I Have A Space For Planting

Chapter Twenty Nine, Encounter

"Uncle Yan, did you run out of the ginseng you bought last time?" Zhang Cheng asked with some doubts.

Although I don't know how many times a ginseng can be soaked in wine, it must be effective three or four times.

No matter how you look at it, it won't disappear so soon.

Mr. Yan Xuyan laughed when he heard this.

"I still have quite a few here. It's an old friend of mine who is also getting old. I'm thinking of buying some ginseng from you for recuperation."

Opposite the old man Yan Xuyan, is a hale and hearty old man in his sixties, enjoying the sip of the wine that old man Yan Xuyan bought with ginseng bought from Zhang Cheng at the moment.

"Don't worry, my friend is very rich. You can sell him 100,000 yuan for 50,000 yuan, and 1 million yuan for 600,000 yuan. I guarantee that he will not bring a counter-offer." Mr. Yan Xuyan has no psychological burden to cheat his friends. road.

For people like them, money is just a number.

In other words, for them, hundreds of thousands are not much different from the 10, 8, or tens of dollars in the hands of ordinary people.

Zhang Cheng smiled wryly when he heard the words: "Not now, I'm afraid it will take a few days."

Mr. Yan Xuyan didn't ask any more questions after hearing the words.

"Then I'll give him the phone. If you're happy, call him Uncle Guan, but if you're not, call him Old Man Guan."

With that said, Yan Xu handed the phone to the old man opposite.

"Hello, I'm Guan Daqiang, may I ask you, young man, where do you have ginseng with such a good effect?" After the old man introduced himself, he couldn't wait to ask about ginseng.

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

If nothing else, be polite first.

Of course, if you come across someone who is disrespectful, fuck him. Zhang Cheng is not used to it.

"Xiao Yan also said just now that I still have some money on hand. If anyone has ginseng, please think of me as an old man." Guan Daqiang said with a laugh.

"Yes, I will keep it for you." Zhang Cheng promised.

After chatting for a few more words and hanging up the phone, Zhang Cheng took Xiangxiang to his private kitchen to cook.

Although selling ginseng is Zhang Cheng's main source of income, he didn't mean to supply it in unlimited quantities.

One is that the ginseng collected in the storage space is in a static state, and what it looks like when it is put in is what it looks like when it is taken out. There is no worry about any loss if it is not sold.

In addition, the amount of ginseng needs to be controlled within a certain amount, so take your time.

Although the method of flood irrigation can quickly accumulate a large amount of funds, it will also attract a lot of unnecessary attention.

What's more, at present, the money is enough for Zhang Cheng.

What's the rush, the days will be long in the future.

Come to the private kitchen with Xiangxiang.

The manager of the private kitchen came out quickly.

For Zhang Cheng, a young man who has already spent a lot of money with them and who has been here recently, even if their grades are not low, they must be respected accordingly.

"Please, Mr. Zhang, the Chunxiu Pavilion on the second floor is ready." The manager, who is about forty years old, said with a friendly smile.

"Thank you." Others greeted them with smiles, Zhang Cheng naturally wouldn't be arrogant and self-righteous, he replied, and then led by the manager to Chunxiu Pavilion.

The room is not too big.

A fiery red landscape painting hangs on the south wall.

Zhang Cheng didn't ask for any more food and drink, and a can of Erfotiaoqiang was just enough for two people.

"Thank you for your support, Mr. Zhang. I don't know what drinks you want? This is from Nanji." The manager ordered the dishes to be served, and said at the same time.

"Coke is fine," Zhang Cheng said.

The manager was happy when he heard the words: "Okay."

No longer obstructing the eyes here, and left with the opportunity.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Cheng leaned on the chair and stroked his swollen belly.

Abalone, sea cucumber, fish lip, king eryngii and other meat and vegetables are cooked with care and are very delicious, making Zhang Cheng very happy to eat.

Although Xiangxiang didn't look as casual as Zhang Cheng, she ate very well.

After all, this is too delicious.

The two of them used to be on ordinary conditions, so naturally they couldn't help their mouths, and if they ate more in the future, they would naturally get better.

After resting for a while, Zhang Cheng and Xiangxiang went home together, walking to the subway while digesting food.

"Xiangxiang?"

The two were walking side by side hand in hand, and a greeting sounded from not far away.

Xiangxiang turned her head to look, with surprise in her eyes.

"Weiwei." It was Yang Wei, a good friend from the live broadcast union, who called her.

"Why are you here?" Yang Wei trotted over, holding a bowl of Mala Tang in her hand, and her face was also happy to meet a friend by chance.

"I had dinner there just now." Xiangxiang also looked happy when she saw her friend.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng looked around: "If it's okay, let's go to the teahouse over there?" After all, this roadside doesn't look like a place to talk.

Yang Wei looked at Zhang Cheng upon hearing this.

The other party was wearing ordinary sportswear, and he didn't look like a rich man at all.

So is it the big brother who brushed money for his good friend?

Or is it that the silly girl Xiangxiang was cheated?

As for the invitation to the teahouse, I thought about the live broadcast tonight, and also thought about the possible consequences of Xiangxiang, a silly girl, being cheated. Xiangxiang's side is still more important.

Immediately nodded and said: "Okay."

The three came to the teahouse.

As an international metropolis, S City, although it cannot be said that there are teahouses everywhere, there are not many.

After all, whether it is a gathering of friends, or discussing some business cooperation, etc.

The best choice besides the dining table is these teahouses and teahouses.

A pot of clear tea, three or five kinds of refreshments, chatting with friends in an elegant environment, or discussing affairs with others, among other things, the grade will instantly rise.

After asking for a pot of clear tea, after asking Xiangxiang and her friend, a woman named Weiwei, Zhang Cheng ordered two more refreshments.

One is a platter composed of snacks such as pistachios, raisins, dried dates, almonds, and dried mulberries.

One is eight small pieces consisting of hawthorn cake, red date cake, mung bean cake, Shaqima, jujube flower and so on.

This made Yang Wei couldn't help but glance at Zhang Cheng.

Although these things are inconspicuous, they are not cheap at all.

Especially the pot of tea, if she read it correctly, it should be a high-quality purple clay pot, how could the tea made in such a teapot be cheap.

So just these things in front of you, if you don't get it right, it will cost thousands.

Did she miss it?

Yang Wei is not so sure.

"Weiwei, how are you doing now?" Xiangxiang looked at her friend worriedly.

She and Yang Wei signed a contract together to join the trade union, so they are naturally two points closer than others, especially after getting in touch with each other, so even if the two have known each other for less than a year, they have become talking about everything. good friend.

Recently, Xiangxiang occasionally went to watch the live broadcast room of her good friends, but the number one brother on the list was only more than a thousand, and the top five was only a few yuan.

It's a bit worrying indeed.

Yang Wei shrugged her shoulders and said, "That's it."