Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space-Chapter 794 - 668: Acquisition in Progress

Mr. Wang looked over the prices and found them acceptable, especially looking at Zhang Guoqing and his wife to see if they had any objections. If they were fine with it, he planned to make the decision right then.

Gazing at the three boxes of five-hundred-year-old wild ginseng in the middle of the table, Zhang Guoqing nodded slightly to the old man without needing Zhou Jiao’s prompt. He would have accepted an increase of up to 30%, let alone 10%.

Little Ping’an sat silently on the kang, his eyes assessing the expressions of everyone in the room. Earlier, his mother mentioned the maximum acceptable increase was 30%. Maybe these items would be worth a lot in the future?

Mr. Wang hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Alright. We’ll go with the price you suggested. If anyone has any Heshma Oil, bring it over too. We’ll pay 10% above the purchase price."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four old men selling ginseng beamed with joy. One of them asked, "Older brother, does this apply to rare items being priced above the procurement station by 10% as well?"

The old man next to him laughed and scolded, "You’re asking for more after getting a good deal. Take it or leave it."

Zhang Guoqing took a closer look at that old man who just spoke, noticing his shifty eyes, suggesting he still had some good stuff. Especially since it was rumored he had been injured collecting a thousand-year-old ginseng king before. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Recalling his trip to the deep mountains with Mr. Wang and the others, that area covered in wild ginseng, he thought any place with a thousand-year-old ginseng king wouldn’t have just one.

He could imagine it, and so could Mr. Wang. He smiled and said, "With the prices discussed, I won’t take up more of everyone’s time. I’ll be around these days, so I ask you all to keep an eye out for good pieces for me."

"Alright, no problem."

"I’ll ask my old friends later."

Lin Quan handed Mr. Wang a small scale.

Mr. Wang waved his hand, "You should do it. Weigh them one by one, and we’ll pay immediately."

Soon, as Lin Quan announced the weight, Zhou Jiao quickly calculated the amounts, Zhang Guoqing paid the money, and Uncle Wang repacked the goods.

In less than ten minutes, the thirty-seven ginseng roots over a hundred years old, along with the three five-hundred-year-old wild ginseng, fetched eighteen thousand bucks in payment.

The transaction was very pleasant for both parties, and neither Lin Quan nor the sellers fussed about small amounts, opting to round them off. With a thick wad of cash, the four old men stashed it on themselves and bade farewell.

Once the people in the east room, including Mr. Wang, left, he gestured for Zhang Guoqing to pick first.

Zhang Guoqing hurriedly shook his hand, "Grandpa Wang, I’m mostly buying for others. If I run out of goods, I’ll just send them money back. You pick first, and after you’re done, it’ll still be in time."

Mr. Wang, hearing this, refused even more firmly: "Since you paid earlier, calculating would be cumbersome. These all go to you. The next batch will be mine, how about it?"

Lin Quan interjected, "I’ve contacted many people, with several more batches coming. We don’t need to worry about not having goods. This sounds good. Kid, quickly gather the items, we’ll have more coming soon."

Zhang Guoqing, seeing this, stopped being polite and passed the wrapped package to Ping’an on the kang, laughing, "Alright. If you fail to collect Old Shan, we’ll share again later."

When Ping’an received it, he immediately moved to the kang corner, covered it with a quilt, and leaned on it, his eyes crinkled with joy forming crescent moons.

"Is Accountant Lin here?"

Lin Quan hastily responded and went out to greet the new arrivals, who were two middle-aged men.

As soon as they entered the east room, they set aside pleasantries, with the elder one accepting a black bag from his companion, cautiously pouring out ten wooden boxes.

The other middle-aged man explained, "There are twenty inside. We worry about being too conspicuous, so we packed them together. I still have over ten small-year wild ginseng at home, freshly collected from fellow villagers. I’m not sure if you want them, so I didn’t bring them."

"Deal with this batch first. Old brother, you have many connections. Help me see who else has stock these days." After saying this, Lin Quan explained to Mr. Wang and the others, "In previous years, out-of-town medicine merchants would always contact these two brothers."

Zhang Guoqing nodded in acknowledgment. These were the local familiar wholesalers, collecting from nearby counties to earn some profit margins.

Mr. Wang laughed, "Thank you for your hard work, both of you. Please quote a price."

"Mr. Wang, we brothers don’t make unreasonable offers. From those people’s fresh ginseng to processing, it took quite some effort. Pricing 10% above the purchasing station’s rate—does that work?"

"These prices align with our local internal rates. Even for forest-sheltered ginseng, we price it 10% above the purchasing station."

With the prior transaction as precedent, this time Mr. Wang had no objections, opened the boxes, and found the processing method decent as he inspected a few. He nodded with a smile, signaling Lin Quan to start weighing.

Wild ginseng, worth enough for wholesalers’ attention, had no issues in appearance or age; unfortunately, aside from one three-hundred-year wild ginseng, others were a hundred-year ginsengs.

This time, Zhang Guoqing handled packing, and Uncle Wang paid. Ultimately, the twenty ginseng and their weight cost Mr. Wang over seven thousand five hundred bucks.

Before the two left, seeing that Mr. Wang didn’t want fresh ginseng on them, Zhang Guoqing asked them to leave an address, arranging for a visit in the evening to inspect the goods.

He thought to himself that these two had connections, making it more convenient to hand over things he intended to purchase, saving him effort in searching.

Continuing until before mealtime, two waves of people came, after Mr. Wang spent twenty thousand bucks, he suggested Zhang Guoqing handle the remaining purchase. After seeing off today’s last wave post-dinner around six in the evening, Zhang Guoqing ended up spending a full fifty thousand bucks buying wild ginseng.

Luckily, Mr. Wang had foresight, taking Lin Quan outside the east room to chat. Otherwise, from Uncle Wang’s shift from astonishment to numbness, one could tell just how much money Zhang Guoqing had spent.

Of course, Lin Quan wasn’t blind either, able to estimate overall. But upon Mr. Wang vaguely mentioning Zhou Jiao’s background and how the couple was helping Beijing families return with goods, he perceptively avoided the topic, saying nothing further.

From the moment Zhang Guoqing’s family followed him home, he realized that this couple was either wealthy or noble. Not to mention the fair-skinned, tender toddler wearing genuine leather sandals; even their dining mannerisms revealed some clues.

In the past, accompanying his master to big cities, those young men exuded grace in every gesture, cultivated from childhood with luxury.

However, these kinds of people were his preferred trade partners. Compared to those arrogant, despising brats, winning over his sharp-eyed master uncle’s favor suggested this family had a good foundation.

Zhang Guoqing multitasked, easily hearing Mr. Wang’s statements. But since Mr. Wang seemed to have a plan, he didn’t bother paying more attention.

From the onset, neither the couple intended to hide their identities. Letting Lin Quan know their names would allow an inquisitive person to easily discover who they were.

With Mr. Wang’s involvement, as Zhou Jiao mentioned, there was nothing to worry about.