The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 8

C8 – I Need a Big Truck

Su Ming consulted the map.

Tianhua Bank stood three kilometers away from his current location.

A bit of a distance, indeed.

Standing upright, Su Ming began counting methodically.

Precisely fifty bamboo shoots lay before him.

Each of these weighed four kilograms, summing up to a total of two hundred kilograms.

The thought of transporting them all individually to Tianhua Bank would likely exhaust him.

Contemplating the situation, Su Ming recognized the need to purchase a vehicle.

Although his work revolved around farming, making a tractor the obvious choice, navigating through the city center posed limitations for tractors.

Anticipating considerable future crop growth, a truck was necessary.

The question was: Where could he acquire one?

It struck Su Ming that the vendor who sold seeds and fertilizers yesterday might have useful contacts.

While not dealing in cars, he might have a connection or two who did.

Su Ming only needed to provide funds for the purchase, and the car would be arranged.

He placed a call to the vendor.

“What do you require now? No worries, I have an assortment here. Simply tell me what you need, and I’ll get it delivered to you promptly.”

The vendor displayed remarkable enthusiasm.

This was due to Su Ming’s status as an affluent urban farmer.

“I need a truck, boss.”

Su Ming conveyed.

“No problem, I’ll take care of it.”

The vendor assured confidently.

The vendor posed an inquiry, “Any specific configuration preferences for the vehicle?”

“No specific demands.”

“Alright!”

The vendor readily agreed.

Upon ending the call, Su Ming fetched a small cart from the thatched hut.

He systematically loaded the golden bamboo shoots onto the cart and wheeled it to the farm’s periphery.

Precisely when he’d aligned all fifty bamboo shoots at the farm’s edge, a truck pulled up by the entrance.

Stepping out from the driver’s seat was the vendor.

It was a compact white van with a four-ton capacity—sufficient for his needs.

“Is this vehicle suitable?”

The vendor handed Su Ming the keys, a smile gracing his features.

“Not bad. What’s the price?”

“Two hundred thousand.”

Su Ming nodded, transferring 210,000 yuan to the vendor while stating, “The extra 10,000 is your commission.”

The boss’s eyes lit up.

He was so lucky.

He had only been Su Ming’s driver for a while, but he had earned 10,000 yuan.

Su Ming was indeed rich. He was too generous.

“Thank you, sir. Then I won’t bother you anymore.”

Recognizing that Su Ming probably had other matters to attend to, the boss didn’t disturb him. He turned and hailed a taxi.

Su Ming skillfully maneuvered the car backward into his farm.

Proceeding, he carefully stacked the golden bamboo shoots, one by one.

He loaded all fifty of the precious bamboo shoots into the car before sealing the door.

With everything set, he was ready to depart!

Su Ming drove the vehicle to the farm entrance and configured the GPS location on his phone.

Just then, an unexpected knock resounded on his car door.

Lowering the window, Su Ming peeked outside.

Standing there was a slightly portly middle-aged man, dressed in a chef’s uniform. An air of self-assurance surrounded him. “Excuse me, sir, but what do you have in your car?”

“Bamboo shoots.”

Su Ming hesitated momentarily before replying.

“Bamboo shoots?”

The middle-aged man’s eyes widened, a spark of delight evident. “What a coincidence. Our company’s cafeteria is currently short on bamboo shoots. Sir, are you selling these bamboo shoots? What’s the price?”

The middle-aged man was a culinary expert in a major corporation and was responsible for its vegetable procurement. With local vendors always seeking to curry his favor, he couldn’t help but adopt a slightly conceited demeanor.

On this particular morning, he had planned to venture out and buy bamboo shoots.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the company, his gaze landed on a parked truck by the curb.

Being well-versed in vegetable purchasing, he recognized the refrigerated truck with a local license plate as likely carrying fresh produce.

Should there be bamboo shoots on the truck, he could bypass his market trip.

His intuition didn’t fail him.

The man couldn’t help but smile. Luck was evidently on his side.