17: Chapter 17 I really forgot

With Zhang Xinxin, who is also Loves Lock Heart, Zhao Jian returned to his rental apartment after racing until midnight, wanting nothing but sleep.

The phone rang at an inopportune moment.

It was Su Wanyin's number.

He had saved it last time.

"Stinky Zhao Jian, how could you stand me up again? You'd better make up a reason I like to hear!"

Su Wanyin's tone didn't sound like she was blaming him; instead, it sounded like she was acting spoiled.

"I forgot."

He spoke the truth, not expecting that Su Wanyin wouldn't like to hear it.

She said sarcastically:

"Oh, you forgot?"

"Is it because your mind is full of some Good Older Sister, so you can't remember me anymore?"

"Come out now, to Yuelai Bar."

Now?

Zhao Jian checked the time.

It was already past eleven, close to midnight.

He was so tired and sleepy that he had no motivation to get up.

"I'm not going, I want to sleep."

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, come over here and sleep with me!"

Su Wanyin was so angry she gritted her teeth.

She and Zhao Jian were graduates from the same year, at an age full of energy.

How could he be able to sleep at just past eleven at night?

It was clearly a refusal, an excuse!

Zhao Jian opened his eyes abruptly, his brain uncontrollably recalling the bits and pieces of his four years in college.

He wanted to agree, but after the memories came even deeper sleepiness.

Whether he said something or nothing at all, he fell asleep.

At Yuelai Bar, Su Wanyin said 'Hello' into the phone a few times, and until the sound of snoring came through, she sighed and hung up the phone.

Her Best friend sitting next to her rested her head on her shoulder and asked teasingly:

"How is it, my big miss, got played again, didn't you?"

"No I didn't, he didn't do it on purpose."

...

When he woke up in the morning, it was already past nine.

He hadn't eaten much last night, and had slept for so long. Zhao Jian felt even hungrier.

As he got up, a screen of light appeared before his eyes.

【Today's Intelligence (Red): Due to 17 days of continuous rainy weather in the main production area of cilantro, affected by the climate, the production of cilantro has dropped significantly, and it is about to rise from 3 yuan per kilogram to 22 yuan per kilogram】

How much?

No wonder there are so many people on the internet who don't eat cilantro; it turns out it's because the price of cilantro has increased sevenfold!

He didn't have any special plans today.

He might as well go to the Vegetable Market to see the market situation.

The wholesale market was in the Southern District.

Originally, both the Chengxi District and the Southern District had reasonably large vegetable distribution bases.

Later, land acquisition in the Chengxi District led to the abandonment of several main roads.

By the time the project finished, the wholesale market had been concentrated and moved to the Southern District.

The old base in the Chengxi District became the current Vegetable Market.

Compared to the Chengxi District, which was a mix of urban villages, a small amount of commercial housing, and commercial office buildings, the Southern District was much simpler.

It was almost all rural.

Zhao Jian felt particularly close to this place.

His home was also of this style.

The fruit and vegetable wholesale market covered a large area, and the building structure was made of color steel.

It had two entrances and exits.

This place had no air conditioning and no heating.

It perfectly achieved temperature regulation by nature, cold in winter and hot in summer.

Fortunately, it was morning now; by noon, the sun would bake the iron sheets until they were scorching hot.

The stuffiness inside could be imagined.

Of course, wholesale business started at dawn and ended at noon.

So, there was no need to endure the extreme heat.

Because he arrived late, many trucks had already found buyers.

Many small trucks started up under the buyer's direction and drove toward their destinations.

"Brother, do you want to buy or sell?"

The Skinny, Dark Man came over to strike up a conversation.

"Just looking around, I'll buy a little if I see something cheap."

Zhao Jian knew that the person who came to talk was a broker.

That is, a middleman.

If he could save time and energy, it was acceptable to let the middleman peel off a layer of profit.

He was just afraid that this person wouldn't know what was good for them and would try to rip him off.

Hearing that there was an intention to buy, The Skinny, Dark Man handed over a cigarette:

"I know this market very well; I know clearly which seller is cheap and whose vegetables are fresh and sell well. I have some myself, guaranteed to be cheaper than others."

He didn't rush to take the cigarette.

Zhao Jian asked straightforwardly:

"How much for the cilantro?"

He hadn't bought vegetables for many days and didn't know the market situation.

But the system had reported the price of cilantro, currently 3 yuan per kilogram.

This was the market price.

If it was lower than this price, he could buy it.

"Cilantro is twelve."

The Skinny, Dark Man didn't even think, the price came out of his mouth immediately.

Since he spoke without thinking, Zhao Jian turned and left.

"Hey brother, brother, I meant per kilogram. It works out to only 6 yuan per jin, not expensive."

He pretended not to hear.

Even if it was the same as the market price, as long as they could provide services like transportation and storage, he would accept it.

There was no need to earn all the money himself.

But it was obvious they were treating him like a sucker, and that wouldn't do.

Seeing that Zhao Jian ignored him, a flash of resentment flickered in The Skinny, Dark Man's eyes.

He took out his phone and made a call, saying:

"Old Hei, tell the lambs below, whoever sells for lower than 12, they shouldn't think about eating from this bowl in the future."

Zhao Jian didn't know that someone was tripping him up.

He asked a few more places.

The price of cilantro was 12 yuan everywhere.

The difference was that some were 12 yuan per jin, and others were per kilogram.

He knew something was wrong as soon as he thought about it.

It was normal for prices to fluctuate in the same wholesale market, but having the same price with inconsistent units?

It was clearly instructed by someone.

Zhao Jian dared to conclude that it was that Skinny, Dark Man causing trouble.

This was the other party's turf, and besides, they were using soft knives.

Calling the police was useless.

Cilantro was not a necessity.

There was no guide price.

Zhao Jian wandered around casually and encountered another truck of cilantro.

He walked up to a worried-looking Middle-aged Man and asked:

"Boss, what's the price for the cilantro?"

He had already prepared for the expectation of 12 yuan per jin.

But the other party looked up, looked left and right.

In a very small voice, he quickly said:

"Two point five."

Zhao Jian stayed for more than half a minute.

Just when he wanted to say he would inspect the goods, two people wearing sunglasses walked over from the side, looking like they were up to no good.

Zhao Jian wasn't afraid.

But it was clear the other party wasn't coming for him.

Their target was the Middle-aged Man selling cilantro.

"Inspect goods at Chengxi Vegetable Market."

Zhao Jian said in a low voice.

He made sure the other party heard it.

He then shouted loudly:

"Are these vegetable leaves made of gold? Twelve yuan per jin? Keep them for yourself!"

"I'm not buying anymore!"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the two thugs approaching smiled at each other and walked away, pretending to be wandering around.

They didn't look at the Middle-aged vegetable merchant again.

They left the Vegetable Market quickly.

The Skinny, Dark Man was waiting at the exit, thinking that Zhao Jian would compromise after seeing his strength.

But Zhao Jian ignored him and walked straight away.

"Pah! I thought he was a big customer, but he's just a poor ghost!"

He spat at Zhao Jian's back from afar.

But he was helpless.

His brother was the Administrator of the wholesale market and controlled the income of these sellers.

He had no ability to interfere with buyers.

Especially for someone like Zhao Jian who was a new face and didn't rely on the Southern District wholesale market for supply.

He was completely unable to manipulate him.

About half an hour after Zhao Jian left, the worried-looking Middle-aged Man saw the trucks near him being booked and preparing to leave.

He immediately started his own car and followed behind, leaving the wholesale market together.

The Skinny, Dark Man didn't pay attention, just assuming that a big client had booked two trucks.

And after the sorrowful-looking Middle-aged Man drove for a while, he turned at the intersection and drove west.