167: Big Purchase

There was no need for the two of them to handle the inspection and weighing of the goods anymore. So, Uncle Cheng brought Pan Han to the villa's tea room.

Before, when he came with Wang Cheng, they would always conduct transactions directly in the main hall, as they weren't familiar with each other back then.

Now that they were considered 'insiders,' they could enter a more private space.

This tea room, at first glance, was clearly a place for entertaining distinguished guests.

The room was very large, decorated in an antique style, with all furniture made of Phoebe zhennan wood. Various precious teas were displayed in the cabinets, showcasing the owner's extraordinary taste.

Pan Han didn't understand tea; at most, he drank instant green tea, and he had even bought a Pu-erh tea cake before that he still hadn't finished.

"President Pan, please have a seat," Uncle Cheng warmly invited Pan Han to sit down.

"Uncle Cheng, just call me Xiao Pan. I'm not really a 'General.' Calling me Xiao Pan sounds more intimate," Pan Han sat down generously.

"Alright, Xiao Pan. I've wanted to call you that for a long time," Uncle Cheng wasn't pretending; it was his genuine thought.

Pan Han was definitely different from ordinary young people; he was someone with great potential. Such people usually didn't care about false prestige.

"Xiao Pan, what kind of tea do you usually like to drink?" Uncle Cheng began to arrange the tea set.

"I don't really drink tea; I've only had that kind of green tea that costs one yuan a packet."

"Hahaha! Good, today I'll let you taste something new. Let's drink Da Hong Pao," Uncle Cheng said, then went to the tea cabinet, took out a tea caddy, and began to rinse and brew the tea.

Pan Han was noncommittal; drinking anything was the same to him, as it was all bitter anyway.

However, it seemed Uncle Cheng had something to say, and Pan Han was trying to deduce what he was about to ask.

Now, whenever he pondered something, he wanted to smoke. He casually took out a cigarette, and just as he was about to light it, he suddenly felt something was off. He was a guest, so he should ask Uncle Cheng first.

"Uncle Cheng, do you smoke?" Pan Han habitually offered him a cigarette.

"I do!" Uncle Cheng didn't hesitate, taking it. The two of them began to puff away.

"Do you smoke a lot usually?" Uncle Cheng looked at the cigarette; it was bought from a street vendor for 18 yuan a pack and was a bit harsh.

"Quite a lot, about a carton a week," Pan Han roughly calculated, including the cigarettes he gave to others at the base, he smoked more than a pack a day.

"I'll get you a few cartons," Uncle Cheng said, then turned around and took out 5 cartons of cigarettes from the cabinet. The packaging was very ordinary white, with no words on it.

Pan Han took them and looked them over; he had never seen this kind of cigarette before.

"There's nothing on them, no need to look, they're for special supply," Uncle Cheng chuckled.

"Oh, that's impressive, Uncle Cheng," Pan Han's interest was immediately piqued when he heard they were special supply cigarettes.

These things couldn't be bought and carried a sense of mystery, and with such simple packaging, they were even more appealing.

"You take these first, and when you're out, come back to Uncle Cheng for more."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Cheng, then I won't be polite."

"No problem, no problem," Uncle Cheng said politely, then began to brew the tea.

However, Pan Han could feel that his breathing was a bit unsteady; it seemed he was about to speak.

"Come, Xiao Pan, please!" Uncle Cheng offered a cup of Da Hong Pao with both hands.

Pan Han sniffed it, and the aroma was rich. He looked again, and the color was reddish. He drank half a cup and couldn't describe the mellow and refreshing fragrance.

"What good tea!" Pan Han exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

Damn it, rich people and ordinary people are truly two completely different classes; all the good things are enjoyed by them.

A young man with assets over 100 million, a house in the apocalypse, and a team, cursed inwardly.

"Xiao Pan, Uncle Cheng has something he's curious about, I wonder if it's appropriate to ask?" Uncle Cheng refilled his tea and asked nonchalantly.

"Here it comes," Pan Han thought to himself.

"Oh? What does Uncle Cheng want to know?" Pan Han raised an eyebrow, releasing a slight pressure.

After more than twenty days of training, while his body became stronger, Pan Han's spiritual sense also improved significantly.

Uncle Cheng immediately felt something unusual in the air, an indescribable discomfort throughout his body, and sweat began to form in the creases of his armpits and buttocks.

"Well... it's nothing, I just wanted to ask. You sold another batch of gold this time, what are you planning to buy with the money? If there's anything I can help with, just let me know anytime," Uncle Cheng suppressed his discomfort and asked casually.

Pan Han, upon hearing this, was reminded. He had originally planned to buy a large amount of food, but perhaps it would be better to let Uncle Cheng handle it directly. Otherwise, he would have to go to the farmers' market and pick everything out himself.

However, he then thought again, it wasn't appropriate.

If he let Uncle Cheng buy it for him and then transport it to his rented warehouse, there would inevitably be errors in between. It was possible Uncle Cheng would secretly note down the warehouse address and send people to install cameras. Or perhaps put a few trackers inside the packaging and then track the flow of food.

In short, now was not the time to let people from this world know about his space and system.

"There are many places where I need to spend money. I'm also thinking of donating a teaching building to my alma mater," Pan Han casually found an excuse, half-truthfully deflecting him.

Uncle Cheng, being so astute, knew immediately that Pan Han didn't want to tell the truth.

However, Uncle Cheng wasn't surprised, or rather, Pan Han had too many things he was thinking of doing, and he couldn't necessarily tell everyone.

"Oh? Xiao Pan has an alma mater complex?"

"Yes, it taught me how to study, and it also taught me how to be a person. If I get the chance, I have to give back," Pan Han finished another cup of Da Hong Pao.

Uncle Cheng filled it for him again.

At this moment, a subordinate pushed the door open and walked to Uncle Cheng's side: "Uncle Cheng, the settlement is complete, exactly five hundred kilograms."

"Xiao Pan, the gold price has risen slightly now. I'll give you 350 per gram, so 500 kilograms is 175 million. Do you have any issues? If not, I'll transfer the money," Uncle Cheng's business skills were truly impeccable; he didn't need to calculate at all and could blurt it out.

"No problem. Uncle Cheng, just handle it. I completely trust you," Pan Han heard that another 100 million-plus was in his hands, but when he thought about what he had to do, he still sighed inwardly, money was not enough!

"Please wait," Uncle Cheng picked up a tablet computer and performed a few simple operations.

Ding! The deposit message arrived.

Pan Han picked up his phone, glanced at it briefly, then put it down and continued to chat and laugh with Uncle Cheng.

The two of them went back and forth, probing each other, but it was all polite talk, and both of them could tell.

After receiving the money, Pan Han didn't stay long, but was eager to go shopping. After drinking two more cups of tea, he got up and bid farewell.

Uncle Cheng didn't try to keep him for long and saw him directly to the door.

Pan Han drove his Bentley straight to the agricultural wholesale base. He checked his watch; it was just 12 o'clock, still plenty of time.

There was a very large agricultural wholesale base in the capital, with abundant supplies, serving nearly 30 million people.

Pan Han's shared apartment was not far from here, and driving back was a familiar route.

Upon arriving at the base, Pan Han was still greatly surprised.

He couldn't help but secretly regret why he had bought from supermarkets before; it had truly wasted a lot of money.

So he transformed into a shopping maniac, browsing and buying along the way.

Many bosses, seeing him drive a Bentley, knew a big customer had arrived and eagerly pulled him in to promote their goods.

Finally, Pan Han bought a full 500 tons of rice, 500 tons of flour, 500 tons of cornmeal, 500 tons of millet, and 500 tons of potatoes. With the staple foods purchased, he also discovered many "tech and harsh stuff," such as frozen ducks for 5 yuan each, frozen chickens for 10 yuan each, and a large amount of cheap frozen meat and frozen fish.

Pan Han remembered that a large cold storage had been installed at the base a while ago, and all these frozen meats could fit. Moreover, he could eat these frozen meats, and for people in the apocalypse, it was even less of a problem. So he bought hundreds of thousands of catties of various frozen meats.

These supplies should be enough to feed 10,000 people for 2 years.

In a flash, nearly 20 million was spent, and Pan Han didn't feel the least bit distressed, only sighing that money was still not enough!

Buying so much at once was naturally handled by several large distributors, who also arranged for the delivery and promised to deliver to the designated location tonight.

Pan Han checked his watch; it was already past 3 PM.

So he agreed with the bosses to meet at the warehouse at 10 PM. The bosses all expressed that there would be absolutely no problem and asked Boss Pan to rest assured.

Pan Han left the base satisfied and drove straight to the mall.

He was going to give Cheng Xiao a big gift!