Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 769 - Chapter 769 759. Quite a drinker_1

Chapter 769: 759. Quite a drinker!_1 Chapter 769: 759. Quite a drinker!_1 Boss Chang watched, eyes wide open, as the “good-tempered” “girl” “with a gentle smile”, Song Tan, handed over the 300-pound wild boar to Zhang Yanping. This terrifying and muscular man unhesitatingly took the thin barbed wire, concocting an air of psychological dominance, and cajoled and deceived Dahei into the corner of the pigpen…

After all, it was a wild pig, and if you don’t separate it, whether it’s fighting for food or brawling, the domestic pigs stand no chance.

For this reason, Song Sancheng came over cheerfully to watch and quickly took action, deciding to build it a new pen overnight!

Boss Chang had been silent all the way.

In a society governed by law, deep in the mountains and forests, how do you discuss cooperation without getting beaten up? He was plunged into inexplicable anxiety.

It wasn’t until he saw two dark and not-so-small wild pigs in the pigpen hollering for food that he couldn’t hold back, “You’re feeding wild pigs, too?!”

“Yes!” Qiaoqiao said proudly, “We received these from the wild pigs in the mountains last spring… They might even be Dahei’s babies!”

He then looked a bit melancholic, “But wild pigs really do grow slowly…”

One of the two young wild pigs had been castrated and was growing well, while the other lagged significantly behind. Fortunately, their temperamental nature helped them not to be completely overpowered by domestic pigs and still manage to fight for food.

Boss Chang, however, had completely kept his honestly.

Snatching wild piglets in spring, catching wild pig mothers in fall – these mountain people are fierce!

Forget it, for cooperation, let’s not deal with all that nonsensical stuff. I’ll just do as they say!

Song Tan had never imagined any of this; after all, she was a respectable person, who would beat up a client for no good reason? That’s unreasonable!

Now, as the sun set, the wild pigs were in their pen, the sweet potato vines and chestnuts had been picked, Master Jiang and Money Master were up on the mountain looking over their posts, and Song Tan took the tea leaves out of the freezer, “We have 30 pounds of spring tea left, which I intentionally saved and didn’t sell this summer, but there is not a single ounce left of the pre-rain and pre-Ming tea. I’ve accumulated about 70 pounds of summer tea, which tastes slightly worse than that of spring and autumn, so let’s just put a limited quantity for sale on our online store every day.”

“We have about 25 pounds of autumn tea, the White Dew Tea, which I can also give to you if you want.”

She thought for a moment, “In the future, our tea farm won’t expand anymore, and the annual yield will be around 200 pounds, of which I can give you 130… If that works for you, you can check the quality.”

As she spoke, she gestured for the employees Boss Chang brought to immediately grab some and brew it up.

Hot water steamed into the cup, the viridian tea leaves whirled, and without even tasting it, Boss Chang knew what the quality was.

He didn’t think it was too much at all; on the contrary, he looked at Song Tan with pleading eyes, “Let’s split the summer tea half and half! Look, it’s fifty thousand a pound!”

Song Tan said the quality of summer tea was lower, meaning just a bit bitter and slightly astringent, right? But this kind of tea, catering to the preference of old tea customers with strong tastes at restaurants, was absolutely perfect!

Despite the steep price of fifty thousand a pound, Boss Chang had already figured it out – he wouldn’t sell by the pound unless with solid connections. Instead, he wanted to take it back, package it in small amounts, and progressively draw in customers by serving it by the pot…

Facing such prospects and being limited by production, how could a capitalist be content!

However, Song Tan had already handed the matter over to Yanping, so she simply washed her hands of it now.

And the underworld boss, Yanping, had already whipped out his calculator, “55 pounds, that’s a total of 2.75 million. If you’re sure you want it, get the money ready. We also have a cooperative courier service here, so you can check the goods yourself and let them deliver.”

Boss Chang was a bit tense pulling out the money–it was really like a bottomless pit with the restaurant renovation, nearly draining all his savings.

But still, he bit the bullet, mustered up the funds, and made the transfer straightaway.

In business, when the opportunity comes, you can’t delay a second! These people are clearly so tough, the quality is also outstanding, yet they didn’t haggle over the price today – he was satisfied!

…

Boss Chang had experience with transfers, and he quickly transferred 2.75 million in batches, soon emptying Song Tan’s freezer.

With this money in hand, she was already excitedly seeking out Professor Song, “When are we going to see the cows?”

Holding on tightly during the time when her family finances had been scraped to the bone, she really planned to inquire about loans. And then this timely rain came–thinking this, Song Tan looked at Boss Chang with even gentler eyes.

Boss Chang, more like God of Wealth Chang!

Now that the family had some money to manage again, Professor Song seemed even more eager than she was. He said in an impatient tone, “Get ready, the day after tomorrow we set off. We’ll arrange the fruit trees first then go see the cows…”

Just as they were planning, they suddenly heard Boss Chang let out a roar, “Boss Xiaosong, how much of the tremella do you have left? I’ll take all of it!”

Had he tasted the tremella soup again? Hey, he’s quite the drinker!

Song Tan quickly turned her head to Zhang Yanping, “Brother Yanping, you do the talking!”

Zhang Yanping, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, said, “Boss Chang, you can’t fall in love with everything you see, can you? Hold on, hold on, let’s not rush things. You, just scrape together some more money when you’re idle. And us, we’ll do our best to treat you well these next couple of days.”

“When you’re leaving, you can make a list, and we’ll discuss the prices one by one!”

And now, he–formerly known as the hard-laboring Yanping–can finally take his time to check the warehouse inventory at home, haha!

With business negotiation rejected, Boss Chang, with nowhere to channel his passion, had no choice but to push the stone mill with two of his burly and stout employees.

Not that Zhang Yanping had said this with too much of a fierce smile, but since they needed tofu at night, he just loved to push the stone mill!

While pushing the mill, he glanced around to see that no one was in the courtyard and whispered to his employees, “Them, they rely on having no competitors; they’re still lacking a bit when it comes to doing business.”

“Learn a thing or two, will you? When a customer shows interest, you strike while the iron is hot and close deals one by one. It not only brings in more deals but also doesn’t seem like you’ve spent too much money.”

“Don’t be like them, waiting to pile it all up… Shopping is all about passion!”

The two employees were very hard-working and while they were pulling the mill, they asked curiously, “But we’re just cutting blocks and packing, what do we need to learn this for?”

Boss Chang: …

He took a breath and said, “No ambition! Our restaurant sends people for training every year and assigns a master. You two just plan to do this for the rest of your lives? You must learn some skills.”

“Oh.”

The employees obediently replied, “So Boss, you’re not buying tremella tomorrow, right?”

Boss Chang paused, then finally huffed and puffed, “I’m different, I said I would take it all, I’m not the kind of person who goes back on my word.”

As they were speaking, Qiaoqiao, who had gone up the mountain to soothe friends like Dahei, Dahuang, Big White, and Dabao, came back. Seeing them working hard at the mill, she couldn’t help but admire, “Uncle, you guys are so energetic! To be able to make soy milk without an electric turntable on such a big mill!”

Boss Chang stopped, “Electric turntable?”

“Yeah!” Qiaoqiao nodded, “This big mill disc has an electric version. And this smaller one here is what we usually use.”

To be precise, the largest one runs on electricity, the medium one relies on the cousin, and the smallest has been taken into the kitchen by Seventh Uncle, used exclusively for grinding spices…

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