Reborn in the 1980s, starting with fishing and hunting to build a fortune

Chapter 119 Huge Supplies Arrive

"Hey, Uncle, what are you doing here today?" Li Xiangyang immediately tightened the reins.

Li Xiangyang remembered that the purchasing agent had told him that he worked in a small fur factory in Wuzhen, but the Wuzhen No. 1 Fur Factory behind him was quite large.

Thinking that Wuzhen's No. 1 Fur Factory must have business dealings with their fur factory, which was probably why he came, they asked, "Are you here on business...?"

"No, I came here to work," the middle-aged man said slowly. "I just arrived and saw you storm off."

"You work here..." Li Xiangyang pointed to the Wuzhen First Fur Factory building and joked, "This is the small fur factory you were talking about?"

"Haha, it is indeed small. Compared to the whole of eastern Inner Mongolia, it's not that big." The middle-aged man spoke with great humor.

He then invited them, "Since you're here, please come in and have a seat."

Li Xiangdong and Li Xiangyang exchanged a glance, wanting to see what Li Xiangyang would say.

"Let's go in, brother, it won't take much time to sit down."

Subsequently, the middle-aged man led the two brothers, Li Xiangyang and Li Xiangdong, back into the Wuzhen First Fur Factory.

As soon as they stepped through the factory gate, the gatekeeper, seeing Li Xiangyang and his group enter, suddenly stood up straight and greeted, "Good morning, Factory Director Xu."

Factory Director Xu?

Li Xiangdong turned his head and looked around. There was no one else behind him. Just the three of them. Who was Director Xu?

Li Xiangyang smiled but didn't say anything, thinking to himself, "This Factory Director Xu is quite good at hiding his true intentions."

Previously, it was a small factory that handled the procurement.

Upon entering the factory again, they were led by Factory Director Xu to an office twice the size of the one previously occupied by Purchasing Officer Wu.

The sign at the entrance clearly reads "Factory Director's Office".

Li Xiangdong suddenly realized that the middle-aged man in front of him was the factory director Xu that the gatekeeper had mentioned.

But he's different from most leaders; he doesn't have the airs of a factory manager at all, and is even very easygoing, much better than that damn Wu purchasing agent.

Li Xiangdong had a rather favorable impression of this Factory Director Xu.

The three had barely sat down when someone knocked on the door and came in to serve them tea.

"How is it?" Factory Manager Xu took a few sips of tea and asked in a deep voice, "Do you have any furs or hides to sell today?"

Why did you storm off again? Was the price not right? Or...?

Upon hearing this, Li Xiangdong became furious, put down his teacup, and said loudly, "Don't even mention it, Director Xu, it's that Wu purchasing agent you just mentioned, he..."

"Ahem." Li Xiangyang suddenly coughed twice, then handed the teacup to Li Xiangdong: "Brother, have some more hot tea."

"Haha, have some tea, have some tea."

Li Xiangdong paused for a moment, then understood, smiled, and buried his head in his tea.

Li Xiangyang gave him a satisfied wink.

He didn't want Li Xiangdong to say too much at this moment.

Regardless of what Wu Caigou does or whether he takes kickbacks, it's an internal matter for their fur factory. They are just small herders who occasionally come to sell some furs.

It's none of my business, and I'm too lazy to care.

Moreover, Director Xu is clearly a shrewd person; how could he not know about the underhanded tactics that Purchasing Wu was engaging in behind the scenes?

Since he's still holding him, he must have his own reason, and it's very likely that it's his brother-in-law.

Then they have even less reason to get involved.

"Haha, have some tea, have some tea." Director Xu laughed along with him.

He praised, "This young man is good; he knows how to do things."

After taking a few more sips of tea, Li Xiangyang slowly said, "Since Director Xu has invited us for tea, we won't hold back."

He put down the teacup, opened the burlap sack, and took out the sable fur inside.

"Purple, sable fur?"

As the director of Wuzhen's No. 1 fur factory, Director Xu was not surprised to see the sable fur, but he was still somewhat taken aback. He sighed and said, "Xiangyang, these sables are not easy to catch. Our factory can only get a few all year round."

"Then name your price, and I'll sell if it's reasonable." Seeing that Factory Director Xu was an honest man, Li Xiangyang didn't beat around the bush.

"Hmm, let me take a look first." Factory Director Xu said, spreading out the entire sable pelt and examining it carefully.

Director Xu blew a few breaths on the sable fur, looked at it, and then touched it back and forth with his hands. After finishing, he took out a flashlight and shone it sideways for a long time.

He nodded in satisfaction and said, "This sable fur has a thick underfur that doesn't show the sable hide, but it's not quite super thick, airtight, or heavy enough to be easily tangible."

The number of silver needles is relatively small, and their dark black matte finish means they can only be considered first-grade.

If the silver needles were more numerous, appearing extremely dense and even, with a dazzling, shimmering effect, and possessing a deep black tinged with purplish-blue mist and a high-grade silky feel, then it could be considered top-grade sable fur.

"Mhm." Li Xiangyang nodded as he listened, but he didn't understand anything at all; he was just pretending.

"What price range can Factory Manager Xu offer?"

"Well..." Factory Manager Xu paused for a moment, then said seriously, "I can only offer you a maximum of three hundred and fifty yuan."

"Xiangyang, this is considered a high price for this area in Wuzhen. Think about whether you're willing to sell."

"Three...three hundred and fifty...." Li Xiangdong was astonished; this sable pelt could actually sell for three hundred and fifty yuan.

No wonder Dad said it was soft gold last night.

"Sell it, three hundred and fifty yuan, it's three hundred and fifty yuan." Li Xiangyang made the deal.

Three hundred and fifty yuan was already within his budget, and this Factory Manager Xu didn't seem like a greedy person; the price he offered was fair.

After receiving the money, the two brothers didn't linger. They had to rush back to hunt in the afternoon, so they mounted their horses and hurriedly left.

I made 335 yuan selling sheep to the state-run restaurant this morning, and now I've made another 350 yuan selling sable fur, for a total of 685 yuan.

Let alone farmers with an average daily wage of 50 cents, even urban workers with an average daily wage of 2 yuan earn more than a year's wages.

This is a truly enormous sum of money in this day and age.

After leaving the fur factory, Li Xiangyang didn't rush home. Instead, he went back to the state-run restaurant and spent nine yuan to buy another bottle of Ningcheng Laojiao liquor from Tu Weimin.

I was thinking of going back tonight and having a proper celebration.

The bottle that Tu Weimin gave him yesterday, his father couldn't bear to drink. He told him to give it to his father-in-law for the New Year, so that it would be more prestigious.

But as a result, his own father didn't get any to drink.

That won't do. A son can't just think about his own pride and make his father suffer.

It was two and a half hours later when the Li brothers, Li Xiangyang and Li Xiangdong, returned to the Li family home.

As soon as Li Xiangyang stepped through the door, the other family members surrounded him, all wanting to know whether the thing he bought yesterday was a sable or a weasel, and how much he sold it for.

Li Zhenshan couldn't wait any longer and asked, "How's Xiangyang? Is that a sable?"

"Li Zhenshan, guess if I'm a human or an immortal?" Li Xiangyang said, pinching his throat.

"Smack!" Wang Guiying slapped him hard on the bottom: "You brat, you're just making a fool of yourself."

"Ouch, be gentle, Mom." Li Xiangyang immediately felt a burning sensation on his bottom and complained, "Mom, you hit me too hard! Was that the Five Poison Palm? It hurts!"

"Who told you to talk nonsense?" Wang Guiying glared at him and said irritably.

"Xiangyang, what exactly is that? Is it a sable? Or a weasel?" Zhao Lijuan couldn't help but ask.

"It's sable, no mistake, three hundred and fifty yuan a pelt." Li Xiangyang didn't keep them in suspense any longer and directly pulled out all the money he had earned that day from his pocket.

Lay flat on the kang (a heated brick bed), there were a total of sixty-eight large unity bills and a small stack of small bills.

Everyone's eyes were glued to it.