In the conference room, Liu Bohong served hot tea.
Dong Haitao rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "President Ding, the current market price is 3.7 yuan. We're old friends, so how about 3.6 for you?"
Ding Kaifang slowly blew on the tea leaves in his cup. "President Dong, I hear the ginger over in Guangxi has already dropped below 3 yuan."
"How can you compare the two?" Dong Haitao immediately retorted. "This here is authentic Yunnan small yellow ginger. The gingerol content..."
"3.5 yuan," Ding Kaifang cut him off. "Take it or leave it. If not, we'll look elsewhere."
Dong Haitao put on a reluctant expression, but inwardly he was pleased. After all, he had mixed in a lot of second-rate Guangxi ginger.
If he could sell it, he could at least recoup some of his costs.
"Done! Let's just say I'm making a friend!"
Afterward, they went to the warehouse to inspect the goods.
Dozens of wooden crates were stacked neatly, stamped with the words "Yunnan Small Yellow Ginger."
