Chapter 351. Arrogant at first and respectful at the end
Zhao Jun held the pine bark with both hands and tilted the contents toward the old man.
When the old man saw clearly the ginseng lying in the moss, he quickly took his glasses from the side and put them on, and came closer to take a closer look.
Watching from beginning to end, the old man was still leaning forward, but he raised his head, looked up at Zhao Jun and asked: "Young man, can I pick it up and take a look?"
Zhao Jun looked at the old man and said, "Then you should pay attention, my mallet is all intact."
The most important thing about wild ginseng is its appearance. If even one of its whiskers is broken, the price will be cut in half.
"Okay." The old man said simply, and then extended his hand to the ginseng.
If he doesn't even dare to get started, the pharmacy won't let him sit here.
I saw the old man holding the ginseng reed head with his left hand and lifting the ginseng away from the moss, but the ginseng legs and ginseng whiskers were still on the moss.
Then the old man placed his right hand between the ginseng and the moss, moved it down, and held the ginseng in his hand. He pinched the reed head with one hand and held the ginseng with the other, leaving the slender ginseng hanging outside his hand.
The old man just moved the ginseng in front of him and looked at it carefully.
As the ginseng was picked up by the old man, Zhao Jun put aside the empty mossy pine bark in his hand. He was not in a hurry. After all, to see ginseng, you have to look carefully and clearly.
The pattern, shape, whiskers, and body of the reed, including the lines on it and every whisker, must be carefully considered.
The old man watched for about ten minutes. Finally, holding the ginseng in his hand, he looked up at Zhao Jun and signaled to him: "Young man, there are paper plates in the elm box just now. Take two out and put them on the scale.
Weighed."
The six-grade leaves of this seedling are much more precious than those of Erjiazi. They are also larger and have longer whiskers. If you put them directly on the scale, you have to roll up the whiskers.
If so, it is easy to break the ginseng whiskers.
So the old man said that in the elm box where the scales and weights were placed, there were plates made of cardboard, and asked Zhao Jun to take out two, put one on the left and right sides of the scale, and then weigh the ginseng.<
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Zhao Jun heard this, but did not move. He pointed at the ginseng bun that originally wrapped the six-pin leaves of the seedling, which was the empty pine bark and moss, and said to the old man: "Old man, please put down the mallet for me first."
"Hey, okay!" Although Zhao Jun didn't do what he said, the old man did.
The reason is very simple, just because Zhao Jun brought this ginseng, so naturally Zhao Jun has the final say.
When the old man gently placed the ginseng on the moss, the reed head was facing Zhao Jun and the ginseng whisker was facing the old man.
Zhao Jun stretched out his hand and twisted the bark of the pine tree, turning the reed head toward the old man and the ginseng whiskers toward himself.
Zhao Jun closed the ginseng beard with his hand, and then gently wrapped it.
Seeing this situation, the old man became anxious instantly, but he did not dare to reach out and only said: "Young man, you don't want to sell it?"
"Sell!" Zhao Jun nodded and asked: "Old man, how much can you give me for this seedling?"
Hearing this, the old man felt his eyes stutter. He took off his glasses with one hand, smiled kindly at Zhao Jun and said, "Look, young man, how much is that? Can't we put it on the scale and make some bubbles?"
"No." Zhao Jun said, "Just tell me how much money you can give."
Zhao Jun's meaning is also very simple. Don't buy this ginseng by weight, just sell it by the piece. You pay according to the appearance.
"How much..." The old man pondered for a moment, raised his hand and gestured with two fingers to Zhao Jun, and said: "Two thousand!"
Even though Zhao Jun looked young, his previous performance and the sixth-grade seedlings made the old man fearful and he did not dare to lower the price randomly.
But as soon as the old man finished speaking, he heard a loud bang at the door, which shocked both him and Zhao Jun.
The staff who came up with Zhao Jun originally leaned against the door with their shoulders, watching the excitement in the room.
But when the old man said he could pay 2,000 yuan for this ginseng, he was so frightened that his legs went weak. He couldn't stand firm and almost lay down. He hurriedly threw himself at the door next to him. Although he didn't fall, he still made a mistake.
Sound.
"What are you doing?" The old man's face suddenly dropped, he pointed at the door and shouted: "Go out and wait."
"Hey, hey." The staff panicked and turned around to walk out. Then they heard the old man's voice again: "Hold the door for me."
The staff did not dare to neglect, so they turned around and reached for the door. But at this time, Zhao Jun said: "No need to close the door, I will leave."
"What?" When the old man heard this, he stopped and hurriedly walked around from behind the table, approached Zhao Jun, and said: "Young man, you..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Jun putting the ginseng buns rolled up with six-grade leaves into his shoulder bag, and after putting them in, he rolled up the two-grade ginseng seedlings.
The old man became anxious all of a sudden, stretched out his hand and gently pulled Zhao Jun's arm, and said eagerly: "Young man, why are we leaving now? If you are not satisfied with the price I gave, let's talk about it again!"
"Haha..." Zhao Jun smiled at the old man, untied the rolled ginseng buns, and stuffed them directly into his shoulder bag, and then said, "I don't understand the price you always give me."
"I don't understand..." The old man's claws were numb now.
Because Zhao Jun didn't understand the price, he made him laugh bitterly. If you really don't understand, I'll give you two thousand apiece, and you have to give me the ginseng on the spot.
In fact, the price the old man just gave is already a sky-high price in the eyes of people who don't know the industry, but it is still a bit low for this kind of ginseng.
But you can't blame him. After all, collecting things is different from selling things. When selling things, the price is higher. But when collecting things, the price must be lowered.
But if I lower the price, you can raise it. If you can’t raise the price, you just pack up and leave. What kind of temper is this?
Seeing that Zhao Jun was about to leave, the old man hurriedly followed, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to gently grab Zhao Jun's shoulder strap.
"Hey!" Zhao Jun looked back, and the old man hurriedly let go of his hand and said with a smile: "Young man, this mallet is of good quality and priceless. It's worth twenty thousand, and it's worth twenty thousand..."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Jun.
Just listen to Zhao Jun say: "Then why don't you give me 20,000?"
"I..." The old man was speechless for a while and thought to himself: "Where did this kid come from? How come he can't even understand what Cheluglu is saying."
But he couldn't imagine how much the world Zhao Jun had seen in his previous life. It was okay for him to use his words to fool others, but if he wanted to fool Zhao Jun, he was far from good.
The staff on the side were stunned. This old man was a crab in this pharmacy. Even the manager didn’t dare to mess with him. At this time, Zhao Jun was scolding him, but he could still be so pleasant.
But how did he understand that collecting ginseng of this quality would be a sign of performance. Of course, there was no commission for state-owned stores at this time, but being able to receive this kind of ginseng was enough to prove the old man’s vision and ability.<
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Therefore, the old man could only smile at Zhao Jun and said: "Young man, if you really don't understand, you should ask someone who understands your parents..."
The old man wanted to say, if you don’t understand, your elders must understand.
Even at this time, the old man didn't think that Zhao Jun would be the leader, let alone that such a perfect Yimiao Bangchui could be dug up by Zhao Jun.
All beards and all tails, no loss at all.
"Yeah." After hearing what the old man said, Zhao Jun nodded and said, "I have to find someone to ask. I will go to Lingnan Supply and Marketing Cooperative now."
When he heard the first half of Zhao Jun's words, the old man didn't react at all, because Zhao Jun's words could be regarded as echoing what he just said.
But upon hearing the second half of the sentence, the old man immediately became anxious.