For the next two days, Li Zhe took his two dogs and ran around in the mountains every day.
In addition to picking oranges to supply Mi Caixuan, Li Zhe focused more on finding wild medicinal materials.
A few days ago, a ginseng plant sold for hundreds of thousands, which was quite a temptation for him.
After running for two days in the back mountain, I couldn't dig up wild ginseng. I did find some other medicinal materials, as well as wild mountain fungi such as matsutake, gallinopsis, Hericium, raspberries, wild wolfberries, thorn fruits, etc. Needless to say waiting for wild fruits.
During these two days, Li Zhe spent a lot of energy practicing the "Little Rainmaker Technique" obtained from the Jade Pure Vase...
He found that when he used the Little Rain Technique, the spiritual rain that fell had a better irrigation effect than water soaked in a jade bottle, and had a stronger ability to stimulate the growth of plants.
It's just a pity that he probably has low magic power or no magic power. Every time he uses the small rain technique, the rain clouds summoned are only the size of a pot lid. If he wants to irrigate the orchard on a large area, it is still far from enough. At most, he can only irrigate the orchard. Pour one tree.
Moreover, it takes a lot of effort to perform, and it can only be used a few times a day.
The only gratifying discovery is that as the number of times the Little Rainmaker is used increases, the 'rain clouds' released each time also increase significantly.
The most important thing is that every time he casts a spell, there will be an extra 'air flow' in his body. This stream of air slowly circulates in the body, and the warmth will not disappear.
"Could this thing be the legendary Qi?" Li Zhe also had a guess in his mind.
Some changes in his body seemed to confirm his guess.
My physique is getting stronger and stronger. I can carry a hundred kilograms of fruit in bamboo baskets like I am carrying a chicken. I go for a morning run in the morning and run around the mountain for an hour without blushing or out of breath. I climb trees and touch bird eggs. Faster than a monkey...
"Haha, am I trying to become a martial arts master? Oh no, I am practicing immortality. What is a martial arts master? I will become a god in the future!"
After checking YY and seeing that the sun was getting higher, Li Zhe finished his morning run and went home for dinner with his two tired dogs sticking out their tongues.
Humming a little tune, as soon as I returned home, I saw a commercial Buick parked there. My father, Li Weiguo, and Mi Caixuan, the two guys who came to buy it, were moving the oranges they picked the night before to the car.
When Li Zhe came back, the two young men greeted him warmly.
After loading the car, one of the young men took out his wallet, took out a wad of money and handed it to Li Weiguo: "Today it's still three hundred kilograms, twenty per kilogram, that's six thousand yuan, uncle, count it!"
"No need to count."
Li Weiguo grinned happily. After all these years of farming in Baoshan, he never thought it would be so easy to make money these days. He could make six thousand a day, and in a few days he could make what he had made in the previous year.
Huang Erlai, who was walking in the village, saw a car parked in front of Li Zhe's house, so he came over curiously. He heard the conversation nearby, and his eyes suddenly gleamed when he heard that the oranges cost 20 yuan per catty.
He has oranges in his own greenhouse and is worried that there will be no sales.
"Brothers, are you harvesting oranges? I have some in my greenhouse, and they are all ripe, unlike their orange trees planted on the mountain, which are not ripe at all and are very sour! Don't be fooled by them... "
Huang Erlai walked up directly, nodded and bowed to the two Mi Caixuan guys, and did not forget to belittle Li Zhe's oranges.
When Li Zhe saw Huang Erlai, his face suddenly dropped.
This guy is not a good guy. He used to be a gangster in the village, doing all kinds of sneaky things and doing all kinds of immoral things.
Li Zhe's family has always been raising fish. One year, Huang Erlai was caught stealing fish at night. Not long after, the fish pond was poisoned. Anyone could guess that it was Huang Erlai's revenge. Unfortunately, there is no evidence. , so now that Li Zhe sees him, he is full of disgust.
"Go away, you are not welcome here!"
"Oh, this road is also your home! Little chicken, no matter how arrogant you are, believe it or not, something will happen to your fish pond again this year..." Huang Erlai grinned, showing his yellowed teeth, and threatened with a sinister smile.
Li Zhe wanted to rush forward angrily, but was held back by Li Weiguo.
Huang Erlai also wanted to get close to the waiters, but the two waiters didn't even look at him and prepared to leave.
Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, Huang Erlai became anxious and said, "Oh, boss, my oranges are the best in the village, and the price is also cheap. I just want you to be fifteen, or even ten yuan!"
The two waiters looked at him with a scowling look and sneered, "We've bought enough. We bought food for ourselves."
Then he said goodbye to Li Zhe and drove away.
Watching the car drive away, Huang Erlai's heart was full of disappointment, and then he turned to look at Li Weiguo: "Old Li, you are so unkind. If you have money, let's make money together. You don't even tell me about such a good business. Anyway, We are from the same village, and you also know that my oranges can hardly be sold..."
Li Weiguo is a good old man and is not angry. He smiled and said: "I bought food privately, not a fruit seller, so I won't buy too much. They are also Xiaozhe's friends, so they will take care of the business."
Staring at the six thousand red tickets in Li Weiguo's hand, Huang Erlai was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. Why didn't he have such rich customers?
…
Liuhe Hotel is a four-star hotel. Like Mi Caixuan, it is located on the busiest commercial street in the city center, far away from it.
Since Mi Caixuan was named one of the first batch of Michelin restaurants last year, the business of Liuhe Hotel has begun to decline sharply.
"Boss, there are a lot fewer customers today."
Supervisor Feng Qiang walked into the boss's office with an ugly face. If the business continues like this, it won't be long before he can get out.
Wei Wuliu threw the phone on the table, pointed at it, and then covered his head with a headache and said: "Tell me what's going on? Why have even the old customers gone to Mi Caixuan! Brother Xiao Ma has been there in the past few years. But they have always eaten at my place, and have never been to Mi Caixuan, and Lao Li, damn, tell me, what is going on!"
How the hell do I know?
Feng Qiang roared in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. He could only smile and pick up the phone on the table and look at it.
It's a WeChat Moments page, and when you look at the updates on it, you can see that they are all posts from VIP bosses from the Liuhe Hotel in the past about dining at Mi Caixuan.
After hesitating for a moment, Feng Qiang couldn't help but whisper: "Boss, why don't you call and ask if we have offended someone? We need to find out."
Wei Wuliu rubbed his head hard, grabbed his cell phone, thought for a while, and then called an old customer.
"Hey, Brother Daya, I haven't seen you here for dinner these days. Do you miss me? Where have you gone to make a fortune recently... Ah, in Mi Caixuan? Oh, haha, I'm tired of eating in my restaurant I want to change my taste...Ah, okay, I’ll drink when I have time..."
After a while, Wei Wuliu hung up the phone with a gloomy expression and took a deep breath, "Go, find someone to go to Mi Caixuan and order an orange fruit plate and come back. Go quickly!"
Supervisor Feng Qiang was confused for a while: "Boss, we have the fruit plate ourselves, why should we go to Mi Caixuan?"
"Stop talking nonsense and go quickly!" Wei Wuliu slammed the table angrily and roared.
In fact, in his heart, Wei Wuliu also felt that the old customers were amusing himself. What kind of orange fruit plate would be so delicious that these expensive bosses would praise him.
"Okay, boss, I'll go right away!"
Feng Qiang ran away quickly, cursing in his mind whether his boss was a bad person and disliked his competitors' business for not doing well enough, yet he still wanted to contribute to others' turnover.
I found a waiter, put on a suit and pretended to be a customer, and went to Mi Caixuan to buy a plate of orange fruit.
"Boss, is Mi Caixuan a joke? A fruit plate sells for 188, and I heard it has just gone up. It's just a few oranges, it's just driving away customers!"
The waiter brought an exquisite fruit plate and placed it on Wei Wuliu's desk, and couldn't help but say.
The fruit plate at Liuhe Restaurant is only fifty-five or sixty-five, and the most expensive is not more than eighty-eight. It is just an appetizer, and it costs 188, which is crazy.
Wei Wuliu stared at the fruit plate for a while, then tore open the plastic wrap suspiciously, took a piece of orange from the inside and stuffed it into his mouth.
As soon as the fruit entered his mouth and he bit into it, Wei Wuliu thought to himself: It's broken!
He quickly grabbed a few orange slices and stuffed them into his mouth. There was no last trace of luck in his heart. No wonder the customers all ran to Mi Caixuan.
Seeing Wei Wuliu's expression, Feng Qiang curiously pinched a piece and tasted it, and immediately shouted: "Mmp, where did Mi Caixuan get the oranges? They are so delicious!"
This matter is serious. If Mi Caixuan has such a magical orange, the wealthy officials, businessmen and local tycoons will definitely run over there.
For rich people, the price is nothing, as long as it tastes good, even a 998 fruit plate will click without blinking an eye.
"Boss, I'm going to check their sources and find a way to cut them all off. If these oranges can be sold by our Liuhe Hotel in the future, it might be a way to suppress Mi Caixuan..." Feng Qiang said flatteringly.
"Stop talking nonsense, let me do it quickly! If it doesn't work out, don't be a supervisor in the future!" Wei Wuliu said irritably.
Feng Qiang ran out quickly and started looking for someone to investigate. The salary of a hotel supervisor is quite generous. If you lose such a good job, where will you find it in the future?
…
Mi Caixuan, business has been booming these days, and people from the upper class who are rarely seen on weekdays have appeared one by one.
"Uncle Yue, are you here again today?"
Mi Yun came out in person to receive a middle-aged man in a suit with a sallow face and a skinny figure.
Yue Shan, a well-known real estate developer in China, is considered a boss-level figure in the entire Jiangcheng.
"Xiaomi, who told you to have such delicious oranges in your restaurant? I have no choice but to come. I had a meeting originally, but I canceled it."
After following Mi Yun into a luxurious private room, Yue Shan began to urge: "Hurry up and bring me some orange fruit plates. I came late yesterday and didn't enjoy the meal. I have to pack a few portions today! It's really strange. Only after eating these oranges , so I can eat!"
The waiter brought the fruit plate, and Yue Shan picked up his fork and ate it. As soon as he ate a piece, he became energetic and praised it profusely: "It's delicious! It's delicious!"
"Well, Xiaomi, go and serve uncle a light dish. Hey, it's so good. Now that I have eaten this orange, my appetite has improved."
Mi Yun was extremely surprised. Her father and Yue Shan were good friends and the two families knew each other well. She knew well that Yue Shan had mild anorexia and severe stomach problems. He usually ate delicacies from the mountains and seas as if he was suffering. When had he ever praised the food as delicious? ?
Can this orange even cure anorexia?
After serving some signature dishes to Yueshan, Mi Yun asked Zhou Dequan: "How many oranges are there in the kitchen?"
Zhou Dequan tried his best to hold his breath, cursing himself why he was so greedy, and said cautiously: "There are still more than a hundred kilograms, which is enough for today."
My mouth is filled with the smell of orange. Damn it, I want to cry but I don’t have any tears.
Mi Yun nodded, thought for a moment, and said: "Go and ask Lao Qian and ask him to bring two security guards to follow me. I want to go find the owner who buys oranges myself."
