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Chapter 135 Selling Musk, The Mysterious Man (Seventh Day of 10,000 Words! Seeking Support)

Looking at Zhao Jianjun's earnest words, Zhou Shiwei was also somewhat speechless for a moment.

It was Zhou Yong'an who came to his rescue at this time, saying, "Little Zhao, let's accept her this time. We'll be family from now on, no need for formalities. After all, I really like Qingya."

"Haha, thank you for thinking of me, Grandpa. Little Qingya, quickly thank Grandpa."

"Thank you, Grandpa. Thank you, Uncle Zhou."

Zhao Qingya thanked him repeatedly in a sweet voice, and Zhou Yong'an was even more delighted to see this.

This way of addressing Zhou Shiwei is also acceptable, just like addressing an aunt; both are common ways of addressing someone.

The group didn't just stand there dumbfounded; they went inside.

Because there were a few more people, we used two tables this time, one for adults and one for children.

The dishes were plentiful, including two meat dishes: stewed chicken and freshly stir-fried pork.

At the dinner table, Zhao Jianjun also talked about what happened today. During this period, he did not believe the rumors like others in the village, nor did he deliberately show loyalty. Instead, he acted exactly the same as before. No matter what the outside world said, he continued to get along with the Zhou family as always.

"Grandpa, I've heard about Yang Mu's matter, and that Wang Er too. You've really suffered these past few days, especially Xiao Ruizi, who has been wronged all along."

"Fortunately, the truth is out now, Ruizi. I won't say more, but your uncle will always believe in you!"

As the saying goes, true friendship is revealed in times of adversity, and the Zhao family truly deserves to be the family with the deepest friendship with the Zhou family.

As soon as Zhao Jianjun finished speaking, Aunt Li bluntly said, "I knew it! How could that little brat Yang Bao's constant babbling be true? Our little Ruizi is so kind..."

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As they were talking, Zhao Qingya nudged her with her leg. Just as she was about to ask what was wrong, she saw Zhao Qingya looking at Yang Laidi.

Li Lan immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing and hurriedly tried to make amends, but unexpectedly, Yang Laidi just lowered her head and said "It's okay" with some other emotions.

This made Li Lan instantly realize that Zhou's second son's wife was different, quite different.

She nodded to herself, feeling even more approval of the Zhou family; she appreciated their family atmosphere.

Although she wasn't as eager as Zhao Jianjun to matchmake Zhou Rui with her daughter, she understood her daughter's feelings.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the Zhou family was so good, she naturally felt much more at ease.

"I want a chicken leg! Waaaaah, Rui-ge, Ming-ge stole my chicken leg!"

Zhou Yun complained to Zhou Rui at another table, where Zhou Ming was showing off a chicken foot.

"Hehe, Brother Yun, you're still too young to eat chicken feet. Let your older brother eat them for you."

Zhou Rui then looked at Zhou Ming, only to see that the latter was not actually trying to snatch the food, but was instead thoughtfully deboning the chicken feet.

Zhou Ming didn't tease his younger brother any further, and directly put the deboned chicken feet into Zhou Yun's small bowl.

Because the cooking time was just right, the chicken feet were also very soft and tender.

Zhou Yun finally smiled.

Zhou Guo'er ate as usual, chewing slowly and carefully, taking a bite of rice and a bite of vegetables, and neatly moving the rice grains in her bowl to one side, eating a little and then removing them.

This is Zhou Guo'er's habit; she has a slight obsession with cleanliness and is also a bit of a perfectionist, liking to be meticulous and tidy.

After a satisfying meal, Zhou Rui suddenly remembered something: he wondered if there was any news about the incense he had asked Uncle Zhao to sell.

Zhao Jianjun happened to be there, so Zhou Rui seized the opportunity to ask, "Uncle Zhao, is there any news about that musk?"

It's not surprising that Zhou Rui is concerned about this. He doesn't have much money left, and he'll need to find a way to get fertilizer before taking over the tea plantation.

The fertilizer from the supply and marketing cooperative was rationed. You would only receive a fertilizer allocation the following year after you handed over your grain quota. Chemical fertilizers were scarce, so this was the only way.

When the time comes, we'll have to find ways to get fertilizer for our own tea plantation from other places, and no matter what we do, it will cost money.

That's why Zhou Rui thought of asking Zhao Jianjun.

Zhao Jianjun was not surprised that Zhou Rui would ask about this. He seemed to have already prepared his answer and said directly, "The buyer for the incense is being contacted. Because the item is too precious, it is not easy to sell. But don't worry, the item is still at home and is well preserved. It is gradually taking shape, so there is no need to worry about it spoiling."

Zhao Jianjun frankly said that incense is unlike anything else; it's a truly good product, and you usually need to find the most suitable seller, which requires a bit of luck.

Zhou Rui nodded. They were talking discreetly to the side, with only Zhou Shiwei glancing over twice.

After all, this is no small matter and requires great care.

"I understand, Uncle Zhao. Thank you for your concern. It's a bit difficult for us to handle this on our own."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jianjun considered his next words carefully. After a while, he said somewhat uncertainly, "There is a buyer, but he is very mysterious. I am in contact with him. The main reason is that I am afraid that he might change his mind, so I have not agreed yet. Moreover, he is not simple and there is something fishy going on."

Zhou Rui immediately became interested. "Is there anything special about this person?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to tell you."

"Well... how should I put it? He's too mysterious. I only know one thing: he came from the provincial capital. No, maybe even that's a lie."

"In short, my friend's friend's friend said that he calls himself Mr. Good, but no one has ever seen him. They only communicate through a letter at fixed times. In addition, he offers very high prices, really high prices."

"I always felt it wasn't that simple, so I haven't gone to meet him yet. Other people have offered me quotes, but their prices are much lower than this person's."

"So this is something you still need to consider."

Zhao Jianjun put it bluntly and in a way that was easy to understand: he wasn't unable to sell, but rather that the market wasn't suitable; either the price didn't meet his expectations, or there was a risk involved.

Hearing Zhao Jianjun say this, Zhou Rui couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

A Good Man? Is this role-playing? And he's even hiding his identity...

It seems the other party doesn't want to be exposed either, just like the person who sold us the gun. Moreover, this "good guy" is nowhere to be found, and we don't even know where he's from.

Its origins are shrouded in mystery, its background is fabricated, and even its name is fake.

Do you want to cooperate with them?

A big question mark appeared in Zhou Rui's mind. "Uncle Zhao, you can find an opportunity to make contact first, but we must not meet with the other party. Just keep in touch through an intermediary. We will hide the things well, and then I will ask my dad to go with us. If the other party is really willing to buy, then ask him to show his sincerity."

After Zhou Rui finished speaking, he had some more guesses in his mind. He didn't keep them to himself, but instead told them out in detail: "Uncle Zhao, I have a question. Are those prices all very low, even less than 80% of what this gentleman quoted?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Uncle Zhao, this guy has connections. These low prices that have been leaked are very likely his doing..."

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