Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

Liu Xia Lian shook her head. "Who knows? This kid has a murder case on his hands and is a tough guy. But in the provincial capital, where there are many talented people, he can't be ranked. I guess this kid is just testing the waters, and there will be a lot of tough battles later."

"Or I'll bring some people to clean it up."

"No, no, this kind of person with a good background is easy to deal with. I've made arrangements. There will be no such person in the martial arts world tomorrow. Let's eat. Don't disturb our good mood. Let's raise a toast together. Let's celebrate such a big harvest. But let's stop here and don't say anything. Ask for a good price in the next two days. Whether it sells or not, I will share the money with everyone."

Zhao Yong was very angry: "Who do you think we are? We value your loyalty, fairness and integrity."

"Stop it, stop flattering me. The money should be divided as it should be. You should get paid for your efforts."

Zhao Yong scratched his head: "You're always talking about money, so polite. You have many channels, why don't you get me a car to drive."

"Okay, I'll remember this. I'll stay for a while. Come on, drink it up. It's all up to you, but don't drink too much."

Just as Liu Xia Lian was stewing the food in the iron pot and drinking the wine, Brother Huzi brought the injured younger brother to the emergency room of the district hospital.

An old doctor in his fifties felt the bone for a long time and sighed, "The bone is broken very neatly, and there is not much debris. This will save money. I will connect it for you and put on a plaster. You will stay in the hospital for seven days, and the rest is recuperation."

Although Hu Zi is a big brother, he doesn't have much money in his pocket, mainly because he is reluctant to spend money. He said, "How about this, don't stay in the hospital, put on a plaster cast and we will go home to take care of it. It will be harvest time soon and we are busy with farm work at home."

The doctor nodded: "Okay, let's do this. But this wound feels very strange, it doesn't look like it was hit by a steel bar, it looks more like it was broken."

Brother Huzi grinned and said, "Who has the strength to break an arm? It was the steel bar that broke it."

After the doctor cleaned up and put on a big plaster cast, the injured man said, "Brother, I really can't stand the pain. I have some money on me. How about I give him an IV to relieve the pain?"

"Okay, then you can get the IV. We'll go back first."

Brother Huzi led his men out of the hospital and drove the shabby third-hand jeep to find a place to relax.

Suddenly two jeeps came straight over and didn't stop. Brother Beard was about to curse when he saw eight plainclothes officers coming down, each holding a big black star in their hands.

"Brother Beard, right?"

"Yes, who are you?"

"You'll know when we get there, take it away."

Brother Hu Zi and his three men were killed, except for the injured younger brother who escaped because he was in the hospital.

The next day, news came out that the gang led by Brother Hu Zi had been eradicated, and nearby victimized merchants set off firecrackers to celebrate.

The news spread in the circle that Brother Beard had been active for five or six years and was a big shot in this area. As a result, he smashed a restaurant at eight o'clock in the evening and went into jail at nine o'clock in the evening.

There are no secrets in the circle, and the news spread quickly. Some big brothers who were originally jealous of the iron pot stew business all gave up and made other plans.

The Daxinganling deal was a huge gain. Damei went back to the clothing store, and Li Shaoling went back to haul coal, as he couldn't lose the normal business. Zhao Hua, Zhao Yong, Daya, and Erya all went home.

Liu Xia Lian returned to the kimchi factory and called Wang Yong.

"Hello, is this Wang Yong?"

"it's me."

"Did the Green Python successfully transform into a dragon?"

"Yes, we were digging ginseng in the mountains when it rained heavily and soaked us like drowned rats."

"From your tone, do you think you got a great deal?"

"You are really accurate in picking. The ginseng is three or four hundred years old and weighs one and a half kilograms. I want to ask if you want it."

Wang Yong was shocked. "Oh my god! Although 300-400-year-old ginseng cannot compare to 1,000-year-old ginseng, its price is quite terrifying. I don't think my family can afford so much money. You can ask Uncle Qi to see if the bureau needs it."

"Okay, I'll call Uncle Seven and ask him what do you think the price of ginseng of this vintage is?"

"I estimate it will cost at least 500,000 or 600,000 yuan. It depends on the quality. After all, this kind of thing is not cheap. Few people sell it, and few people buy it. We need to find the right buyer."

"Okay, I'll ask Uncle Seventy."

Wang Yong hung up the phone and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "This is really a good life. I can't help but admit it. Our fat man almost lost half his life in the past, but they easily got a 300-400-year-old ginseng. It's really amazing."

The fat man asked, "Who is it? Who got the 300-400-year-old ginseng? It's mine. If we hadn't lured the giant python away, how could they have found it? I'm going to find them. I want half of the ginseng."

"Liu Xialian got it. Go get it. Give me some when you get it."

The fat man sighed helplessly: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Liu Xia Lian answered Uncle Seven's encrypted call. He should have some satellite communication equipment, so he could get through from anywhere.

"Xia Lian, what's the matter?" Uncle Seven's calm voice came from the microphone, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Uncle Qi, I went to Daxing'anling a few days ago and saw that giant python transformed into a dragon. By the way, I also brought back a 300-400-year-old ginseng. Do you want it?"

"Although ginseng aged three or four hundred years is considered the best among all the ginsengs, it is not very useful for the practitioners in the bureau. If I want to buy it, I can offer you at most two hundred thousand. After all, the budget is limited, and it is something you can buy or not. So you can sell it yourself, and be more careful. After all, things worth hundreds of thousands are easy to be snatched away, don't lose your life."

"What you said is quite scary. Is it so serious?"

"It's generally okay, but it's always better to be low-key. Things worth hundreds of thousands are enough to drive many people crazy." Uncle Qi said and hung up the phone.

Although Liu Xialian wanted to keep this ginseng and sell it for tens of thousands of yuan in a few decades, she needed money more now. She was earning a lot and spending a lot. The clothing store, restaurant, and kimchi factory were expanding rapidly, and there was basically no profit. The hundreds of thousands of yuan in the card were all earned from jade, corn, and blueberries.

Thinking of this, Liu Xia Lian carried the wooden box of ginseng and came to Uncle Chen's market not far away.

I haven't been here for a while, but his business is still the same. Basically, I don't see many people a day because he doesn't accept ordinary goods. Don't come here for more than 20 years.

Uncle Chen was the only one in the store today. After Liu Xia Lian entered the room, she locked the door.

Uncle Chen was startled: "Xia Lian, what are you doing?"

"Look how scared you are. How can I have any feelings for you, an old man like you? I'm here to show you some ginseng."

"No, no, I'm just curious as to why you closed the door."

"This stuff is three or four hundred years old. Do you think I should close the shop?"