Chen Hongjun was both happy and a little worried.
Since the fritillaria season began, he had bought over three hundred kilograms of dried goods.
Like Li Long, he washed the fritillaria he bought together with his workers, then dried it again to ensure it met premium quality standards.
Almost all the money he had earned buying hides earlier had now gone into it, leaving him with little working capital.
These three hundred-odd jin of dried fritillaria had cost over twenty thousand yuan to buy, but at last year's selling price, they could fetch nearly forty thousand.
In other words, if he sold everything in his warehouse now, he would make over ten thousand yuan in profit.
In less than two months, he had already earned enough to qualify as a ten-thousand-yuan household. At present, very few people could match that rate of earning.
But if Jia Tianlong did not come soon, he really would not have much working capital left to keep buying fritillaria.
Yet the fritillaria season was not even halfway over. There was still a long stretch ahead, so Chen Hongjun felt quite torn.
Even when things had been so difficult before, he had never thought of asking Li Long for a short-term loan. Now that business was booming, he was almost unable to keep going.
Fortunately, on April 30, Jia Tianlong arrived with two assistants, carrying a large Black Briefcase.
"Hey, Old Chen, you've got a good operation going here." Travel-worn but glowing, Jia Tianlong saw Chen Hongjun sitting behind the counter himself, assessing a seller's fritillaria, and said with a smile, "You should have struck out on your own ages ago. Look how much money there is in this!"
Chen Hongjun smiled without answering. Having gone into business early, Jia Tianlong and the others could naturally