Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 129.2

After quickly glancing over the quality and quantity of the trees, Song Tan had a good idea of what was there. Moreover, with ten saplings per bundle, counting the 2,000 peach trees was easy.

Satisfied, she transferred the payment immediately:

“Boss, no wonder my Brother Yanping recommended you. Your saplings are indeed top-notch.”

The nursery owner, waiting for the payment confirmation, felt relieved and gave her a thumbs-up: “You’re straightforward.”

He then joined in to help unload the goods and whispered to his two brothers, “We were worried for nothing. This girl is pretty straightforward. Once we finish unloading, let’s get going.”

The third brother, who had been driving, grimaced:

“Brother, let’s sit for a while longer. The road is too difficult, and I need a break.”

Their big truck had a mountain on one side and a steep slope on the other. Even the half-hour drive on the village road was nerve-wracking.

The eldest brother’s face twitched, and he replied quietly, “Look at the time. If we don’t leave now, it’ll get dark, and the road will be even harder.”

The second brother, who had remained silent, said gloomily, “But, brother, their tea is really good. I’m waiting for another refill.”

Mentioning the tea made the nursery owner fall silent.

After a long while, he threw another bundle of saplings down and complained, “This place is too stingy! How can you make tea with just one leaf per cup! I didn’t even charge for delivery!”

The third brother glanced at him:

“If I sold tea for ten thousand per pound, I wouldn’t give you a single leaf. I’d just let you look at it.”

The eldest brother: …

These annoying brothers.

With such a business mindset, if it weren’t for him, would their nursery business have survived all these years?

Yet, silly as they were, they were honest. He could only swallow his annoyance and finally jumped down from the truck, gritting his teeth:

“Young man, make me a proper cup of that tea. I’ll decide whether to buy it after tasting it.”

Before Qiao Qiao could respond, Zhang Yanping eagerly agreed.

“Oh, boss, you have great taste! This tea has so many returning customers. We don’t usually sell it to just anyone! Come on, where’s your cup? I’ll make it for you right away!”

The other two brothers protested, “We want some too!”

Although the eldest brother was the main boss, there were three bosses in this nursery. They couldn’t just get one cup, could they?