the prices down to the bottom like everyone else, he wouldn’t possibly have the connections and foundation he had now, let alone think about making big money and improving his and his family’s quality of life.

Moreover, he didn’t let up by much—usually just about one percent more or even less.

But his service was exceptional. Even if a customer was deep in the mountains, he would ride his bike to find them. No matter if it was just a few jins someone had, as long as they called, he would show up to buy, sometimes even paying a bit extra so as not to look down on them or begrudge them for selling so little.

There were many reasons he had such a large customer base, and not just because he added a little extra to the price.

Nowadays, people are not fools—everyone has their own internal balance.

"You’re making me anxious; what’s the current price for Black spirit ginseng?" Yang Fan asked.

"One thousand one hundred," Old Zhou said, "Don’t tell me you got your hands on that stuff too?"

"There’s not much profit in it, but I did happen to get a bit, not a lot. I’ll bring it over to you later," Yang Fan said.

With this item, he could only earn a hardship fee.

"How much do you have? If it’s only a little, then it’s that price, but if you have about ten jins, the price will definitely be different," Old Zhou chuckled, "Too little, you make me set up a special account, too much hassle. You’ve got to understand that, Fanzi."

"Of course, I do. Twenty-odd jins, kilos," Yang Fan said.

"Shit, what kind of constitution do you have? Honestly, I’m jealous, I’m seriously jealous, Fanzi," Old Zhou couldn’t help but curse.

Even though it was over the phone, Yang Fan could practically feel the spittle flying towards his face.

"I’m not making much, why are you so worked up?" Yang Fan said, exasperated.

"Not making much? With this quantity, I definitely can’t be too harsh on you, right? One thousand two hundred, you must be making at least three hundred yuan per jin, right? Twenty-odd jins, that’s a decent amount, Fanzi," Old Zhou exclaimed.

"Not quite three hundred, I bought it just over one thousand," Yang Fan said. "But, indeed, I can make something."

"You really deserve a beating, overpricing like that!" Old Zhou said, speechless.

"Those two guys, I feel they could become major clients in the future; I’ve got to curry favor with them. Anyone who can find that much Black spirit ginseng in the mountains must be pretty elite, right? If they could get twenties of kilos today, I think there will be more," Yang Fan said with a laugh.

Old Zhou suddenly fell silent, "I actually think you make a lot of sense."

"Isn’t that a logic you taught me?" Yang Fan said, jokingly.

"Huh? You’re saying I did... Well, it does seem like it. But I never thought of it until you mentioned it; I just felt like we were two of a kind, hahaha," Old Zhou laughed heartily.

"Hurry and bring it over later; I know you don’t feel secure holding onto such valuable stuff. Let me handle it for you. Oh, and bring the Matsutake mushrooms too; I’ll take them to give as gifts," Old Zhou said.

"Okay."