CHAPTER 425: CHAPTER 425: MANY WAYS TO MAKE MONEY

Uncle Gong deeply agrees with Zhao Xuran’s worries. She couldn’t suppress those two little ones yesterday; they’re absolutely stubborn.

Even Zhao Guangran, who seemed oblivious, began considering the future, "Brother Guangran will worry about what’s next."

How could such young kids worry about the future? Uncle Gong genuinely doesn’t understand. Even kids in their teens might not think so far ahead.

"He said your drawings are great, maybe you can be a painter in the future."

"He said Rui Wen might become a carpenter someday, that the little toys he makes with Uncle Gong are quite interesting."

Uncle Gong was dumbfounded. Sure, Hua Miaozhu praised her art, but if she relied on painting for a living, Uncle Gong worried she might starve.

So many talented artists, how many become famous? Take Van Gogh for instance, so gifted yet not recognized until after his death.

Uncle Gong certainly doesn’t want to end up miserably like Van Gogh; better to live without fame at all.

As for why the elder brother wants to be a carpenter, it’s just their dad being interested in those things. Uncle Gong plans for the future to start a furniture factory once conditions allow. That could bring in some money.

Zhao Xuran didn’t notice Uncle Gong’s unease and continued, "Ban Xia will definitely learn traditional medicine. Not only can they study with mom, but possibly have another master. Guangran is worried about what he’ll do."

This kid really thinks ahead; the smart people around him give Zhao Guangran understandable pressure.

Wait, Zhao Guangran didn’t mention Zhao Xuran? Uncle Gong raised her head to look at Zhao Xuran.

"Compared to me, Guangran might just want to die." As their elder brother, he naturally has the ability to suppress them, otherwise how can he guide these kids?

Oh dear, in this manner, those who think Zhao Xuran is humble and polite should see him. No such arrogant kid exists, "I think you’re even better at boasting than I am."

Hmm, Zhao Guangran should see that his elder brother is the truly brazen little fox.

"I think, if possible, Guangran should go into business; he’d like that." Zhao Xuran thought for a long time and realized his younger brother is a typical money-grubber. That doesn’t mean he’s stingy, just loves the process of making money and spends it on delicious treats for everyone.

Business? That’s great, definitely profitable. But nowadays, few think business is good. Everyone wants a city job and stable income, not because they don’t love money, but because business is unstable. More importantly, over the years, many big and small entrepreneurs are practically beaten down. Who has the luxury to think of doing business?

If Uncle Gong hadn’t tested it several times before, she would think Zhao Xuran was reborn. "Business?"

"Yeah, I’m thinking if possible, we could sell our herbs at high prices in Beijing; we’d return in summer to purchase and transport them to Beijing. This could make money."

"Plus, drying mushrooms here and transporting them to Beijing could also be profitable." Zhao Xuran thinks his younger brother would definitely enjoy this task.

That is pretty lucrative, but they’re still kids. Even if the villagers here in the Red Flag Brigade give them a chance, because earning money is key, what do they do when in Beijing?

As for herbs, if Wan Qiweng’s introduced contacts help out, then shipping isn’t an issue. But what about mushrooms?

Should they run to the supply agency? That only earns a little.

The agencies these days have faces worse than bureaucracies from later generations.

"We could call uncle, and if need be, take Aunt Wan with us. Maybe she has connections." Zhao Xuran knows once they reach Beijing, such expenses are no small burden, even with parental support, it’s still insufficient.

Zhao Xuran is considering if they could do some small business to earn money, preferably quietly, as stealthy wealth is the true path.

"Also, we should be able to take the preserved meat to Beijing to sell; it’s not fresh but city folks struggle to buy meat, so it can make money too."

Uncle Gong listened to Zhao Xuran talk continuously about their future business plans; it was truly astonishing.

Uncle Gong was stunned. She was thinking which of them is the real transmigrator. She mentioned it briefly yesterday, and Zhao Xuran has already thought this far.

This doesn’t even prioritize money yet, but he’s already this capable, no wonder he becomes a dominating CEO.

Uncle Gong deeply admires Zhao Xuran, regardless of the fact, no matter how good he is, even if pigs feed on the cabbage, she has to be one of those pigs to hold him back, or Uncle Gong is sure she’ll regret it later.

"What’s wrong?" Uncle Gong’s gaze was too intense, scaring Zhao Xuran quite a bit.

"Nothing, I just think Brother Xuran, you’re amazing. I’ve decided, once we get the word, we’ll buy up herbs from not only our village but nearby villages too." Uncle Gong insists that this fortune shouldn’t be missed.

Missing such a good opportunity to make money is foolish. It’s important to know these years business can’t be too flashy, only black market transactions.

Though things may slowly open up, there’s no time to set up a stall; better to contact downstream buyers instead—once the goods are received, promptly send them to the right connections—it can make a lot of money.

Zhao Xuran knows his beloved idea is good, but it remains theoretical until they try it, not expecting Uncle Gong to praise him so much.

"You plan to buy up everything around here?" The volume shouldn’t be small, right?

Zhao Xuran isn’t clear about the stock in surrounding households, but it shouldn’t be small, or Li Jian Country wouldn’t lower his dignity to seek help, nor would the villagers change their attitude once realizing they couldn’t sell herbs through his family.

"Certainly, once we reach Beijing, these can be sold not only in Beijing but also to surrounding cities." Uncle Gong thinks since the other is a traditional medicine expert, they must know many herbal shops. Visiting a few should get these sold.

If Beijing can’t consume that much, aren’t there neighboring cities?

Listening to Uncle Gong’s analysis, Zhao Xuran’s mind is also opened up. Yes, the cities around Beijing are quite large; altogether should easily sell off these herbs.

Uncle Gong thinks they can make a lot of money, Zhao Xuran thinks more, "Next year we let them collect more, we’ll come back in summer to purchase, we should be able to buy a lot."

At least his family’s reputation will improve once again, making future cooperation easier.

Great people are truly great, Uncle Gong deeply admires Zhao Xuran, she hadn’t even considered so far ahead, yet he is thinking extraordinarily deep.

Thus, the herbal traders begin digging their first gold.