"Two million is not expensive."

Peng Hong thought that Qin Feng thought that the price was high, shook his head and said: "I want to go to the ginseng production area of the Siberian Far East to harvest, if not, I may have to go into the mountains to pick it myself, the price of two million is the lowest......"

It is forbidden to pick ginseng privately in Russia, but it is difficult to say how many people abide by this ban, at least every year, many ginseng pickers from the mainland smuggle to Siberia to secretly pick ginseng.

Peng Hong's main business is to sell Russian jade, but if he has the opportunity, he will also bring a few good ginseng to China, but he can't sell it at a very high price, a fifty-year-old wild ginseng, that is, sold for more than 100,000 yuan.

"I'll call you Brother Hong too."

After hearing Peng Hong's explanation, Qin Feng smiled bitterly and picked up the wine bowl, and after taking a big sip of wine, he said: "Brother Hong, two hundred years of old ginseng, you are not selling it expensive, but selling it cheaply......

"Huh? Sold cheaply? ”

Peng Hong looked at Qin Feng with some surprise and said, "There are very few ginseng for two hundred years, and I haven't sold it, but last year, I collected a wild ginseng of about one hundred and twenty years old over there and sold it for 680,000 yuan, I don't know if the price is high or low?" ”

"Six hundred and eighty thousand in one hundred and twenty?"

Qin Feng looked at Peng Hong a little speechlessly, and said, "Multiply this number by two, and then add a zero to the end, and it's almost the same." ”

"Multiply by two and add a zero......"

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Peng Hong's eyes almost protruded, "This...... Isn't that more than 10 million? This...... Is this thing that expensive? ”

Peng Hong's ginseng business was purely accidental, and a domestic fur merchant knew that he often went to Russia, so he offered to let Peng Hong bring some ginseng, and the price was also set by the businessman.

However, Peng Hong's ginseng purchase in Russia's ginseng production area is not very high. As soon as you change hands, you can basically make double the difference, and Peng Hong is also very satisfied with this.

So Peng Hong never knew that the things he brought back like Luo Bu Root could have such a high price, and he couldn't help but hate the root of his teeth.

"Don't say it, it's really that expensive......"

Qin Feng nodded. said: "The old ginseng in China is very rare, it can be sold for millions of dollars for 50 years, and at least 10 million for hundreds of years, and it can't be bought with money......"

"Damn, don't let me see that profiteer......"

Hearing the price Qin Feng said, Peng Hong slapped the ground angrily, he had given him at least more than ten ginseng sticks from his hand over the years, and most of the years were more than fifty years old, so he was at a loss to his grandmother's house.

"Brother Hong. There is also a way to sell things. ”

Seeing Peng Hong's annoyed look, Qin Feng smiled and said, "If you take the old ginseng of the year and sell it, you may not be able to sell it, so this price is not very outrageous......

As the saying goes, blocking people's wealth is like killing their parents, Qin Feng inadvertently disrupted the businessman's business, this is a taboo in the rivers and lakes, and the words that came out later also meant that Peng Hong should not be pursued again.

"That's exactly what you said."

Peng Hong nodded. said: "Lao Huang has also helped me a lot over the years, forget about it." But in the future, this ginseng cannot be sold to him......"

Qin Feng smiled when he heard this: "Even if you have ginseng and sell it to me, as long as it is the old ginseng of the previous year, I will have as much as I want." ”

"I mean, what the hell do you do?" Peng Hong looked at Qin Feng suspiciously, and said, "I see that your documents are not fake, is it just for ginseng to go to Russia?" ”

Peng Hong used to be a soldier at the border. He has carried out many cross-border missions, and he knows that these missions are often life-threatening, and they are not recognized by the state after death, so he is very suspicious of Qin Feng's motives.

"You don't care if it's not...... Qin Feng waved his hand and said, "I'll only ask you." Would you like to come with me on this trip? ”

"Thirty thousand dollars!"

Peng Hong thought for a while, and then said: "If I go to Russia, I can almost earn more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan, if you can come up with 30,000 US dollars or 200,000 yuan, I will accept your employment......

"$30,000, deal!"

Qin Feng stood up, walked to his jeep, opened the door, took out a backpack and sat back by the campfire, took out three stacks of dollars from the backpack, and threw them in front of Peng Hong.

"Okay, refreshed!"

Peng Hong put away the three stacks of money, rubbed it with his hand, put the money in his pocket, and said: "Ming'er I came to you early in the morning, from Ming'er to the completion of the task, Lao Peng, my life is yours......"

"Huh? Are you leaving? ”

Seeing Peng Hong put away the money and stood up, Qin Feng was a little surprised, he had just taken 30,000 US dollars from himself, and he didn't even have a note, if he ran away, where would Qin Feng go to find someone?

"Well, I have something to deal with, I'll come over early tomorrow morning."

Peng Hong looked at Qin Feng and said, "If you can trust me, let me leave with this money, if you can't trust me, I will keep the money, and I won't take over this job." ”

"Huh? It's quite a character. ”

Qin Feng laughed when he heard this, and said: "Brother Hong, you are at your own convenience, Ming'er, I will wait for you until eight o'clock in the morning, if you don't come by then, the 30,000 US dollars will be regarded as the tuition fee I paid after I saw it......"

Qin Feng was born in the Eight Outer Sects, and he was also involved in divination and appearance, and he could see from Peng Hong's face that this was a person who made a promise, and he didn't have to worry that he would not come back after leaving.

"Refreshing!"

Peng Hong nodded at Qin Feng, didn't say anything, leaned down and picked up the remaining half bottle of wine, dried it into his stomach in one go, threw the wine bottle casually, and returned to his broken jeep.

"This guy is kind of interesting......"

Listening to the sound of the car driving away, Qin Feng shook his head, that is, he didn't care about the tens of thousands of dollars, if he changed people, the hired business would be blown away.

"Although Brother Hong is not our Mongolian, he is a man......"

This will Ziegler is already almost two catties of liquor, Rao is he has a good amount of wine, and his words are a little knotted, and he stumbled and said: "If Brother Hong doesn't give you the money, I will give it to you." ...... you won't lose."

"Brother Ziegler, what are you talking about?" Qin Feng said: "That was the employment deal I reached with Peng Hong, if he didn't come, he could only say that I looked away, what does it have to do with you?" ”

"Of course it matters, Brother Hong was introduced by me!" Ziegler reached out and took out another bottle of wine from the box, and said, "The men of the steppe do things. It's a ...... that has a beginning and an end."

"Let's not talk about that yet." Qin Feng asked a little strangely, "Peng Hong, how many times a year can he go to Russia?" ”

"Twice a year at most, right? A lot of times it's just once. ”

After taking a bite of the leg of mutton, Ziegler smiled: "I know what you want to ask, do you think that 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 think he can earn 200,000 a year, which is also a few million, there is no need to go to Russia with me to risk for hundreds of thousands, right?" ”

Although Qin Feng has a net worth of hundreds of millions. But he knew that in the society of that year, the per capita salary was only more than 2,000 yuan, and millionaires were considered very rich people.

At the moment, buying a house in the capital is only a few hundred thousand, and with Peng Hong's net worth, there is no need to eat this bowl of blood-licking rice on the grassland.

"Alas, Brother Hong's money is not spent on himself."

Hearing Qin Feng's words. Ziegler sighed, he wouldn't have said this kind of private thing to others. But after drinking the wine, all of a sudden the bamboo tube poured beans and said it all at once.

It turned out that Peng Hong was in a very special disciplinary department, specializing in cracking down on foreign terrorists, which is commonly known as special forces.

The casualty rate of the combat unit was very high, and Peng Hong served in this unit for ten years. The comrades-in-arms around him are like stubble of wheat, and every year someone dies and someone refills it.

When Peng Hong was twenty-nine years old, he was wounded in a mission, and his superiors took good care of him. Prepare to let Peng Hong go to the logistics unit, specifically responsible for training recruits.

But Peng Hong finally rejected the leader's kindness, and chose to retire after recovering from his injury.

After retiring, Peng Hong counted the list of dead comrades-in-arms he had collected in the past ten years, and worked tirelessly all over the country to visit the homes of all his comrades-in-arms.

Peng Hong sadly found that almost all the families of the dead comrades-in-arms were not doing well, the pensions of those martyrs did not play a role at all, and many younger brothers and sisters of rural comrades-in-arms 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, but although he could earn more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan a year, Peng Hong didn't spend any of the money, and all of it was sent to the families of those comrades-in-arms on a monthly basis.

For this reason, Peng Hong is now over forty years old, and he is not even married, and in the past ten years, he doesn't know how many comrades-in-arms he has helped, but he is alone.

"Brother Qin, your money, he must have gone to the market town to exchange it for RMB, and then handed it over to someone to mail it back."

Ziegler knew Peng Hong very well, except for some money for food, once he had money, he would send it all out, and the money received in Russia in the past was also paid in advance by merchants in the mainland.

"Brother Hong is a man!"

Hearing Ziegler's words, Qin Feng nodded silently, being able to do such a thing for ten years, Peng Hong's conduct is indeed admirable.

"Of course it's a man!" Ziegler had already drunk a little too much at this time, and after muttering, he leaned to the side, but he fell asleep.

"The police station on this grassland is peculiar!"

Seeing Ziegler fall asleep so relieved, Qin Feng couldn't laugh or cry, because when he entered the house just now, he had seen that the gun was placed in the house, without any precautions-

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