Xu Sanjin opened a traditional Chinese medicine store in Kyoto's Ghost Street, and ostensibly he was the shopkeeper of this medicine store.
But in fact, he has a second identity, the deputy manager of the Kunlun Procurement Department.
To put it simply, he arranged for his disciples to purchase most of the supplies needed by the Kunlun lineage and deliver them uniformly.
It's not a high position, but it's a lucrative job.
He wouldn't dare to engage in blatant corruption, but he could secretly get some kickbacks and earn some price difference, which could amount to at least seven to eight million, or even more, in a year.
Xu Sanjin stayed there for thirty-seven years since he came down from the mountain and was assigned as the storekeeper of a drug store at the age of thirty-seven.
From thirty-seven to sixty-seven, Xu Sanjin was contented as he was promoted from the Kunlun handyman disciple to the current deputy steward.
After all, his talent is mediocre, and he can be entrusted with important tasks by Kunlun's senior officials, find a position for him in the mortal world, and prosper. There is nothing to complain about in such a life.
His current net worth may not be as good as that of the really wealthy people in Kyoto, but it is more than enough. He is very grateful to Kunlun for his carefree life.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, a customer came into the store carrying a backpack and went straight to the counter.
Xu Sanjin, who is familiar with business coming to his door, stood up from the recliner and greeted him with a smile.
"Do you accept any medicinal materials?" The fair-looking guest got straight to the point.
He is in his forties, 1.75 meters tall, with a thin figure and a haggard look between his eyebrows.
Dressed simply, wearing a pair of mud-stained black-soled cloth shoes, he looked elegant and delicate like a frail scholar.
Xu Sanjin observed the other party without leaving any trace, roughly scrutinizing the other party's details, and said with a thicker smile: "I'll take it."
The white guest breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a tight voice: "What do you say about the price?"
Xu Sanjin secretly blamed the other party for not understanding the rules. The medicinal materials were not taken out to verify the authenticity, so how could the price be determined?
He glanced at the black backpack in the guest's arms, coughed and reminded: "It depends on the quality, quantity, year, and efficacy of the goods."
"Most common medicinal materials are cheaper than the market price. Only by cherishing rare medicinal materials can we raise the price."
"You..."
Xu Sanjin motioned to the helper to make a pot of hot tea, then called the fair-skinned guests to the reception area and said, "If it's a mule or a horse, you have to take it out for a walk."
The fair guest sat on the sofa with some restraint, carefully opened his backpack, and took out a purple-red wooden box from inside.
"This is something passed down by my father. The year, um, at least twenty years old." Guest Bai Jing placed the wooden box on the table and pushed it in front of Xu Sanjin: "Please give me an estimate of the price."
Xu Sanjin agreed with a smile, then took out his brand new white gloves and put them on, and gently opened the wooden cover.
In the box, a golden sunflower flower with full grains appeared quietly.
Unlike ordinary sunflowers, which are the size of bowls and basins, the sunflowers in the box are only the size of an adult's palm.
Although it has been stored for a long time, it gives people a sense of freshness and vitality.
Xu Sanjin narrowed his eyes, breathed inexplicably and said: "Seedless sunflower."
Guest Bai Jing nodded and said: "My father bought it from the countryside when he was still alive. He was an old Chinese medicine doctor."
Xu Sanjin held his breath and concentrated, using his index and middle fingers to hold up the sunflower and observe it carefully.
After a while, he put it back as if it were a treasure, and said in a deep voice: "The thirty-year-old seedless sunflower is well preserved, in excellent condition, and has complete medicinal effects."
The white guest said excitedly: "What about the price?"
Xu Sanjin closed the wooden box and said calmly: "How much do you want to sell?"
The fair guest raised a finger and whispered: "At least ten million."
Xu Sanjin opened his mouth subconsciously and tapped lightly with his right hand on the wooden box.
The waiter brought tea, and Xu Sanjin poured it for the fair-skinned man politely.
The other party said anxiously: "I went to eight Chinese medicine pharmacies, and the highest price they offered was 8 million."
"I am encountering some difficulties now and urgently need 10 million to settle the matter, so I took out the treasure left by my father."
