Chapter 2240
Prevention First
"...Dad, that's the situation."
If you don't believe me, I'll take you there by bike tomorrow.
Orchids are currently being hyped up quite a bit.
Let alone going outside the Great Wall, even in Beijing, a piece in slightly better condition can sell for several hundred yuan.
The key is that those selling orchids in the market simply don't understand them.
I saw it today near Deshengmen. A woman took five potted plants of very good quality and sold them for only twenty yuan each.
"I estimate that even if you ask for forty yuan for those flowers, someone would still buy them." At the Yan family home, Yan Jiekuang also spoke eloquently, explaining to Yan Bugui everything he had been busy with these past few days.
He had no other choice.
His original plan was to keep everything to himself and he had no intention of cooperating with Yan Bugui again.
But there was nothing he could do; with his social connections, he simply couldn't make this business work.
So he could only be honest with his parents, hoping they could help him seize this opportunity to make a fortune.
Yan Bugui scanned the third brother's face, and his expression became serious.
He knew that the third brother wasn't lying, and that was enough.
If the market is really as the third brother described.
With his past social connections, he could make a fortune from this.
He already had the sourcing and sales channels.
I don't know if those old friends are still doing this kind of business.
However, the people he met were all veterans in the industry and must have had resources in that area.
Isn't this his chance?
Since suffering a minor stroke, Yan Bugui has been caught in a state of self-doubt.
He felt useless and that he had been wrong about everything in the past.
He even had a feeling that, in his current state, he was just waiting to die.
But now, after hearing Yan Jiekuang's words, it seems that this business was tailor-made for him.
It's as if God took pity on him and sent him a windfall.
He didn't care whether it was a scam or not.
His plan was to finalize the deal and then quickly make a quick buck.
While most people didn't know much about this, he bought up some of the better-quality specimens and then resold them at high prices...
"Third brother, take me to see it tomorrow."
"I might even know the flower collectors at Deshengmen," Yan Bugui said proudly.
At that moment, he felt that his energy had been completely restored.
That evening, he ate an extra half bowl of food.
The next day, the Yan family father and son actually went there.
As Yan Bugui had predicted, the person who set up a flower stall there to collect flowers was the son of an old friend of his.
The vendors treated Yan Bugui with the same respect they would show a senior figure in the martial arts world.
He then took out several pots of high-quality flowers and explained to Yan Bugui in detail the purchase price offered by experts in his area.
"...Seventy, Uncle Yan, if you can get one of this quality, I'll give you seventy."
To be honest, even if we send it to the area outside the Great Wall, we can only sell it for around eighty yuan.
"It's such a long road, even my nephew has to get a little something out of it..." The vendor earnestly tried to recruit Yan Bugui.
Yan Bugui remained noncommittal, but Yan Jiekuang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his breathing became much heavier.
He recognized the potted plant; it was one of the five potted plants the woman had brought over yesterday.
He clearly remembered that the boss had bought the pots for twenty-one yuan yesterday.
This pot wasn't any better than the other four, meaning that even if the vendor wasn't lying, he still made a huge profit of 300 yuan on a 100 yuan investment.
"Alright, my dear nephew, you're busy."
I just can't stay idle at home, so I had my son carry me out for a walk. If I happen to run into you again, I'll have my third son bring it to you.
When the time comes, you two brothers should get along well.
"Please take good care of him." Yan Bugui cupped his hands in an old-fashioned manner, not showing much impatience.
The problem is, there's no use in being anxious; he doesn't have a single potted plant right now.
On the way back, Yan Bugui, sitting in the back seat, asked, "Third brother, what were you so excited about just now?"
Yan Jiekuang was silent for a while before speaking: "I recognize that potted plant, and I saw the bat pattern on the flower bed just yesterday."
That's the woman I told you about, the one who sold five potted flowers for a hundred.
That was one of the pots.
After Yan Jiekuang finished speaking, he did not receive a reply from Yan Bugui. He felt a little guilty, as he had really lost his composure just now.
Unlike his father, who remained calm and composed even when he heard about such huge profits, showing no excitement whatsoever.
He didn't turn around; if he had, he would have seen Yan Bugui's flushed cheeks.
Yan Bugui's face was an unnatural red, and his hands were gripping the back seat tightly like eagle claws.
His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.
"Phew..." Yan Bugui let out a long sigh of relief, finally calming himself down.
He thought he had a very clear understanding of how profitable this business was.
Unexpectedly, he underestimated him.
"That kid, if he transports the flowers to the border region, he can sell them for at least a hundred yuan a pot."
The seventy he mentioned to me was for bargaining.
If we receive flowers of that quality, he would give me at least eighty-one pots.
"Jie Kuang, do you know that flower-selling woman?" Yan Bugui asked eagerly.
Unfortunately, the only answer he received was Yan Jiekuang's head shaking in denial.
"They've covered their faces completely, how am I supposed to recognize them?" Yan Jiekuang replied helplessly.
"You, you..."
The money has been delivered to your door, and you still don't open it.
If it were me, I would definitely go out on the spot to find out about the woman's situation.
What if she still has some at home?
If you add five or ten yuan to a pot, will they still pay?
They can be resold for eighty.
Think about it, how much money have you missed out on?
"Alas..." Yan Bugui was angry at his son's lack of ambition, but he was powerless to do anything about it.
Once it's missed, it's missed.
He was also at a loss.
"Then, Dad, what do we do next?" Yan Jiekuang was speechless for a long time after being scolded. When they were almost at the door, he finally asked Yan Bugui.
"This can't be rushed, let's visit again."
Visit the sources of goods and the distribution channels.
That kid is at most a middleman.
Don't be fooled by his boastful claims; he probably doesn't even know which direction the area outside the Great Wall is.
"We're investing real money, we can't rush this..." Yan Bugui suddenly stopped rushing.
That's normal; in business, money doesn't come to those who are impatient.
Even though Yan Bugui is extremely anxious right now, he still teaches his son to prioritize stability.
In the School of CNC Machining, He Yuzhu specifically issued an internal rule prohibiting the discussion of orchids within the school.
He went to the library and found a few books on economics, such as "Extraordinary Popular Fantasies and Mass Madness," a book by a foreign author that specifically interprets tulip mania.
Finding these books wasn't easy; He Yuzhu had to ask someone for help.
Then they made hundreds of copies and had Old Man Ran teach a course specifically to talk about these things. (End of Chapter)