Dashan Makes a Living 1984

Zhang Wenyuan jumped up, took off the handkerchief and threw it on the table, looked at Wang Tianxiao excitedly, and quickly looked him up and down.

The meaning goes without saying.

Wang Tianxiao smiled and took out the infusion bottle from his pocket. There was a small half bottle of red blood in it, which was the drawn deer blood.

The bottle is three hundred milliliters, and blood accounts for exactly one third.

"This is deer blood?"

Wang Tianxiao nodded, "If it's fake, it's pure deer blood, it's the most useful."

"Wow, this is really a good baby, Lao Wang, you are really good, you really got it..." Zhang Wenyuan stopped laughing suddenly, and asked solemnly: "You won't use other blood to deal with me? Bar?"

"Of course not," Wang Tianxiao shook his head, "I still think that this kind of thing can be done for a long time, and I won't lose the big because of small things. I just hunted the deer, the authentic sika deer, so this blood is also the best sika deer among the deer. Blood."

"Great!"

Zhang Wenyuan took the deer blood and pointed it at the sun, "Old Wang, will this deer blood really be useful?"

"Of course, deer blood itself is a great tonic. Think about it, Mr. Zhang. In nature, each male deer can have more than 20 female deer at the same time. If it is not for its own strength, how can it handle it?"

Wang Tianxiao meaningfully gave Zhang Wenyuan a subtle smile that any man could understand.

Zhang Wenyuan smiled and said, "That's true."

"That's it, I can still lie to you, the big boss."

"That's good," Zhang Wenyuan sighed, "Old Wang. You don't know that those guys are more difficult than the other. Tell me, they are all very old, why don't you know how to stop?"

"If they want to stop, why do they have to work so hard? They have struggled for most of their lives and finally achieved success. If they don't enjoy the results, it would be a waste of hard work." Wang Tianxiao said obediently.

"That's true. People are just a toss. If the toss doesn't stop that day, it's time to end."

"Mr. Zhang, don't say these things. You are young and promising. You will be a person who will do big things in the future. Some small problems in front of you are just a whetstone to hone you. You don't need to care about it at all."

Zhang Wenyuan was slightly taken aback, looked at Wang Tianxiao seriously, and sighed: "I don't know why, Lao Wang, I have been with you for a short time, but I just feel that we are destined. Are you really an ordinary forest ranger?"

"That's still fake, do you want me to show you the work certificate?" Wang Tianxiao joked.

He didn't cover up too much in front of Zhang Wenyuan. Zhang Wenyuan's thinking was slightly ahead of the contemporary people, and if he wanted to gain his trust, he had to be ahead of him.

He still doesn't know if there will be any cooperation with Zhang Wenyuan in the future, but getting to know this contact is a plan he has planned long ago.

Who wouldn't want to be a rich man's friend before his fortune is complete.

"That's fine, I'll trust you." Zhang Wenyuan carefully placed the bottle on the table, took out a stack of money from the drawer, and gave it to Wang Tianxiao, "Here is five thousand yuan..."

"Isn't there still three thousand yuan left?"

"The two thousand is the next order. If this deer blood is useful, we ask you to supply it to me for a long time. As for the price, how much do you think is suitable?"

Wang Tianxiao held the money in his hand, feeling heavy.

He knew that his deer blood was not worth so much money, it was more than the price of deer antler.

It's just that there are few deer in the first place, and they are still deep in the mountains, so it is difficult for ordinary hunters to hunt them. Even if he hunted a deer, he would never have imagined selling the blood of the deer to someone like Zhang Wenyuan.

Even if they knew that deer blood was useful, they used it themselves.

This is the importance of circles and relationships.

In summary, Wang Tianxiao is the only person who knows how to keep deer in captivity for a long time and has a stable seller like Zhang Wenyuan.

He is basically a rare commodity.

"Well, it's hard to get deer blood, so the price I want is higher, and I don't have any extra for you. Basically, I can only guarantee one or two kilograms per month. How much do you think is suitable?"

"How much do you want?"

"I listen to Mr. Zhang. If you want it, I will help you get it. If you don't want it, I won't have this market. So if you tell me the price, I will definitely not fight back."

"Then how about it, you find a way to get two kilograms for me every month, and I'll give you 10,000 yuan. If you have more, feel free to bring them. I'll buy them at the same price."

Wang Tianxiao roughly calculated in his mind that this price is slightly more expensive than later generations, and if the price of goods at this time is considered, it is even more ridiculously expensive.

If two kilograms of deer blood can be obtained every month, that is 10,000 yuan, and a net profit of more than 100,000 yuan will be made in one year.

In contrast, rabbits and pheasants are really just playing around.

It is estimated to be four to five thousand yuan per month.

Many people think that people in this era generally have no money, but this is actually not accurate.

Ordinary people in this era do have no money, but those who can do business and have bright minds are all wealthy, and they belong to the first bonus of business start-up.

When the society is stable, business is the easiest to develop and must be developed. Whoever starts first can eat the fattest meat, and the latter can only drink soup, and the latter may only smell the taste.

Zhang Wenyuan's ability to embark on this path is inseparable from his background. Sometimes a person's background determines his knowledge, and the starting line has surpassed the end point that many people can reach in their lifetime.

It seems that we should pay more attention to Zhang Wenyuan and have a deeper relationship with him.

"That's fine, that's the deal." He said to Zhang Wenyuan.

While speaking, Wang Tianxiao suddenly felt a stabbing pain and couldn't help rubbing his thigh. Perhaps because of the cold weather and the strong north wind, his legs were numb and tingly at times, as if half of his legs were not his own.

His brows were also deeply furrowed, and his face became ugly.

"Old Wang, what's wrong with your leg?" Zhang Wenyuan noticed his abnormality and asked with concern.

Wang Tianxiao said with a wry smile: "It's too cold, it's too cold to ride a bicycle."

"Ah, you came to the city by bicycle?!"

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Wang Tianxiao looked at this big boss who had lived in a honeypot since he was a child, the future rich man, and said helplessly: "Of course, we are not like your big boss. We have two wheels, three wheels, and four wheels. open."

Zhang Wenyuan thought about it for a while, and suddenly said, "Old Wang, can you ride a motorcycle?"

"Why?" Wang Tianxiao said with a smile, "I know how to ride, but I can't afford a motorcycle."

"I'll give you my car."

"Ah?" Wang Tianxiao was stunned, and repeatedly waved his hands to refuse, "This is not very good, your motorcycle costs ten or twenty thousand?"

"Twenty-six thousand, a purely imported Honda 125."

"That's right, Mr. Zhang, let's stop joking."