160: Earn a million a day!

“I have more than three thousand catties.” Jiang Hanwen smiled at Huang Qiusheng, secretly wondering if he should sell his tranquility tea to the new families.

More... more than three thousand catties?

Huang Qiusheng swallowed, pointing to the back room:

“The Head Shopkeeper is in the back courtyard. If you, young brother, can produce one hundred catties now, I will immediately take you to see him. If you— ”

“Thud!”

A six-foot-long rectangular wooden crate slammed heavily onto the ground, interrupting Huang Qiusheng’s words.

“This crate holds four hundred catties,” Jiang Hanwen said lazily.

Huang Qiusheng immediately stood up, his body slightly bent, and opened the lid.

A rich tea aroma wafted out through the gaps. At a glance, it was all tranquility tea.

Huang Qiusheng immediately gestured towards the door with his left hand:

“Esteemed guest, please come. I will take you to see the Head Shopkeeper now.”

After all, he was a merchant. The address changed from “young brother” to “esteemed guest” seamlessly.

Passing through a straight, bright-tiled corridor, the two arrived before a ten-foot-high wall with a locked door.

Bang bang ~

“Third Master, an esteemed guest is here to discuss business.”

The sound of trickling water inside stopped, and a low, weathered voice responded: “Come in.”

“Esteemed guest, please,” Huang Qiusheng pushed open the dark door. As Jiang Hanwen walked through, his eyes widened in surprise.

Behind the door, a world of birds and flowers, like a painting, slowly unfolded before him.

Spiritual Plants covered the ground, exotic flowers bloomed competitively, and amidst the abundant moisture, an old man trimming flower branches smiled at him.

“This old man loves to grow flowers. Esteemed guest, please don’t mind. This way, please.”

Growing flowers in a bustling market, how elegant.

After Jiang Hanwen stepped through the door, Huang Qiusheng quietly closed it and waited respectfully to the side. In the business, there was no deal that Third Master couldn’t handle.

“Sit.” The old man’s temples were slightly frosted, and on his somewhat withered face, a pair of eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, gleamed coldly.

Washing his large, muddy hands, the old man sat on a folding chair next to Jiang Hanwen, his spotlight-like eyes fixed on him.

“A steady stream is different from a flood. One is clean, the other is turbid.

Don’t mention three thousand catties; even four or five thousand catties, our Huang Family can handle it. It’s just that the price will have to be pressed down to fifty.

If you, young brother, agree, I can make the decision now and pay you in full, all at once.”

The old man’s words had a hidden meaning. He used the analogy of a stream and a mountain flood to imply that Jiang Hanwen’s tea was of illicit origin, black market goods, and therefore openly suppressed the price.

Jiang Hanwen’s gaze swept across the courtyard, skipping over the competing red and purple blossoms, finally resting on a three-foot-tall, lush snow pine.

Tiny, rice-grain-sized pine needles sparkled with specks of white, like glittering salt crystals.

He pointed to the snow pine, which was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom:

“I also have some interest in planting trees.

If I’m not mistaken, this snow pine, though it doesn’t look big, has roots that have already filled the flowerpot, right?”

Jiang Hanwen continued the old man’s line of thought.

What if it came from an illicit source?

He directly laid his cards on the table: this was “stolen” from the Zhuang Family. But “we” are deeply rooted; it’s not necessarily a one-time deal. As long as the background is deep, who says a flood can’t happen again and again?

What was that business saying?

For a project worth a million taels, if you spend nine hundred thousand, you’ll get ten thousand at most.

But if you only spend ten thousand to fix it, and it collapses again next year, another nine hundred ninety thousand goes into your pocket. This is the easiest business in the world.

As for the dead, that’s just their bad luck. What does it have to do with business?

“No matter how many roots, if you want to pull them out, just change the flowerpot. It’s not a big problem, just a bit troublesome.

This old man knows some very useful methods that don’t require much effort.”

The old man forced a smile, not only talking about cutting prices but also threatening Jiang Hanwen’s identity as a spy.

He wouldn’t resort to violence, but he could report him to the Zhuang Family to further drive down the price.

“When a family grows large, it splits. When a tree grows large, it branches.

This is true. But if all the leaves and roots are cut off, do you think this snow pine could still survive?”

Jiang Hanwen’s words were clear: if “they” fell, the Zhuang Family would also be finished.

Their eyes met, neither giving way.

After three breaths, the old man raised his hand: “Huang Hai, ranked third in the main family. You can call me Old Huang San.”

“Woodcutter. You can call me Old Qiao.”

After a simple handshake, Huang Hai withdrew his hand and placed it behind his back.

If someone were behind him, they would clearly see that Huang Hai’s outstretched hand was now red, almost purple, like a cooked crab.

“Eighty taels. How much does the Huang Family want to buy?” Jiang Hanwen’s lips curved into a smile.

You little rascal, still trying to test me. If I weren’t afraid of delaying making money, I’d crush your arm with one hand.

Huang Hai frowned. One Ningquan Realm in the Zhuang Family was already enough. He didn’t expect there to be another one behind him!

No wonder the person in front of him mentioned his faction was deeply rooted.

They were both from the Zhuang Family, both in the Ningquan Realm. At most, they would show deference to the Family Head, but neither’s influence was necessarily inferior.

However, the Zhuang Family clearly had two, so why did they only claim to have one?

Could it be internal strife again?

Indeed, internal strife had become a tradition in the Zhuang Family. Ever since they arrived here, the Zhuang Family had constant incidents, with people dying.

Given this, it was even more important to cooperate fully with the person in front of him.

A clenched fist could kill, but what deterrent power did separated fingers have?

Jiang Hanwen said nothing explicitly, but Huang Hai had already filled in the blanks. A gentle smile appeared on his gaunt face:

“How much do you have?”

“I can give the Huang Family five thousand catties.”

After speaking, Jiang Hanwen secretly mourned.

Zhuang Kongming, don’t blame me. It’s truly because your family’s internal strife has become genetic. It would be a pity if I didn’t make use of it.

Huang Hai frowned. Five times eighty was four hundred thousand. Four hundred thousand taels of silver would almost halve the Huang Family’s liquid capital.

But thinking about contributing to the Zhuang Family’s internal strife and the current price of tranquility tea, he gritted his teeth and nodded decisively:

“In terms of quantity, even six thousand catties is fine, but I have one condition.”

Oh?

Jiang Hanwen was a little surprised. Six thousand catties, and he dared to take it? Was this old man so bold?

“Tell me.”

Huang Hai met Jiang Hanwen’s gaze, his eyes gleaming with intelligent light, and said shrewdly:

“Brother Qiao, you must have more than this amount of tea to sell after coming down the mountain this time.

Besides the new families, our Huang Family has the most cash on hand.

For six thousand catties, I will pay immediately, full payment in cash.

The condition is that no matter who you trade with next, within three days, you cannot directly sell on the market.”

Three days?

Jiang Hanwen thought for a moment and understood the subtlety.

As expected of a merchant family, their minds were sharp.

Currently, the price of tranquility tea was close to two hundred taels. If any large family drastically cut prices and sold it off, it would return to its original price of one hundred taels within an hour.

This old fox wanted to create a time gap. Within three days, he would use the Huang Family’s channels to sell as much tranquility tea as possible at a high price.

Jiang Hanwen could, of course, participate in earning this money, but there were two points: first, it was troublesome, and second, it would devalue the product, affecting future cooperation.

It was like when Li Minzhong approached him for help.

The money in the world was inexhaustible and endless.

A mature businessman should only earn limited profits, not dabble in everything.

Being too greedy would lead to being attacked by the masses.

Jiang Hanwen nodded:

“I can guarantee that the tea will only be sold in large quantities. As for how the people below sell it, I cannot guarantee. Whether you want to join forces depends on the Huang Family’s connections.”

“Brother Qiao is reasonable. It seems we can be friends in the future.”

“Brother Huang has guts. Of course, we should be friends.”

Jiang Hanwen extended his hand, and they shook hands again. This time, there was no probing... That night, returning home, Jiang Hanwen looked at the boxes of gold, feeling utterly secure.

The Huang, Bai, and Li families, along with Black Wind Martial Hall, bought a total of fourteen thousand catties.

The cost of one catty of tranquility tea was three taels. In one day, he tearfully earned one million seventy thousand taels of silver.

It was—too damn great!

But after all, it was wholesale. It couldn’t be repeated in a short time.

These families were willing to spend so much money to buy it.

Firstly, they could use it themselves. Secondly, Heng'an City had a large population, so it would eventually be sold and wouldn't rot in their hands.

After putting the money away, Jiang Hanwen looked at the neatly arranged ground beside him.

The first dish of making money was served. Next up was the second substantial dish—the medicinal formula that Gong Qing had developed nine years ago using qi gathering grass seeds while researching new dishes.