The codonopsis market had collapsed for quite some time.
It fell even worse than a cliff-like drop, directly breaking through the lowest price of previous years.
Now, even the ones with the best quality are only forty per kilogram.
Many buyers now dare not touch it.
Yang Fan, due to Old Zhou's long-term contract protection, had been purchasing consistently throughout this period without much impact.
"Buy." Yang Fan said as he took a cigarette, "How much do you have?"
"How much? Hey, I darn planted eighty acres last year, got mischievously ambitious a while ago thinking of holding back some stock, hoping it could shoot up enough to get me a car. Turns out darn it, not only did I not get a car, I nearly lost my shorts."
The young man sat down across from Yang Fan, crossed his legs, and started to self-mock with some curse words.
Yang Fan chuckled; with eighty acres planted, this guy's shorts really might soon be gone.
