A few days passed in the blink of an eye.
After Zhang Cheng got off work, he took a look at his Heavenly Dimension.
Then, he was surprised to find that the planted ginseng was actually shrinking.
What was going on?
The ginseng from before had been as big as a radish. Why was it smaller now?
Was there a problem?
However, when he thought about the information concerning ginseng from before, he knew that the 100-year-old wild ginseng was only about one or two grams after drying, after shedding about 50 grams.
So, was this ginseng returning to its natural state after growing to a certain stage?
It was possible.
Therefore, Zhang Cheng decided that no actions were necessary. He only dug up about 50 ginseng, which were about 60 years old now. After waiting for them to dry, he stored them in the storage space and planted the ginseng seeds that had been automatically harvested in the space.
He was manufacturing ginseng.
He could not afford to be selective about the quality of his wares, he had to attempt selling whatever he had on hand.
After he was done, Zhang Cheng exited the storage space.
Then, he saw his phone. Xiao Xin had sent him a message.
He picked it up and saw that it was the young woman who had sold the ginseng a few days ago.
Her name was rather unique.
"Are you there? Do you still have the ginseng?"
The message was simple and clear. She was actually asking for ginseng?
Zhang Cheng was a little surprised and replied to the message.
Soon, he received a call.
"Hello, my name is Fang Yan. When you sold us a ginseng some time ago, didn't you say that you still had more? Have you sold them all?" A clear voice came from the other end of the phone.
Zhang Cheng blinked. "Yes."
"Then, are you interested in selling it?" Fang Yan asked anxiously again.
Zhang Cheng scratched his chin. Was there something wrong with the ginseng? Or was it surprisingly potent?
"I hope the offer this time isn't as low as before."
"That's not a problem. How about we talk in person?" Fang Yan said.
Zhang Cheng was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he still went to the pharmacy.
When Zhang Cheng walked into the pharmacy, he was surprised to find that not only was there the young woman, Fang Yan, and her father in the pharmacy, there were also a few older men who looked like they had some money.
And when they saw Zhang Cheng come in, their eyes lit up.
What was going on?
Fang Yan's father, who had spent 45,000 yuan back then, came up to him with a smile on his face.
"Hello, young man. My name is Fang Tan, the owner of this pharmacy. I've bought your ginseng before."
Zhang Cheng nodded. It had only been a few days. He wouldn't be so forgetful.
"Please take a seat." The old man, Fang Tan, led Zhang Cheng to the counter and sat down. "Young man, you said you still have more from where that ginseng came. Did you bring it here?"
Hearing this, Zhang Cheng took out the ginseng wrapped in red cloth from the plastic bag in his hand and put it on the counter.
The old man's eyes lit up when he saw this. He carefully opened the package and looked at it for a moment before nodding his head in satisfaction.
"Young man, I won't beat around the bush. Previously, I used your ginseng to brew a jar of wine. Two days ago, I had a gathering with a few old friends and drank that jar of wine. I didn't expect that the wine would not only taste good, but we all felt much better after drinking it. That's why I'm shamelessly asking for more," the old man said candidly.
As the owner of the pharmacy, Old Man Fang Tan knew how to take a simple pulse. It was also because he knew how to take a pulse that he noticed that his body had indeed improved a lot. Not only in terms of appetite, but also in terms of sleep... His entire body had improved a lot, as if he was five years younger.
Therefore, after making a guess and confirming that it was probably because of the ginseng, Fang Tan had invited Zhang Cheng over.
"Yes, yes. I've always had chronic insomnia, but I didn't expect a single pot of medicinal wine to put me to sleep like a baby that night," Another old man walked up and said.
When Zhang Cheng was a little puzzled, the old man laughed, "My name is Yan Xu."
"Hello, Uncle Yan." Zhang Cheng hurriedly greeted him.
Yan Xu chuckled.
"So you see, we hereby bid 100,000 yuan for this ginseng. How about it?" Fang Tan continued the conversation.
100,000 yuan?
It was not bad.
"Old Fang, why are you so stingy? 300,000 yuan." Yan Xu waved his hand and directly raised the price by 200,000 yuan.
Not to mention 300,000 yuan, even a hundred-year-old wild ginseng worth millions of yuan would not have such an obvious and immediate effect.
Fang Tan could not help but laugh bitterly when he heard this. "Fine, paint me as the villain."
When Zhang Cheng heard 300,000, although he knew that this might not be the highest price that the few elders could accept, he did not have the intention of driving a hard bargain.
At the very least, these few people did not look ordinary. He knew that this was his opportunity to get some solid regulars.
Therefore, Zhang Cheng immediately nodded and said, "Okay, 300,000 will do. Thank you, Uncle Yan."
"Hahaha, you're not bad, kid." Yan Xu laughed and patted Zhang Cheng's shoulder boisterously, directly getting someone to transfer the money.
Very soon, Zhang Cheng received a transfer message from the bank.
300,000 had been transferred into his bank card.
"Then I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye." After saying that, Zhang Cheng stood up and left.
These elders didn't seem to be simple people. Zhang Cheng was just a factory worker, so he probably didn't have much in common with these elders. Although they were being friendly with him due to the ginseng, what was the point of forcing himself in front of these elders to have an awkward conversation?
Let's go.
"Alright, see you later," Yan Xu said straightforwardly.
After leaving the pharmacy, Zhang Cheng raised his head to look at the sky. There wasn't any sun today, and it was cloudy.
However, he was quite happy.
After all, 300,000 yuan had come easily to him. If he put in slightly more effort, he could even consider settling down in the city.
Oh?
However, at that moment, Zhang Cheng felt that he should quit his job first.
After all, he spent most of his waking hours in the factory. That was going to hold him back greatly, when his net worth of over 300,000 yuan could be more productive elsewhere.
Zhang Cheng did not hesitate. He went straight to the factory and handed in his resignation.
The workshop director was not surprised. He processed all the paperwork without hesitation.
Compared to other jobs, the turnover rate in such workforces was atrocious. New hires come in as often as resignation letters.
There were no company benefits or bonus pays.
"Little Cheng, why did you quit?" As a veteran employee, Sister Yu was still very well informed. At least when it came to affairs within the factory.
"Hehe, I found another way," Zhang Cheng said sheepishly.
Although they were simply colleagues, Sister Yu treated him like a younger brother, so Zhang Cheng was comfortable sharing the details with her.
Sister Yu could not help but frown.
Zhang Cheng was still young enough to enter college, what kind of connections could he find? Sister Yu wasn't particularly old-fashioned nor narrow-minded, but this was how society was. If you had a good education, knowledge, or a good family, you could mess up many times over and still try again. Otherwise, for those plebians trying to raise their social class... it was still very difficult.
Simply put, Sister Yu was afraid that Zhang Cheng would run himself into a hole he could not dig himself out of.
"Can you tell me what it is?" Sister Yu asked.
"It's selling ginseng." Zhang Cheng chuckled.
Sister Yu was immediately stunned. Selling... ginseng?
What the hell?