Fortuitous Encounter

"Uncle Yan, have you used up all the ginseng you bought last time?" Zhang Cheng asked doubtfully.

Although he didn't know how many times a single ginseng could be used to brew wine, he believed that it could last three or four times.

No matter how he looked at it, it wouldn't get used up so quickly.

Yan Xu, Old Master Yan, laughed when he heard this.

"I still have quite a lot here. It's for an old friend of mine. He's also old. I'm thinking of buying some ginseng from you to perk him up."

Opposite Old Master Yan Xu was a spirited old man in his sixties. At that moment, he was savoring the wine that Old Master Yan Xu made with the ginseng that he had bought from Zhang Cheng.

"Don't worry. My friend is very rich. You can even charge him double. You can charge him 1 million for a 600,000 ginseng. I guarantee that he won't try to haggle with you." Old Master Yan Xu didn't feel any psychological burden as he ripped his friend off.

To people like them, money was just a number.

Or to put it another way, a few hundred thousand yuan to them was not much different from an ordinary person's pocket change.

Zhang Cheng smiled bitterly when he heard that. "Not now. I'm afraid we'll have to wait for a few days."

Yan Xu did not ask any more questions.

"Then I'll pass the phone to him. You can call him Uncle Guan if you're happy, but you can call him Old Man Guan if you're not."

As he spoke, Yan Xu handed the phone to the old man on the other side.

"Hello, I'm Guan Da Qiang. May I ask, young man, where do you get such good ginseng?" After the old man introduced himself, he immediately jumped to the point.

"Yes, hello, Uncle Guan," Zhang Cheng said respectfully.

He didn't say anything else, but he had to be polite first.

Of course, if he ran into an old and disrespectful person, screw him. Zhang Cheng was tired of dealing with them at work.

"Little Yan said it just now. I do have some money on hand. If you do have ginseng, please think of this old man," Guan Da Qiang said with a laugh.

"Yes, I will definitely keep you in mind," Zhang Cheng promised.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Cheng hung up and went to his private house with Xiang Xiang.

Although selling ginseng was Zhang Cheng's main source of income, he did not have the intention of making a name for himself as a source of unlimited supply.

One reason was that the ginseng stored in the storage space was in a static state and would not decompose. He did not have to worry about the loss if he did not sell it.

The other reason was that the quantity of ginseng needed to be controlled within a certain amount.

Although flooding the market could quickly accumulate a large amount of funds, it would also attract a lot of unnecessary attention.

Moreover, for the time being, Zhang Cheng was in no rush to get more money.

What's the rush? There was always the future awaiting them.

He brought Xiang Xiang to their usual restaurant.

The manager quickly came out to welcome him.

This young man, Zhang Cheng, had already spent a lot of money here and was fast becoming a regular. Even if he did not look the part, he still had to be treated with respect.

"Mr. Zhang, this way please. The spring pavilion on the second floor is ready." The manager, who was about forty years old, said with a friendly smile.

"Thank you." The other person was being courteous, so Zhang Cheng naturally would not be arrogant and self-righteous. He returned the greeting and followed him to the spring pavilion.

The room was not considered big.

A fiery red landscape painting hung on the south wall.

Zhang Cheng did not order any more dishes. A jar of "Buddha jumps over the wall" was just enough for the two of them to eat.

"Thank you for your support, Mr. Zhang. May I know what kind of wine you would like? This is a gift from Nan Ji," the manager took the order and spoke at the same time.

"Just a coke will do," Zhang Cheng said.

The manager was amused when he heard that. "Okay."

If he stayed any longer, he would be an eyesore, so he took the opportunity to leave.

After eating and drinking his fill, Zhang Cheng leaned back on the chair and stroked his round belly.

Abalones, sea cucumbers, fish lips, apricot mushrooms, and other various kinds of meat and vegetables had been carefully cooked and boiled. They were very delicious, making Zhang Cheng tuck in very happily.

Although Xiang Xiang had not melded into her chair like Zhang Cheng, she had still eaten very well.

After all, it was too delicious.

As individuals who were once impoverished, they ate whenever food was present. Now, they had the luxury of enjoying food in excess.

After resting for a while, Zhang Cheng and Xiang Xiang went home together. As they walked to the subway, they digested their food.

"Xiang Xiang?"

The two of them were walking hand-in-hand, side by side when a greeting came from not far away.

Xiang Xiang turned her head to look, and her eyes revealed a look of surprise.

"Wei Wei." The one who called out to her was her good friend Yang Wei from the live broadcast union.

"Why are you here?" Yang Wei jogged over with a bowl of spicy hotpot in her hand. She looked happy to have met her good friend by chance.

"I just had a meal over there." Xiang Xiang was also happy to see her good friend.

Zhang Cheng looked on. "Why don't we head over to the Teahouse over there?" After all, the roadside did not look like a place to talk.

Yang Wei looked at Zhang Cheng when she heard this.

The other party was wearing ordinary sportswear. No matter how she looked at it, he didn't look like a rich person.

So this was the big brother who was helping her good friend to earn money?

Or had this silly girl Xiang Xiang been cheated?

After thinking about her live broadcast schedule for the night and the possible consequences of this silly girl Xiang Xiang being cheated, she finally decided to tend to her good friend's situation first.

She immediately nodded and said, "Okay."

The three of them went to the teahouse.

It couldn't be said that teahouses were abundant, but they were distributed rather evenly.

Regardless of whether it was a gathering of friends or discussing some business cooperation, there was nothing more suitable than a teahouse.

A pot of clear tea in the center, three to five types of tea and refreshments. Providing a quiet and elegant environment to chat with a good friend or discuss business with others.

After ordering a pot of green tea and asking about Xiang Xiang and her good friend, the woman named Wei Wei, Zhang Cheng ordered two more tea and snacks.

One was a platter of snacks consisting of pistachios, raisins, dried dates, badan wood, mulberry dried, and so on.

The other was a small eight pieces consisting of Hawthorn cake, red date cake, mung bean cake, shaqima, jujube flower, and so on.

This made Yang Wei involuntarily glance at Zhang Cheng.

Although these things were not eye-catching, they were not cheap at all.

Especially that pot of tea. If she was not wrong, it should be a good purple clay pot. How could a tea made with such a pot be cheap?

So with these things in front of her, it could be thousands.

Was she wrong?

Yang Wei was not sure.

"Wei Wei, how are you now?" Xiang Xiang looked at her good friend with some worry.

She and Yang Wei had signed a contract together, so the two of them were naturally closer than others, especially after getting to know each other better. So even though the two of them had known each other for less than a year... they had become good friends who talked about everything.

Recently, Xiang Xiang would occasionally visit her good friend's stream, but her biggest donation was only a little over a thousand. After that, anything below number five on the list was not even enough for a cup of tea.

It was indeed a little worrisome.

Yang Wei shrugged her shoulders and said, "It is what it is."