Jiang Mianmian was also somewhat excited, knowing that in modern society, even money can’t always buy wild Hundred-Year Ginseng.
"Dad, this Hundred-Year Ginseng is a rare treasure, why don’t we first ask Brother Yu if he needs it? Grandpa Yu is getting old, and the house should always have ginseng for the elderly, after all, why let outsiders benefit?" Jiang Mianmian suggested.
"Right, Mianmian is correct, there are many wealthy people in the Capital City, and surely many who know their stuff," Jiang Changhai nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then I’ll call Brother Yu tomorrow and ask."
"Daughter, there’s no time like the present, let’s call Yu Cheng now. If he doesn’t want it, I can ask the traditional medicine shop tomorrow. We don’t know how to preserve this ginseng; it might lose its value if we keep it for too long," Jiang Changhai said somewhat urgently.
Jiang Mianmian glanced at the wall clock, saw that it wasn’t too late, and nodded, "Okay, Mom and Dad, let’s go to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative to make the call."
"Daughter, we won’t go to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative to make the call this time, we’ll go to our factory to borrow a phone," Jiang Changhai suddenly said.
"Why?" Jiang Mianmian instinctively asked.
"The Supply and Marketing Cooperative is bustling with people coming and going, what if someone overhears us talking and some ill-intentioned person decides to steal our ginseng?" Jiang Changhai cautiously said.
"Okay, Dad, I’ll follow your lead."
Jiang Changhai hid the ginseng well, then locked both the door to the house and the front gate before leading his wife and daughter to the transport factory.
There were people working the night shift at the transport factory. When they arrived, the workers, just coming out from dinner in the canteen, greeted Jiang Changhai and his family.
"Hey, Changhai, what brings you here? And you’ve brought your wife and child too?"
"Hehe, just came to make a call to a relative at home," Jiang Changhai nodded to them and said with a cheerful smile.
When they reached the logistics department, Jiang Changhai spoke briefly with a duty colleague who then came over, unlocked the door, and let them in.
"Changhai, take your time. Call me in that room when you’re done," the colleague instructed before leaving.
"Alright, thanks, I’ll treat you to a meal some other day."
Once the man had left, Jiang Mianmian dialed Yu Cheng’s family’s number.
"Hello, who is it?" came Yu Cheng’s indifferent voice.
Jiang Mianmian, "Brother Yu, it’s me, Mianmian."
"Oh, is it Little Lamb?"
Yu Cheng’s tone immediately became warmer, and checking his watch, he asked, "What’s up calling so late?"
"Hehe, I have some good news for you. My dad dug up a pretty large wild ginseng in the back mountain today, and I wanted to ask if you need it," Jiang Mianmian asked with a chuckle.
"Wild ginseng?" Yu Cheng raised an eyebrow, knowing that wild ginseng had become a rare commodity, particularly desirable in the Capital City.
"Yes, wild ginseng, a big one and it’s fresh, still covered in soil," Jiang Mianmian described carefully.
Yu Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Mianmian, wait a moment for me. I’ll call Tang Lin and ask if he needs it. Grandpa Tang Lin’s 70th birthday is coming up next month, and he wasn’t sure what to gift him; your call might just solve his dilemma."
"That’s great, then Brother Yu, please ask Brother Tang Lin. I’ll give you the phone number, jot it down, and call me back later. I’ll wait for you," Jiang Mianmian said excitedly, feeling that this was indeed very fortuitous.