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Chapter 312 - Chapter 312 312. What kind of Moutai was exchanged_1

Chapter 312: 312. What kind of Moutai was exchanged_1 Chapter 312: 312. What kind of Moutai was exchanged_1 As convenient as it was, everyone’s home was not short on cigarettes; it was just a novelty for a moment.

Old Yun, however, was brimming with excitement. He had just stuffed a cigarette into his mouth and with a “click,” lit it with his lighter.

He took a deep drag with practiced ease, and then his expression seemed to freeze.

It took a good while before he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

Then he began to stare off into space.

The other three elderly men were fiddling with the cigarette roller–Director Zhu was stuffing tobacco into it, and in no time rolled another cigarette. He only realized something when he picked it up and inspected it:

“Old Yun, what’s with that reaction?”

“Nothing much,” Old Yun said with a world-weary indifference, and then flicked the ash off his cigarette nonchalantly:

“I just feel like all the years of smoking have been in vain.”

After saying that, he tied up the tobacco bag without another word: “Director Zhu, we agreed, half of this tobacco is mine. Since Old Chen can’t smoke and the two of you don’t fancy this kind, I’ll take it home with me first, divide it up, and bring it over to you later.”

Seeing him like this, the others understood right away.

At that moment, they all united to pin him down and snatch the bag back.

“I’ll do it!”

Old Wu, with a dark expression, glanced at him and also decided to try rolling one for himself.

Only Old Chen looked around and tentatively reached out his hand, only to be sternly blocked by Director Zhu with a “hmph.”

“The doctor has said you can’t touch this. Sit further away; we’re going to smoke.”

After he said that, he also lit up a hand-rolled cigarette with a “click” and put it to his lips.

By the time Old Wu had finished rolling his cigarette: “…This thing is quite interesting; I’m going to buy one later–”

When he looked up again, he saw two small, old men with similar statures sitting side by side on the pavilion bench.

They each held a cigarette in their hands and now slowly exhaled, their eyes unfocused, their expressions vacant.

Afterward, they both sighed in unison: “I don’t know… I feel like I have the energy to run for an hour now.”

Director Zhu said with a world-weary voice.

Old Yun, on the other hand, was nonchalant: “You run; I’ll go roll cigarettes.”

Nevermind, as imagination is always fleeting. Director Zhu felt his mind had been clouded by the potency of the cigarette, and now he couldn’t help but call out to the person beside him:

“Come here, Xiaozhou, you young folks are good with the internet. Do you know where to buy this thing? Buy one for me.”

“Get me one too!”

Old Wu, who had just taken his first puff, also hurriedly raised his hand.

Only Old Chen looked left and right, unable to help but curse silently: “Why can’t you describe what it feels like? Is it really that good of a thing?”

However, at this moment, no one paid any attention to him anymore.

…

Secretary Xiaozu on the mountain had no idea about the commotion down below.

She had just received a phone call from Imperial City that afternoon.

Upon answering, a familiar booming voice came through: “Is this the Zu Family girl?”

How familiar, but who could it be?

Zu Jun racked her brain and finally came up with someone improbable–

“Grandpa Yun, why are you calling me? Is there something wrong over there?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

On the other end, Old Yun laughed heartily: “I was just thinking that you, a young girl, are fighting so hard, it’s not easy.”

“Not too bad,” Zu Jun responded with a smile.

“Even though this mountain village is remote, the people here are generally very simple and straightforward, making it easy to get started with work…”

“That’s good, that’s good…”

Old Yun responded perfunctorily, then changed the subject: “By the way, the tea leaves you sent to your grandfather the other day, we’ve all tried them, they’re not bad. The quality is truly good.”

“As the local official, my girl, you have to help the villagers open up sales channels. Don’t limit your vision…”

Speaking of which, Zu Jun also felt she had nowhere to shine — a rising new star in the village, yet she played no significant role and could only complain sadly:

“Grandpa Yun, you tasted it yourself, the stuff is so good there’s no need for me to worry about sales, their family already has their own regular customers.”

Old Yun: …

It’s true that good things won’t go unnoticed, so let’s just get straight to the point then!

So, without further ado, he stopped beating around the bush, “That’s great, can I buy more of this tea? Weigh out two pounds for me.”

“Girl, I must tell you upfront, however much it should cost, that’s what I’ll pay. If I find out you’ve been putting your own money in, wait and see if I don’t come at you with a feather duster when it’s time to give New Year’s greetings!”

Zu Jun paused, and then began to smile mischievously:

“Grandpa Yun, just the tea leaves? Don’t you want some bee honey? Or silver fungus?”

Old Yun: …

He remained silent, and finally gritted his teeth, “Give me 5 pounds of bee honey, and 2 pounds of silver fungus!”

“Alright!”

Zu Jun rattled off the prices: “10,000 yuan per pound for the tea, 1000 yuan per pound for the honey, and 4000 yuan per pound for the silver fungus.”

After saying so, she half-seriously complained:

“Grandpa Yun, you see, with these prices, even if I wanted to put my own money in, I wouldn’t have enough with my salary!”

Old Yun: …!!!

He had thought that good things wouldn’t come cheap, but since it was a remote mountain village, there was always a stereotype in his mind.

Now, hearing these prices, he was truly shocked.

“Can… Can these really sell in the village?”

“They can.”

Zu Jun confidently said, “Nowadays it’s the age of the internet. Business is conducted over thousands of miles; why wouldn’t it sell?”

“Like this bee honey, it’s in such high demand I wouldn’t even be able to get in line for it if I didn’t have a good relationship with the family.”

And that was the truth!

Having tasted the bee honey and downed two large bowls of silver fungus soup, Old Yun didn’t dare to let his guard down — such good products can be appreciated by anyone, not just himself.

Saying that the supply couldn’t meet demand was certainly no exaggeration!

Is it just about the money? His pension was not small —

“Buy! Grandpa will transfer money to you later.”

But still, this young lady just didn’t understand their big men’s hobbies… why didn’t she get to the heart of the matter after talking for so long?

“There’s also the tobacco!”

This time, it was Zu Jun who was caught off guard:

“Grandpa Yun, you also want the tobacco?”

Oh, Lao Song’s family!

What was it, when Nuwa was creating humans, did she use mud for her and gold dust for them?

Otherwise, why would everything they offer need to be snatched up?

But now, she really was powerless to help.

“Grandpa Yun, there’s nothing I can do about the tobacco. They grow just a few plants for their own use. If it weren’t for me bringing two bottles of Moutai, they probably wouldn’t have given me any. They don’t sell it, nor want money for it.”

Old Yun just couldn’t contain himself any longer!

“What do you mean, not for sale?! How are you acting as Secretary? If there’s such a good project, you should be telling the villagers to maintain quality, control the sales, and let’s all work together — how can we just ignore such a golden opportunity?”

With a rapid-fire scolding, his heart ached!

Zu Jun also felt wronged: “Their family earns enough money, and doesn’t really support the old man smoking at home; they never intended to grow tobacco in the first place.”

Old Yun: …

After a long silence, he asked again:

“You just mentioned exchanging two bottles of Moutai… Which Moutai? The Collectors’ Edition? Or how many years old? I’ll send it to you!”

Zu Jun: …