Chapter 11: Going to the market for the first time, earning over 10,000 yuan a day!
After weighing, it was not much different from last night, still weighing 72 pounds.
The quality of this batch of chicken fir trees was very good. Chen Yang didn’t say anything, but the other party took the initiative to raise the price to 180 yuan per catty.
Zhang Yafeng was indeed generous. He included all the 12,960 yuan, and gave Chen Yang 13,000 yuan.
It greatly exceeded Chen Yang’s expectations.
On the second floor, in the office.
Zhang Yafeng handed over two bottles of mineral water and chatted with Chen Yang, "Young man, what is your relationship with Chen Jingzhi?"
"That's my grandfather. ." Chen Yang said.
“Oh?”
Zhang Yafeng said, “In that case, we are related...”
"What?" Chen Yang was a little surprised.
Zhang Yafeng said, "Is your mother's name Wang Xiuzhen?"
Chen Yang nodded.
Zhang Yafeng smiled, "My mother's name is Wang Xiulan. Your mother and my mother are from the same village, so they are cousins in the same family."
"Really?"
Chen Yang was stunned. He hadn't heard his mother say that. Why did he become a relative now?
"Come to think of it, you have to call me brother."
"Uh, Brother Feng."
Chen Yang didn't care how much older the other person was than him. I climbed up along the pole and called "Brother" very happily.
This relative, who had no idea who he was, recognized him so hastily.
"Haha."
Zhang Yafeng grinned, very friendly, and briefly asked about Chen Yang's situation.
Chen Yang didn't hide it. Anyway, the air conditioner was blowing on to cool him down, so he chatted with him for a few more dollars.
“Nowadays, young people want to go out and rarely return to the village. However, times have changed, and our mountains are not bad. It is no exaggeration to say that our mountains are full of treasures. As long as you If you are willing to discover, it is no worse than working outside..."
Zhang Yafeng has a strong say in this. His first pot of gold was dug from the mountains.
"Brother Feng is right. It's hard to find jobs outside now and it's hard to make money. In our generation, there are millions of undergraduates graduating. Where can we find so many jobs?"
In the past, Zhang Yafeng's words would definitely not be worth Chen Yang's eyes.
The mountains are so nice, why do so many people head to the city?
But now, he strongly agrees that the city is not necessarily better than the mountains, and the mountains are not necessarily worse than the city.
How many people in the city can earn 13,000 yuan a day?
The two of them had a good chat, and the brother and brother were very affectionate, and their relationship became much closer.
"If there are any delicacies or game in the future, Xiao Yang, you have to think of your brother Feng first." In the end, Zhang Yafeng personally sent Chen Yang out.
Originally, I wanted to ask Chen Yang if he could continue to supply him, but after thinking about it, I forgot about it. It was simply unrealistic.
These kind of mountain treasures are hard to find and can be found every day.
“Don’t worry, I will inevitably disturb you in the future.”
Chen Yang waved his hand, got on the tricycle, and quickly disappeared from the street with Song Ping.
Zhang Yafeng stood there for a while, and a Wenjie M7 stopped at the door of the hotel.
A young woman got out of the car.
She looks young and pretty in her early twenties, wearing a shirt and short jeans, with long hair, a thin waist and long legs, and a really good figure.
The places that should be exposed are exposed, and the places that should be covered seem to be a bit out of place.
"Brother!"
The woman walked quickly to Zhang Yafeng, "Why are you so good today, why are you waiting here for me?"
"Hey, my little Mr. Zhang, you sir It’s a rare occasion for me to come back, how dare I not wait here?” Zhang Yafeng smiled teasingly.
“Hey.”
Zhang Yanan rolled his eyes and immediately took his hand, “I have friends coming today, brother, you have to entertain me...”
"Boyfriend?"
"Female."
"I won't entertain you then." Zhang Yafeng waved his hand, "You are not young anymore, you should..."
"Oh, don't you bother me? I'm only twenty-two, how old am I?"
Zhang Yanan interrupted him directly, "Do you still have the chicken fir that you ate the day before yesterday?" "Yes?" Yes, enough for today!”
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"Brother Yang, you are so awesome, you are actually related to Boss Zhang?"
Song Ping on the street Sitting in the carriage, I felt extremely excited.
"Awesome? Why are you so awesome?"
"That's Boss Zhang, Zhang Yafeng, the richest man in our town. He invested money to build our school. Isn't that awesome enough? He is your brother , you are my brother, after all, he is also my brother..."
"Just listen to what the businessman says, don't take it too seriously"
Chen Yang couldn't laugh or cry, in Song Dynasty. In ordinary eyes, maybe someone like Zhang Yafeng can already be regarded as a big shot, right?
Although it was his first contact, Chen Yang felt that this Zhang Yafeng was indeed not simple.
In just a few words, he can get involved with you. No matter if he is a person or a ghost, he can chat with you for a few words and get close to you. This is not something that a young man like him who has just left the society can do.
As for the relationship he mentioned, Chen Yang didn't pay attention at all, and he never thought of going to his mother for confirmation.
My mother has never mentioned it in all these years. It can only mean that even if there are relatives, they are only the kind that cannot be beaten with eight poles.
Of course, this is not important. What is important is that Chen Yang is now on the line with him. If he gets any mountain goods in the future, he will be a sales outlet.
Song Ping seemed to understand, but his eyes when he looked at Chen Yang were full of admiration.
"Brother Yang, are we still going up the mountain today?"
Just after coming out of the hotel, Chen Yang gave him a thousand yuan.
The five hundred yuan originally agreed upon suddenly turned into a thousand yuan, and Song Ping couldn't be more excited.
There are so many chicken fir trees in Ant Slope. They didn't pick them all yesterday, they only picked the good ones.
Now he really wanted to fly back to the village and follow Chen Yang up the mountain to pick chicken fir trees.
"I can make one thousand a day, one hundred thousand in ten days, and two months of summer vacation, I can make millions. I have never seen so much money in my life."
The little kid is not only good at math, but also has great ideas. Also very naive.
“There’s no rush, we’ll talk about it after we finish the work.”
It’s a rare trip to town, but Chen Yang still has a lot of things to do.
When you have money in your pocket, of course you want to spend it.
First, I went to the electrical appliance store, bought a TV, and ordered two air conditioners. Then I went to the business hall to buy broadband.
After two visits, I spent more than 5,000 yuan.
Song Ping followed, but felt very distressed.
Huangkudzu tree.
In the back street of Pingqiang Town, there is an old yellow kudzu tree, which can be regarded as the landmark of Pingqiang Town.
A square was built here, and there were many shops around the square, mostly fortune-telling parlors and medicine shops.
First I went to Jimin Pharmacy and took my grandfather’s medicine. Before noon, I and Song Ping came to the square.
The yellow kudzu tree is in the middle of the square.
The hanging roots and exposed claws are winding and intertwined, full of ancient style, and the canopy of the tree is as fluffy as a canopy, covering a large area of shade in the square.
This tree is quite old. The branches are covered with red ribbons for blessing, and the bottom of the tree is filled with incense candles.
I heard from Song Ping that this tree is very spiritual.
He couldn’t tell what the specific spiritual method was.
In the early years, some weak and sick children would come to worship under the tree under the leadership of adults. Some even worshiped the Huang Ge tree directly as their godfather.
Including Song Ping, who is also the godson of this Huang Ge tree, and also has a name, Huang Geer.
There must be some origin for so many people worshiping. Chen Yang also asked for a stick of incense and came to worship under the tree.
He didn't ask for anything else, just that his grandfather would be healthy.
Song Ping was beside him, but he knelt three times and kowtowed nine times. He was extremely pious and said that he would be blessed with a godfather to make a fortune.
Chen Yang couldn't help laughing.
(End of this chapter)