Assets Worth Over a Hundred Million?

And so, Su Ye boarded a vehicle bound for the city.

After getting off, Su Ye took a taxi to the largest Chinese medicine shop in the city.

This was the largest Chinese medicine shop in the city-the Chinese Herb Hall.

"Young man, what Chinese medicinal herbs are you looking to buy?" an elderly man in a white coat politely asked Su Ye as he entered the Chinese Herb Hall.

"Hello. May I ask if your shop buys ginseng?" Su Ye replied politely.

"I happen to have a ginseng root I'd like to sell, so I came to see if your shop was interested," Su Ye explained.

"Did you bring it with you?" the old man asked.

"Yes." Su Ye handed the old man the wooden box he was carrying.

The old man opened the box, and a cool, earthy scent wafted into his nose.

"What's this? Is this aged wild mountain ginseng?" the old man exclaimed.

"Wild mountain ginseng?" Su Ye asked in confusion.

"That's right. The rootlets of cultivated wild mountain ginseng don't grow this long, and its nutritional value is different too. May I taste a rootlet?" the old man asked.

"Of course." There were hundreds more ginseng plants like this in the space. Even if he gave the man a whole one to eat, it would be nothing.

The old man smiled a little sheepishly, then carefully broke off a small rootlet from the bottom of the ginseng and put it in his mouth. He shut his eyes tightly and slowly savored its taste.

After a while, the old man opened his eyes and asked Su Ye, "Young man, how much are you looking to sell this ginseng root for?"

"Uh, sir, just offer whatever you think it's worth," Su Ye said. He had no idea how much it was worth.

"Three hundred thousand, my final offer. What do you think, young man? At the Chinese Herb Hall, we cheat neither the young nor the old. We would never falsify anything or deceive anyone," the old man said.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Su Ye was stunned. One ginseng root would sell for three hundred thousand, so a hundred would be... thirty million? Besides, there were at least three hundred ginseng plants left in the space. Assets worth over a hundred million? Su Ye sucked in a breath.

"Let's do as you say, sir," Su Ye said, forcing himself to remain calm.

"Good. Give me your bank card number, young friend, and I'll have someone transfer the money to you right away," the old man said.

Su Ye gave him his card number, and before long, the money arrived in his account.

"If you dig up any more wild mountain ginseng in the future, young friend Su, you can come to me again. Here's my card." The old man handed him a gold-embossed card with nothing but a name and a phone number on it.

"All right, sir. I'll call you if I dig up any more wild mountain ginseng," Su Ye said.

"I'll be going now, Elder Mo. No need to see me out," Su Ye said. The old man's name was Mo Juren.

After leaving the Chinese Herb Hall, Su Ye found another Chinese medicine shop and sold a ginseng root for 280,000. He now had nearly 600,000 in assets. Although he had hundreds of ginseng roots in his space, he didn't dare take them out to sell. If someone with ulterior motives noticed him, they would definitely seize him and slice him up for research.

Next, he went to the vegetable market and sold the cabbages to a wholesaler for three yuan per jin. The wholesaler was startled to see such enormous cabbages. There were around fifty cabbages in total, and Su Ye sold fifty of them, weighing over 5,000 jin altogether. He rounded the weight down to 5,000 jin, and another 15,000 yuan went into his pocket.

After that, Su Ye bought a ticket and boarded a vehicle home.

On the way back to Jiuhua Village, Su Ye ran into his childhood friend Zhang Erhu. The two of them had played together since they wore split-crotch pants and had been classmates for all six years of primary school. But Zhang Erhu had dropped out in middle school and gone to the city with the adults in his family to work. Because he was too honest, his boss had docked his wages, so he had beaten the boss badly enough to hospitalize him. Several years' wages had all gone to the boss's medical expenses as compensation.

"Brother Ye, where are you headed?" Zhang Erhu greeted Su Ye warmly when he saw him.

"Oh, I just got back from the city. Where are you going?" Su Ye asked, seeing that Zhang Erhu was wearing rain boots, carrying a small bucket in one hand and a large net in the other.

"I'm going down to the river to catch some fish. It's too hot to stay at home," Zhang Erhu said.

"Want to come along, Brother Ye?"

"Not right now. I'll go another day. I still haven't eaten," Su Ye said.

"All right, then. I'll come by your place and ask you another day."

"Sure. I'll head home first."

"All right, Brother Ye."

Back home, Su Ye took the cabbages out of the space and put them in the kitchen, saying they were a new variety his friend had developed. After dinner, he sat down beside his father and spoke.

"Dad, I went to my friend's place this time and had a look. Those new fruits and vegetables of his are all new varieties of excellent quality. He also personally lent me 500,000 yuan. I want to lease that wasteland."

When Father Su heard that Su Ye's friend was so capable, he fell into thought.

"All right. Since you've made up your mind, I'll go to the village chief's house tomorrow and talk to him for you," Father Su said.

Early the next morning, Father Su took two bottles of liquor and headed for the village chief's house.

When Su Ye got up, he saw Mother Su cleaning a basin of fish in the courtyard and asked, "Mom, where did you get all those fish?"

"Erhu brought them over early this morning," Mother Su replied.

"Zhang Erhu? That was thoughtful of him," Su Ye murmured.

Before long, Father Su returned.

"I've settled the matter of the wasteland for you. It's 80,000 yuan a year, and the lease has to be for at least three years. Lease it for three years first and see how it goes," Father Su said to Su Ye.

"Okay. In a little while, I'll go to town with the village chief and transfer the money to the village's account," Su Ye replied.

"Do as you see fit. Just say the word if you need our help," Father Su said.

After breakfast, Su Ye went to the village chief's house.

"Uncle Luo, I came to talk to you about leasing the wasteland," Su Ye said.

"Didn't I already settle that with your father? Eighty thousand a year, for no less than three years," said Luo Wen, the village chief.

"No, I wanted to ask you about leasing it for a few more years. You don't need to worry about the money, and I want the first right to lease it again when my contract ends," Su Ye said.

"How many years do you want to lease it for?" Village Chief Luo Wen asked.

"I'll lease it for five years first, and renew it after that," Su Ye said.

"All right. I'll draw up a contract in a little while. Once we've signed it, you just need to transfer the money to the village's account," Luo Wen said.

Before long, the contract was ready. Su Ye signed it and hurried to town.

After transferring the money to the village, Su Ye had only around 200,000 yuan left. He found a seed shop and bought some seeds: Chinese cabbage, leafy greens, pumpkins, watermelons, and more.

He also went to a farm tool shop and bought some tools and a few machines.

After buying all that, Su Ye had less than 100,000 yuan left in his pocket.

"Money really does flow away like water," Su Ye murmured.