Li Long and Gu Boyuan had both breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that with the fritillaria season more than halfway over, the amount they bought each day had more or less stabilized.
Unexpectedly, the number of people coming to sell fritillaria suddenly rose again. At its busiest, traffic even exceeded those two days, and at the peak, they bought nearly five hundred kilograms of dried fritillaria in a single day!
Li Long and Gu Boyuan were both a little stunned. What was going on?
Money flowed out like water, while thoroughly cleaned fritillaria came in, was bagged up, and was hauled back to the Big Courtyard.
Only when Li Long ran into the tractor driver whose business he had first intercepted at the Happiness Purchasing Station did he learn the whole story.
"What did you say? The Happiness Purchasing Station was shut down?" Li Long looked astonished. "Why?"
"They say it was tax evasion, missing paperwork, things like that. Anyway, I heard they were under investigation for days. The boss never showed his face. By the time he finally did and tried pulling strings, it was too late."
There was unmistakable gloating in the tractor driver's voice. He had sold half his fritillaria to the Happiness Purchasing Station that season. Honestly, he had not thought much of it before, but after comparing it with Li Long's place, he discovered just how much money he had missed out on!
In just half a fritillaria season, he had earned nearly twenty thousand yuan less!
It was not his business alone; everyone had pooled their money. But he had put up the largest share and earned more, too. By his calculations, his share should have been nearly ten thousand more.
Ten thousand! He had lost a whole ten-thousand-yuan household's worth of earnings