Hearing what Manager Tao said, a hint of sadness suddenly appeared on Jia Kedao's face. For him, the old master was his father. Whenever someone mentioned this, Jia Kedao felt a little sad.

"Wuliang Tianzun, Manager Tao, my teacher Xianyou has been there for five years."

When Manager Tao heard this, he was a little stunned. After a moment, he sighed: "I am old, and my old friends have gone one by one." The sadness revealed in his words is no less than that of Jia Kedao.

The two of them exchanged greetings for a while and then got to the point.

"I wonder what good products are available for sale to the old man when Principal Mingyang comes here this time?"

When I was doing business, even though I lamented that time was unforgiving, after getting to the point, Manager Tao still went straight to the point.

You should know that Laojunguan brought a lot of good goods in previous transactions, with small quantity but high quality, and it can bring considerable benefits to Anzhitang every time.

Those are all real wild goods. As for the current national medicinal materials market, there are too few real wild goods. All of them are medicinal materials produced by chemical fertilizers. Although the amount is large, the efficacy is far worse than that of wild goods.

The key is that some nobles who cherish their lives are willing to pay attention to these things. Once the wild and precious medicinal materials such as wild ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, ambergris, Cordyceps sinensis, Polygonum multiflorum and so on appear on the market, they will immediately bring about strong winds and waves, and those rich people will wield checks to buy these treasures of heaven and earth.

Simply put, a wild medicinal material supplier like Laojunguan is the God of Wealth for An Zhitang. Although the supply is unstable, it will bring relatively large returns every time.

Facing Manager Tao's direct pursuit of Huang Long, Jia Kedao smiled but said nothing, took out a paper bag from his cuff and pushed it in front of Manager Tao.

Hum? This is? Manager Tao was a little excited. As a drug dealer who had been immersed in medicinal materials for decades, when Jia Kedao took out the paper bag, a familiar smell of medicine immediately came into his nose.

It’s ginseng, yes, it’s definitely ginseng, and it’s at least 20 years old!

It is impossible for garden ginseng produced in the plantation or transplanted undergrowth ginseng to have such a strong and special medicinal fragrance.

I remember that it was probably five years since I received such old ginseng last time.

Manager Tao was impatient, but he carefully peeled off the paper bag.

It was indeed Lao Shan ginseng! Manager Tao's eyes were straightened. This Lao Shan ginseng has been around for at least fifty years. As for whether it is true or not, don't joke. Those who are not good at ease may read it wrong, but for a medicine like Manager Tao, even if they are really made together rockery ginseng, you can see it at a glance.

There is only one trick, it is skillful.

Anyone who has been immersed in this industry for decades will have this vision.

When the guy asked the guy to take a medicine scale, the shopkeeper Tao weighed the ginseng for a while, and couldn't help but say with regret: "Ginseng is a good ginseng, which has been for fifty years, but it must be a little damaged and destroyed the quality."

Indeed, although Jia Kedao was very careful when digging these ginseng, he had too many parameters after all. When digging for more than a hundred years old, he basically did not touch the ginseng. However, he would be much more careless when dealing with these ginseng that were between fifty and a hundred years old.

Most of them are eaten by themselves, and a small part is sold. Even if you break a few ginseng whiskers, the price will not be too much.

After all, this is ginseng, not a stamp. Even if only the main root is left, its value will not be lower than forty percent as it should have.

"Shopkeeper Tao, please offer a price. I am too lazy to wander around." Jia Kedao was not angry when he heard what Shopkeeper Tao said. This is how it is to do business. He is the buyer who is the buyer. Only those who are picky about goods may be the customer who purchases the goods.

"This number." Manager Tao stretched out his index finger, but his heart was irritated. Over the years, the price of Laoshan ginseng has been rising with the help of the rich.

Ten years ago, I could buy a bunch of old ginseng for 100,000 yuan, but now, for twenty years, people dare to call a high price of 70,000 to 80,000 yuan.

Of course, this is just an example, but we can also see the current situation of the increasing scarcity of Laoshan ginseng, and things are rarer.

If Jia Kedao's 50-year-old ginseng is priced at 100,000 yuan, it is indeed a bit low. If Manager Tao takes over, he can sell at least 200,000 yuan or even higher based on his quality. If he is auctioned, the handling fee will not be less than 300,000 yuan.

After all, there has never been a ginseng of this year on the market this year.

"Okay, Manager Tao, I'll give this ginseng to you."

Jia Kedao didn't know much about the current price, but thinking that Manager Tao was originally an old customer and should not look too ugly, he nodded and agreed.

Seeing Jia Kedao nodding, Manager Tao couldn't help but be happy and prepared to pack the ginseng. It was raining lightly in City C these days, but it was not turbulent, which affected the quality.

At this moment, a middle-aged fat man came in from the door of the store, followed by two men in black. Their clothes were not of high quality, but they were wearing gold-wire sunglasses without sunlight, with gold necklaces as thick as fingers on their necks, and seven or eight gold rings that looked like rings on their hands. A breath of nouveau riche hits the face.

"Slowly, Boss Tao, what are you in your hand?"

The nouveau riche man couldn't help but lit up when he saw the ginseng in the hand of Manager Tao, and then he rushed straight towards him like the wind. The two men in black who looked like bodyguards behind him didn't have time to catch up.

"Ah, is it Boss Jin?"

Manager Tao was stunned by the boss Jin for a moment, and the ginseng on his hand was immediately snatched by Boss Jin.

"Is it ginseng? I'm afraid it's been fifty years?"

Although this boss Jin looked like an explosive atmosphere, his vision was not bad. He recognized the ginseng in his hand at a glance.

However, his next words made Manager Tao’s face discolored: “It’s this Taoist priest, right? Okay, I bought it. Is 200,000 enough?”

This is a way out of wealth.

Jia Kedao shook his head: "Wuliang Tianzun, this donor of Jin, has sold the ginseng to Manager Tao."

Speaking of this, Jia Kedao transferred the first one to tell Manager Tao about a series of bank card accounts: "Manager Tao just enters the bank card."

Such a turn of events not only made Manager Tao stunned, but even Boss Jin could not help but look at Jia Kedao with surprise.

Jia Kedao knew that these two people might think they were fools. This was based on the persistence of Taoist heart, and Jia Kedao could not explain anything to others.

"I admire you, admire you, Taoist Master, you are the third person I admire in my life, Jin Daren."

After reacting, this nouveau riche named Jin Dayou praised Jia Kedao very much.

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Chapter completed!