"But aren't you in the seafood business?" Liu Yifeng asked.
"I can sell vegetables too. I'll just rent a few more stalls and sell vegetables.
Besides, I know quite a few hotel owners who buy seafood from me. I'm confident that if they see the vegetables you grow, they'll order them from me even without tasting them," Du Ziheng said with full confidence.
Liu Yifeng appreciated his attitude and raised his drink in a toast, saying, "Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation."
"Pleasant cooperation!" Since Du Ziheng had to drive back later, he couldn't drink. He finished his cola in one gulp.
Back in his seat, Du Ziheng eagerly picked up some vegetables and started eating. He didn't touch any of the meat dishes, fearing he wouldn't have room for the vegetables if he did.
In a short time, he had finished two-thirds of the vegetables. Finally, he couldn't eat anymore and put down his chopsticks.
He wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth and said with lingering satisfaction, "If I hadn't been full, I could have finished all these dishes myself."
Liu Yifeng smiled and said, "I'll take you to the vegetable patch later. You can pick some fresh vegetables to take back for your family to try."
"Then I won't be polite," Du Ziheng replied. After so much interaction, they were not just business partners but also friends.
"By the way, how do you plan to sell these vegetables?" Du Ziheng asked.
After all, it was business, and it was better to clarify things. Only when both parties were satisfied could the cooperation be smooth.
Liu Yifeng thought for a moment and said, "A while ago, I sold them in town for five or six yuan per jin, and people were eager to buy them.
Since the consumption in the county town is higher, I plan to sell tomatoes for eight yuan per jin, and green beans, water spinach, and cucumbers for seven yuan per jin."
"Your price is more than four times higher than the market price!"
"It is indeed quite expensive. However, my vegetables not only taste good but also have very high nutritional value, containing various rich vitamins. They can not only solve the problem of children not eating vegetables but also supplement the nutrients they need.
Isn't that much better than them eating junk food? And many junk snacks on the market are not cheap.
This isn't me bragging about my vegetables; my vegetables can withstand all kinds of testing," Liu Yifeng listed the benefits of his vegetables one by one.
"Alright, we'll go with your prices.
However, I need to get a batch of vegetables to try out first. Then we can discuss the specific prices and sign a contract." He admitted the vegetables were very good, but everyone's acceptance varied.
A plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes in a restaurant only costs eight yuan. If a jin of tomatoes sells for eight yuan, the restaurant would have to sell at least thirty servings to make a 50% profit.
For ordinary families, this price would surely not be acceptable. It's not like crayfish, which are only eaten fresh in the summer.
But vegetables are different; they are eaten every day.
Who could afford to spend like this every day?
Therefore, he had to test the waters first and then negotiate the final price with Liu Yifeng based on the situation.
Liu Yifeng didn't say anything after hearing this; he understood Du Ziheng's concerns.
After the meal, Liu Yifeng went to the kitchen to clean up the dishes.
Liu Chunsheng had a habit of taking a nap every afternoon, so he went to his room to sleep after eating.
Du Ziheng followed Liu Yifeng to the kitchen. Looking at him washing the dishes, he smiled and said, "Brother Liu, you're not only good at making money but also skilled at housework. It's rare to find such a good husband for the home as you.
It's your wife's good fortune from her past life to marry you."
He didn't know about Tongtong's origin and always thought Tongtong's mother was working elsewhere.
Liu Yifeng explained with some embarrassment, "I... I don't have a wife yet!"
Although Yun Duo'er had given him a son, they hadn't gotten a marriage certificate, so they weren't legally husband and wife.
Moreover, she didn't acknowledge his status at all, and didn't even show up when Tongtong was sent over.
Naturally, he wouldn't delusionally consider her his wife.
Du Ziheng was greatly surprised by this statement, but he quickly realized that when Liu Yifeng said he didn't have a wife, he probably meant he was divorced.
After all, divorce wasn't uncommon these days.
He then said casually, "It's okay. With your qualifications, finding another good wife shouldn't be difficult. I'll keep an eye out for suitable candidates for you."
"Forget it. My current thought is to raise the child well. Whether I get married or not is irrelevant."
He had developed psychological trauma after seeing Lu Fei's interaction with his girlfriend last time.
Originally, the day after Qiangzi's son's tenth birthday banquet, they had planned to have drinks together outside. But because Tongtong accidentally spilled watermelon juice on Lu Fei's girlfriend, Lu Fei rushed back to his hometown city that night to buy her the same dress.
If you marry such a woman, you have to treat her like an empress. Any slight dissatisfaction would lead to chaos.
Anyway, he now had a son, so he didn't have to worry about not having an heir. His father wouldn't pressure him to get married, so he might as well stay single and be free.
"You're still so young. How can you not find a wife? Leave this to me. Don't worry, the girls I introduce to you will be of excellent character."
"Then I'll trouble you, Boss Du. If it works out, I'll give you a big red envelope," Liu Yifeng said, though he didn't take it too seriously. Such matters should happen naturally, without forcing them.
He couldn't just ignore Boss Du's good intentions, so he could only agree for now.
"You're still calling me Boss Du. You should call me Brother Du. But if you think I'm not worthy of that title, then pretend I didn't say anything," Du Ziheng said jokingly.
Liu Yifeng smiled and said, "What are you saying, Brother Du? It's only right for me to call you Brother!"
After washing the dishes, Liu Yifeng and Du Ziheng sat in the living room, enjoying the breeze from the electric fan, and chatted.
Tongtong, meanwhile, was drawing in the small study. During this period, he had earned over five thousand yuan from selling his paintings, which were all deposited into his savings passbook, untouched by Liu Yifeng.
Furthermore, he had deposited the money Tongtong had previously invested in him, along with the interest, totaling thirty thousand yuan.
He would continue to deposit money into it, until Tongtong turned eighteen, at which point he would have full control over the funds.
"Brother Liu, your son's painting skills are almost on par with a half-painter. His talent is too strong!" Du Ziheng said after learning that Liu Yifeng's son was drawing. He had gone in to take a look.
Initially, he thought it was just a child playing with paints.
But to his surprise, his paintings were several times better than the ones he had bought and hung on the wall.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that a boy under four years old could produce such mature brushstrokes.
"This child has a strong ability to learn. His paintings are indeed quite good; I'm ashamed of myself," Liu Yifeng said without modesty.
After all, his son's ability was evident to all. If it was good, it was good; if it wasn't, it wasn't.
To say it wasn't good when it was good would be excessive humility, which was a form of pride.
Moreover, with the child present, it was even more important for him, as a father, to acknowledge him, lest it dampen the child's confidence.
"It's more than just strong; it's extremely strong! My son is thirteen years old and has been studying painting for six years. His paintings are not even half as good as your son's.
He showed me his homework before, and I thought it was decent. Now, compared to your son, it's simply scribbles. I don't know how he learned." Du Ziheng looked frustrated, as if his son had failed him.
"You can't force these things. As adults, we shouldn't push our children too hard, or it will backfire," Liu Yifeng said.
Du Ziheng nodded helplessly, "I know. I asked him to learn painting not to become a painter, but simply to cultivate an interest.
By the way, your son is so young and draws so well. He must have guidance from a master, right?
I wonder if you could introduce him to me, so my son can learn from him as well."