Since 1983

Chapter 48 Green Gold Bar

During this period, a quarter of the people in Spring City were growing and frying flowers, and the daily traffic of the major flower markets could reach a terrifying 400,000.

Xu Fei and Xu Xiaowen walked along Stalin Avenue (now called People's Street), and saw that the window sills of the buildings on both sides were filled with various varieties of Clivia, blocking the cold air, or blooming buds, or blooming proudly.

When we got near Hongqi Street, there were still six or seven hundred meters away before traffic jams began. Bicycles couldn't drive normally, and the flower market expanded unscrupulously, occupying a large area of the road.

Countless people automatically form two lines, one forward and one reverse, which can be regarded as the entrance and exit.

There was another guy next to him raising his arm high, swinging two thin pages of newspaper, with white gas coming out of his mouth, ""Clivia Daily"! "Clivia Daily"! There is one left, one left!"

"How much?" Xu Fei asked.

"Two dollars!"

Crazy, two dollars a newspaper? After a little hesitation, he saw three or five people rushing over, and said, "Give me, give me, I want it!"

I held it in my hand and saw that it was the "Clivia Daily", which was only founded in early December. It was published once a week, and each issue had only four pages.

There is a fixed sentence written on the front page, which is the inscription of the boss: "Vigorously develop the flower business". Looking at the content again, it mainly introduces flower varieties, cultivation techniques and market conditions.

Xu Fei glanced at it, folded it up and put it in his arms, and walked in with his father. There were also many men, women and children in the same company, also clutching a copy of "Clivia Daily", and rushed to the flower market on Hongqi Street.

For a moment, he had a certain illusion, as if he was no different from those people who frantically crowded into sales offices and housing fairs with promotional advertisements thirty years later.

After walking with the crowd for a while, I entered the flower market. Xu Fei just buzzed, as if he had broken into a completely different world.

It was cold and windy outside, and the heat wave was soaring inside. Countless noisy voices mixed together, hitting the eardrums instantly, and even rang softly for a while.

There are people wrapped in sheepskin jackets, army green padded jackets, woolen overcoats, and a very small number of down jackets. Their faces are struggling and ferocious, with frightening fanaticism, nervousness, and remorse, as if they were all in the world. All the attitudes are concentrated in this small flower market.

The accent is even more so, from the northernmost to the southernmost, from the westernmost to the easternmost, can be heard.

The street, which is not too wide, has been completely occupied by the flow of people. There are shops on both sides, which are placed outside in summer. In winter, the flowers are all indoors for fear of freezing.

Xu Fei squeezed into a house casually, and saw dozens of pots of Clivia on the shelf, with few flowers and many green leaves.

And on the counter, there was a pot of Clivia slender leaves in full bloom. The flowers were orange-red, and matched with the glossy green leaves, it was even more vivid and moving.

A man was clutching a stack of banknotes, his forehead was bulging with veins, and even his muscles were twitching, "Did you come first, first come first? I saw it first, I saw it first!"

"But the price is high." The boss laughed.

"I, I'll add another two thousand!" the man shouted.

"I'll add three thousand!" Another person also said.

"Five thousand! I'll add five thousand!"

The other person stared angrily for a while, then turned his head and left, apparently exceeding his wealth. The man was very proud, opened his briefcase, and took out another stack of banknotes.

The final transaction price was 12,000, and they were just piled up on the counter. The people around them were breathing heavily and their eyes were red.

The man eagerly picked up the flowers and walked out of the shop.

Xu Fei was curious, and followed him out. On the way, no matter who you know or not, as long as you see that you have flowers in your hand and your appearance is not bad, you will ask: "Would you like to make a move?"

"Do you want to make a move?"

"Seven thousand! Seven thousand!"

"Sell it for 10,000? Sell it?"

"twelve thousand!"

"Fifteen thousand!"

"Is it worth eighteen thousand?"

The man only walked a few hundred meters, and the price went up three times. He bought it at the east end and sold it at the west end. It was 22,000 yuan, and he made a net profit of 10,000 yuan!

Xu Xiaowen's eyes widened, his previous cognition was greatly torn apart, "Just this small pot of flowers can sell for more than 20,000 yuan? This is not a flower, it's a gold bar!"

"Hey, Clivia is now called Green Gold Bar."

Xu Fei saw it with his own eyes, and his heart was surging, "Come on, let's go to another place to see."

With that said, the two of them left Hongqi Street and arrived at the flower market on Tsinghua Road.

Here is also a sea of people, full of madness, but in a store, Xu Fei saw a big flower Clivia. This variety is called "Holding the Head Monk", which means that the leaves are in the shape of a rice spoon, and the leaf tips move closer to the middle, as if holding the head.

As early as the 1950s, Wu Heting, a master carpenter in Chuncheng, cultivated a potted flower, which was later transferred to the monk Puming of Huguo Banruo Temple.

After planting in Puming, the flowers grow very well. The leaves are wide, short, and rounded. They stand obliquely and slightly bend downwards, and then turn upwards. The plant shape is beautiful, the seat is like a lotus plate, and the flowers are like hole screens, which is quite unusual.

Later, it was spread among the people, and people called this breed "monk". The head-holding monk is a new hybrid of monk and other breeds.

Xu Fei looked at it for a long time. The owner's potted flower is good, but not that good. How much is the price?

Eighty thousand!

Because the shop owner claims that this is the best head-holding monk in Spring City.

Looking at the potted flower, he couldn't help but think of an idea.

…………

that night.

Xu Fei sat on the bed, and the bed was covered with all kinds of newspapers from the past, and there were all types of news.

"The younger brother of a technician in a certain organization was greedy for his elder brother's family Clivia, and came to snatch it, resulting in a quarrel. After knocking out his brother and sister-in-law, he stuffed his sister-in-law into the Kang cave, causing her death."

"The prosecutor surnamed Fang of a certain city's procuratorate heard that the city was full of green gold bars, so he got entangled with his brothers, all of them armed with guns, drove off-road jeeps, and rushed to Spring City at night.

However, the news leaked out. As soon as the car left the city, the Chuncheng police received a call conveniently, and the whole city was in full swing. "

This certain city is actually Ancheng. Can you believe that a prosecutor would do this? ? ?

Another piece of news caught Xu Fei's attention.

"Flower King Guo Fengyi established the first Clivia flower company in the country, and the leaders of the city's farmers and businesses rushed to congratulate him."

He is very impressed with this Guo Fengyi, because when he was a small planner, he once held an exhibition jointly with the local Clivia Association, and specially checked a large amount of information, among which Guo Fengyi was mentioned in many places.

"It's a starting point."

Xu Fei pondered and pondered, and his thoughts became more and more formed during the day.

"Boom!"

"boom!"

At this time, Xu Xiaowen went to the bathhouse to take a shower and came back, cursing, "What the hell, the water is cold in half of the bath, I almost froze to death!"

He rubbed his half-dry hair and sat down on the bed, "Xiao Fei, how can we sell these flowers? Looking around during the day, it's an eye-opener. How can so many things happen with a small pot of flowers? What a temple!" Little Wang Baduo!"

According to my father's original idea, he would be satisfied if he could sell it for a few thousand yuan, but after looking at it, let alone a few thousand, there are tens of thousands of them! Our flowers are no worse than others, why can't we sell them at a high price?

Human beings all have this mentality, and the benefits touch people's hearts.

"I have to move out tomorrow, you live here first, and your first priority is to take care of these potted flowers."

"how about you?"

"I'm going to find someone, and I have to use a fake name so I don't have to leave a trace."

"Hey, I understand that. I used a pseudonym when I was in the rivers and lakes before. What's the name, oh..."

Xu Xiaowen slapped his thigh, "Wang Shi!"

"puff!"

Xu Fei grinned, "How did you come up with this name?"

"The four great patriarchs of Pingshumen, Liu Jingting, Wang Hongxing, Shuanghouping, Shi Yukun, I especially like Wang and Shi."

All right, call it whatever you like.

"Then what's your boy's name?"

"Am I..."