Farm Tough Girl Nove Chapter 32 - 32 033 Were Going to be Tycoons1

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Chapter 32: Chapter 033 We’re Going to be Tycoons_1

The shopkeeper’s eyes darted around before he said, “Tiger at is indeed rare, but this tiger is too old, the at is not tender, yet I shall still offer a fair price, five taels of silver per kilogram.”

Li Cheng’s eyes lit up, clearly thrilled by the price which was astronomic for an ordinary peasant! Mrs. Lin, too, was pleased, astonished at how valuable a tiger could be. She was about to agree when Muniang interrupted her.

“No, ten taels per kilogram!”

Muniang had never sold tiger at before and naturally had no idea of its true market value, but she knew that no rchant was without guile, especially when dealing with simple villagers like them; rchants would surely try to deceive to their full extent. She could not bear to see soone take advantage of them.

The shopkeeper looked at Muniang in surprise, clearly not expecting such a bold demand from a village woman, but his face also took on an unkind expression.

“Young lady, you are too arrogant. I have already given you a price based on my conscience. In business, we value mutual sincerity. Your attitude clearly shows that you do not wish to deal sincerely with . If that is the case, then I’m afraid we will not be able to conduct business!” The shopkeeper’s tone was gentle, but his ssage was staunch.

Mrs. Lin nudged Muniang and whispered, “Why are you asking for the moon? You’ll upset the man, and if he doesn’t want it anymore, what will we do?”

Muniang ignored Mrs. Lin, and her attitude was even firr than the shopkeeper’s: “We are just humble farrs. In our lives, we’ve only co across a tiger this one ti, so naturally, we can’t tell if the at is fresh or not. However, I, a re woman, know well enough that any tiger at is rare. Shopkeeper, you say we can’t close the deal—I’ll take this price to soone else. The only sincerity I can show you is to give you the first choice to buy or not.”

Er Liang naturally supported Muniang, chiming in, “That’s right! If you don’t want it, we’ll sell it to soone else. There are so many restaurants in Qinghua City; surely soone will recognize its worth. When they have tiger at to sell, all the custors will flock to their businesses!”

As soon as the shopkeeper heard this, his complexion soured imdiately. His original plan was to take advantage of their unsophisticated, rural status, expecting that he could secure the at at a bargain. Tiger at was such a rarity—rich families when hearing his restaurant had it would pay any price to taste the delicacy. Therefore, even at ten taels per kilogram, he would not lose a di; he simply wanted to take advantage of the ignorant villagers.

But what he hadn’t expected was how formidable the little village woman could be, doubling his price at once and speaking so confidently. He ca here determined to secure the at and certainly couldn’t go back empty-handed, for the head of his household would surely kill him with a brick.

The shopkeeper imdiately softened his tone: “What are you saying, young lady? I was only speaking off the cuff just now—it hasn’t co to a point where we can’t do business. How about we each take a step back, eight taels per kilogram?”

The softer tone indicated just how much he cared. Muniang also understood the importance of the tiger to him, and naturally, she refused to back down, her smile as innocent as ever: “Shopkeeper, I am but a simple village woman who has not read books and knows nothing of the cunning negotiation tactics used by rchants. If I say ten taels, then it is ten taels. My sincerity has its limits. If you continue to spurn my sincerity, I may well raise the price.”

The shopkeeper’s face turned pale; his usual business tactics were useless and thoroughly seen through, leaving him without face, but he dared not say more. Should this woman raise the price again, he would be at a severe loss!

“Alright then, ten taels it is!” the shopkeeper slapped his thigh, hurriedly agreeing.

Mrs. Lin could hardly believe it; she stared dumbfounded at Muniang. Li Cheng was stunned, too. He had been worried that Muniang might ruin the deal, only to find out he was the naive one!

Muniang laughed brightly: “I appreciate your straightforwardness, Shopkeeper. Because of your attitude, next ti our family has fresh goods, we will surely co to you first.”

The shopkeeper smiled helplessly: “You are so shrewd, young lady—scolding with one hand and offering candy with the other. Just now, you claid to be uneducated and ignorant, but I think you know too much indeed.”

The shopkeeper took out the silver note, and since Muniang did not know how to check it, she asked Li Cheng to have a look. Li Cheng’s hands went soft, having never seen so much money in his life.

“Thank you for your undue praise,” Muniang responded without reservation, as the deal had been concluded. To continue pretending would be hypocrisy.

“It’s a pity she’s a woman. If she were a man, she would surely make sothing of herself,” the shopkeeper said.

Muniang laughed softly, giving no reply; in her heart, she thought won could make sothing of themselves just as well, but she didn’t voice her thoughts because there was no need for such ostentation.

After sending off the shopkeeper, Li Cheng was about to leave when Mrs. Lin held him back, wanting to give him so silver, since he had been a great help with the tiger affair. But Li Cheng, being straightforward, refused adamantly. Muniang had anticipated this and fetched five kilograms of tiger at from the kitchen.

“I deliberately kept a little aside for you and Qinghe to try. It’s nothing much; go on, take it.”

Li Cheng, unable to refute, took the at and left.

With a tiger skin left, Muniang estimated it to be worth seven or eight hundred taels. She planned to sell it in the city herself, as rich households usually wanted such things.

Mrs. Lin, looking at the silver notes, was too excited to speak: “Muniang, you truly are capable. With just a few words, you doubled the price. If it were , I would’ve simply accepted whatever amount was offered.”

“They wanted to take advantage of us, thinking we were inexperienced. Everyone is like this, picking on the soft targets. What I did can hardly be called a skill.”

“How should we use this money, then? I never dread that I would have so much money in my lifeti. I don’t even know what to do with it,” Mrs. Lin said, her excitent palpable.

Muniang already had a plan: “We’ll buy land. We’re going to be wealthy landowners!”

Intending to investigate the possibilities, Muniang locked away the silver securely and went to see the village head with Erliang. She had already calculated in her mind that the two thousand seven hundred taels of silver should buy them around four hundred acres of land. With the surplus, they could build a house.

“Do you want fertile lands or dry fields? Dry fields are four taels per acre, fertile lands six taels,” the village head said.

“Fertile lands! About three to four hundred acres,” Muniang replied confidently. Although she believed she could enrich dry fields over ti, she was not in need of money at the mont, and fertile lands were more convenient.

Stroking his beard, the village head looked sowhat skeptical: “So much land? That’s no small sum. Besides, no matter how good the land, it needs careful tending to yield results. It’d be a sha to waste silver for nothing.”

Erliang patted his chest and said, “Don’t worry, if my wife says it can be done, it most certainly will be done. Just help us look around for a willing seller.”

The village head couldn’t say much else and agreed, “Then you wait a couple of days. Not many families have that much land. I’ll help you make inquiries first.”