Peng Hong thought Qin Feng thought the price was too high, so he shook his head and said, "I'm going to the ginseng producing areas in the Far East of Siberia to harvest it. If not, I might have to go into the mountains to pick it myself. The price of two million is the lowest."
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Private picking of ginseng in Russia is prohibited, but it is hard to say how many people abide by this ban. At least every year, many mainland ginseng pickers sneak into Siberia to pick ginseng secretly.
Peng Hong's main business is selling Russian jade, but if he has the opportunity, he will bring a few good ginseng to the country. However, he cannot sell it at a high price. A fifty-year-old wild ginseng, that is,
It only cost over 100,000 RMB.
"I'll also call you Brother Hong."
After hearing Peng Hong's explanation, Qin Feng smiled bitterly and picked up the wine bowl. After taking a sip of wine, he said: "Brother Hong, you are not selling the 200-year-old ginseng at a high price, but at a cheap price."
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"Huh? Is it cheaper?"
Peng Hong looked at Qin Feng with some surprise and said: "There are very few ginsengs that are two hundred years old. I have never sold them, but last year I collected a wild ginseng that was about one hundred and twenty years old and sold it for six
180,000, I don’t know if this price is high or low?”
"Six hundred and eighty thousand in one hundred and twenty years?"
Qin Feng looked at Peng Hong speechlessly and said, "Multiply this number by two, then add a zero at the end, and that's almost it."
"Multiply by two and add zero..."
Hearing Qin Feng's words, Peng Hong's eyes almost bulged out, "Isn't this... more than 10 million? Is this... is this thing that expensive?"
Peng Hong's ginseng business was purely accidental. A domestic fur trader knew that he often went to Russia, so he asked Peng Hong to bring some ginseng. The price was also set by that businessman.
When Peng Hong purchased ginseng from ginseng-producing areas in Russia, the price was not very high. Once it was resold, he could basically make double the price difference, and Peng Hong was very satisfied with this.
Therefore, Peng Hong never knew that the things like radish roots he brought back could have such a high price, and he couldn't help but feel itching with hatred when he talked about them.
"Don't mention it, it's really that expensive..."
Qin Feng nodded and said: "Old wild ginseng is very rare in China. Those aged fifty can be sold for several million, and those that are hundreds of years old start at least ten million, and you can't even buy it if you have money..."
"Damn it, don't let me see that profiteer..."
Hearing the price mentioned by Qin Feng, Peng Hong was so angry that he slapped the ground. In the past few years, he had given at least more than ten ginseng sticks to that person. Most of them were over fifty years old. So calculated.
He was lucky enough to go to his grandma's house.
"Brother Hong, there must be a way to sell things."
Seeing Peng Hong's annoyed look, Qin Feng said with a smile: "If you sell old wild ginseng, you may not be able to sell it, so the price is not too outrageous..."
As the saying goes, blocking someone's way of making money is like killing one's parents. Qin Feng unintentionally disrupted the businessman's business, which is a taboo in the world. What he said later was to tell Peng Hong not to pursue it again.
"That's right what you said."
Peng Hong nodded and said: "Lao Huang has helped me a lot over the years, so let's forget about it. But I can't sell this ginseng to him in the future..."
Qin Feng smiled and said, "You can sell me ginseng if you want. As long as it's old ginseng from the previous year, I'll take as much as you can."
"Let me ask, what do you do?" Peng Hong looked at Qin Feng suspiciously and said, "I don't think your ID is fake. Did you go to Russia just for ginseng?"
Peng Hong used to serve as a soldier on the border. He had performed many cross-border missions. He knew that these missions often involved narrow escapes and were not recognized by the country after death, so he was very suspicious of Qin Feng's motives.
"Don't worry about it..." Qin Feng waved his hand and said, "I just ask you, are you willing to take this trip with me?"
"Thirty thousand dollars!"
Peng Hong thought for a while and then said: "I can earn more than ten or two hundred thousand by going to Russia. If you can come up with thirty thousand US dollars or two hundred thousand RMB, I will accept your employment."
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"Thirty thousand US dollars, deal done!"
Qin Feng stood up, walked to his jeep, opened the door, took out a backpack, sat back by the campfire, took out three stacks of US dollars from the backpack, and threw them in front of Peng Hong.
"Okay, feel free!"
Peng Hong put away the three stacks of money, rubbed it with his hands, put the money in his pocket, and said: "I will come to you tomorrow morning. From tomorrow until the task is completed, Lao Peng will give me my life."
It’s yours…”
"Huh? Are you leaving?"
Seeing Peng Hong standing up after collecting the money, Qin Feng was a little surprised. He had just taken 30,000 US dollars from him without even a receipt. If he ran away, where would Qin Feng find someone?
"Well, I have to take care of something. I'll be here early tomorrow morning."
Peng Hong looked at Qin Feng and said: "If you can trust me, let me leave with the money. If you can't trust me, I will keep the money and pretend that I have not taken over this job."
"Huh? You have quite a personality."
Qin Feng laughed when he heard this and said: "Brother Hong, you can do it yourself. I'll wait for you until eight o'clock in the morning tomorrow. If you don't come by then, the $30,000 will be treated as my tuition fee..."
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Qin Feng was born in a foreign family, and he also dabbled in fortune telling. From Peng Hong's face, he could see that he was a man of great promise, so there was no need to worry that he would not come back after leaving.
"readily!"
Peng Hong nodded to Qin Feng without saying anything. He leaned down and picked up the remaining half of the bottle of wine, drank it into his stomach in one breath, threw the bottle away, and returned it to himself.
That old jeep.
"This guy is a bit interesting..."
Listening to the sound of the car driving away, Qin Feng shook his head, which meant that he didn't care about the tens of thousands of dollars. If it were someone else, the employment business would definitely be ruined.
"Although Brother Hong is not Mongolian, he is a man..."
By this time, Ziegler had drank almost two kilograms of white wine. Even though he had a good drinking capacity, he was a little garbled when he spoke. He stuttered and said, "If Brother Hong doesn't give you the money, I, Ziegler, will give it to you."
You...will not let you suffer..."
"Brother Ziegler, what are you talking about?" Qin Feng said: "That is the employment deal reached between Peng Hong and I. If he doesn't come, you can only say that I looked away. What does it have to do with you?
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"Of course it does matter. I introduced Brother Hong!" Ziegler reached out and took out another bottle of wine from the box and said, "A man on the grassland must start and finish his work..."
"Let's not talk about this first." Qin Feng asked strangely: "How many times can Peng Hong go to Russia a year?"
"Twice a year at most? Most of the time it's only once."
After taking a bite of the leg of lamb, Ziegler smiled and said, "I know what you want to ask. Do you think Brother Hong is quite rich and there is no need to do this anymore?"
"I'm a little curious."
Qin Feng nodded and said: "According to what you said, Peng Hong has been doing business on the grassland for more than ten years. Just assume that he can earn 200,000 a year, which is several million. There is no need to pay for a few."
Will you go to Russia with 100,000 yuan to adventure with me?"
Although Qin Feng has a net worth of hundreds of millions, he knows that in the society at that time, the per capita salary was only more than 2,000 yuan, and millionaires were considered very wealthy people.
At this moment, buying a house in the capital only costs a few hundred thousand. With Peng Hong's wealth, there is no need to eat this bloody bowl of rice on the grassland.
"Oh, Brother Hong doesn't spend any of his money on himself."
Hearing Qin Feng's words, Ziegler sighed. Originally, he wouldn't say anything about other people's sexual affairs. But after drinking, he suddenly said everything at once.
It turns out that Peng Hong was in a very special disciplinary department that specialized in combating overseas terrorists, also known as the special forces.
The casualty rate of combat troops is very high. Peng Hong served in this army for a full ten years. The comrades around him are like crops of wheat. Every year, some people die and others are added.
When Peng Hong was twenty-nine years old, he was injured during a mission, and his superiors took good care of him. They planned to let Peng Hong go to the logistics force to be responsible for training new recruits.
But Peng Hong ultimately rejected the leader's kindness and chose to retire after recovering from his injury.
After retiring, Peng Hong compiled a list of dead comrades that he had collected over the past ten years, and traveled tirelessly across the country, visiting the homes of all his comrades.
Peng Hong discovered with sadness that almost all the families of his dead comrades were not doing well. The pensions for those martyrs were of no use at all. Many of the younger brothers and sisters of his comrades in rural areas had dropped out of school because of poverty.
In the end, Peng Hong returned to the grassland and started a business relying on his previous relationships. However, although he could earn more than ten or two hundred thousand a year, Peng Hong did not spend any of this money and sent it all monthly.
To the families of those comrades in arms.
For this reason, Peng Hong is now over forty and not even married. In the past ten years, he has helped countless families of his comrades, but he is alone.
"Brother Qin, he must have gone to the market town to exchange your money for RMB, and then handed it over to someone to mail it back."
Ziegler knew Peng Hong very well. In addition to keeping some money for food, he always sent all the money out once he had it. In the past, the money for goods received in Russia was paid in advance by merchants from the mainland.
"Brother Hong is a man!"
Hearing Ziegler's words, Qin Feng nodded silently. Peng Hong's character is indeed admirable for being able to do such things for ten years.
"Of course he's a man!" Ziegler was already a little drunk at this time. After muttering, he leaned his body to the side and fell asleep.
"This police station on the grassland is really strange!"
Seeing Ziegler fall asleep so relieved, Qin Feng was a little bit dumbfounded, because when he entered the house just now, he had seen that the gun was just placed in the house without any precautions.
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