My basement connects to another world.

Chapter 53 Agency

Chapter 56 Agency

Jiang Yuan woke up at three o'clock in the afternoon.

He reached for his phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up, revealing more than a dozen missed calls and text messages.

I knew who it was without even looking at the caller ID. The text message was new, and when I opened it, the content was quite sincere:

Mr. Jiang, I am truly sorry. I did not think things through yesterday. I came to your door without thinking and disturbed your family. I did something inappropriate.

If it's convenient, I hope to have the opportunity to apologize to you in person and discuss cooperation. I'm very sorry for any offense caused.

I didn't post anything else after that.

Perhaps afraid of angering him by calling too often, she dared not dial again, and only dared to send this short message cautiously to test the waters.

Jiang Yuan put his phone aside, got up, and washed his face.

After ignoring the other person for most of the day, his anger subsided considerably.

Thinking about it carefully, although Wang Xueqing's uninvited visit was somewhat offensive, he handled the situation reasonably well.

If I want to sell my ointment openly and legitimately, I really need someone with connections to handle it.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up his phone and sent a text message.

Half an hour later, Jiang Yuan met Wang Xueqing and Secretary Zhou on the second floor of a tea restaurant in town not far from the old house.

When he arrived, the two were already sitting in a booth by the window, waiting.

On the table was a pot of chrysanthemum tea. In the transparent glass pot, several dried chrysanthemums had unfurled as they steeped, and the tea had become rather pale, indicating that someone had been waiting for quite some time.

Upon seeing Jiang Yuan come upstairs, Secretary Zhou immediately stood up, his face beaming with a smile, and greeted him warmly, "Mr. Jiang, this way."

Wang Xueqing also stood up, his eyes lit up, and a relieved expression appeared on his round face.

Jiang Yuan walked over unhurriedly and sat down opposite him.

The waiter, with sharp eyes, immediately came over with a teacup to pour tea, but he waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it.

His gaze fell on the short, stout man opposite him, and he said, "This is Chairman Wang?"

"It's an honor to meet Mr. Jiang." Wang Xueqing nodded with a smile, then took the initiative to lower his posture and did not address him as "brother".

"Mr. Jiang, please don't take yesterday's matter to heart. We were just looking for you in a hurry, and we acted rashly and inappropriately."

Jiang Yuan didn't respond to this question, remaining noncommittal.

Secretary Zhou, observing the situation from the side, cleared his throat and took over the conversation.

He decided to try appealing to emotions first: "Mr. Jiang, I've personally tried your ointment. I've had that old injury on my shoulder for years, it hurt so much I couldn't even turn over."

"After using your medicine, I haven't been able to turn over in my sleep for days, it's so comfortable!"

He paused, then changed the subject, his tone sincere: "However, what I want to tell you today is not just this."

Wang Xueqing, standing nearby, said seriously, "Mr. Jiang, I won't lie to you, the value of your prescription is astonishing."

He went to the old house yesterday but found it empty. After returning home, he decided to give it a try and applied the remaining ointment that Secretary Zhou had used.

Although he didn't have the same occupational injuries as Secretary Zhou, he was getting old and had a lot of health problems, especially his back, which ached so much after sitting for a long time that he couldn't straighten up.

With just a little bit of ointment, less than fifteen minutes after applying it, the aching and heaviness in my waist that had plagued me for years disappeared by more than half.

He sat on the sofa, stunned, for a full minute.

He had initially exaggerated the effects of the ointment, but it turned out he had underestimated them.

Not to mention those football and tennis players, meniscus wear and tear, Achilles tendon strain—which athlete doesn't have a few old injuries?

Among the CEOs he knows, a lot of them have back problems, frozen shoulder, or degenerative joint diseases, and they all spend money like water on treatment.

Various renowned doctors, imported drugs, and physiotherapy equipment are spent hundreds of thousands or even millions of yuan a year, but the results are just so-so.

He understood almost instantly:

This ointment is so easy to sell that as long as you can hold it in your hand.

The favors and connections those CEOs made are far more valuable than the money they spent.

"So what you mean is?" Jiang Yuan leaned back in his chair, feigning ignorance.

Since he's here today, it means he's already made up his mind.

Cooperation is possible.

The fact that the other party didn't make any more harassing calls shows that they knew their limits.

He himself did indeed face the same issue the other party mentioned on the phone: qualifications.

A significant portion of the ingredients in the ointment come from another world; who knows what modern instruments can detect?

Although traces of magic or magical elements may not be detectable.

Instead of spending your time selling the drugs yourself, it's better to find a well-connected agent to handle these trivial matters.

"Cooperation." Wang Xueqing leaned forward slightly, trying to keep his tone calm: "Qualification approval, packaging design, channel promotion—we'll handle all of that. You just focus on shipping. The profits will be split 60/40; you get 60%, we get 40%. All the initial investment is our responsibility; you don't need to bear a single penny of risk."

That sounds fair.

But Jiang Yuan simply shook his head. "Eight-two. I get eight, you get two."

Wang Xueqing's smile faltered for a moment.

He instinctively wanted to bargain, but when he met Jiang Yuan's calm eyes, he swallowed the words back.

Jiang Yuan didn't give him time to process the proportions and continued, "This ointment is personally prepared by me, and production is limited. We can only provide ten portions per week, which is five hundred patches."

Five hundred patches? Wang Xueqing quickly did the math in his head.

It wasn't much, but it was within his expectations.

Something this effective would be a miracle if it could be mass-produced.

Five hundred posts may seem like a small number, but it's more than enough to cater to the high-end market.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, eighty-two it is. What's the price?"

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but glance at him again.

The other party agreed to this ratio even more readily than he had expected. As expected of a seasoned veteran, his ability to assess the situation was quite impressive.

In reality, Wang Xueqing didn't not want to bargain; he just didn't dare to gamble.

Jiang Yuan's confident and fearless demeanor gave him a strong intuition.

If he dared to haggle, the other party would simply walk away. He didn't dare take that risk; compared to losing the deal, a 20% profit was a small price to pay.

Jiang Yuan looked at him and suddenly smiled: "I was just joking with you. Six thousand per patch, I don't care how many you sell. Cash on delivery."

There was a moment of silence in the booth.

Secretary Zhou, who had been standing to the side without daring to interrupt, suddenly paused, his hand holding the teacup almost spilling the tea.

Six thousand per post? That's five hundred posts a week, that's three million!

He couldn't help but mentally calculate his net salary; it would take him ten years of work to earn that much.

And this young man made three million in just one week?

Wang Xueqing fell silent, but this was a unique business with no competitors.

He raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Fine. Three million. But I have one condition: it must be exclusive. Your plasters cannot be sold through any other channels."

"Okay." Jiang Yuan nodded. He wasn't planning to sell more, mainly because he hadn't figured out the future development yet.

Wang Xueqing picked up the teacup in front of him and brought it to his lips, only to find that the tea inside had gone cold.

He didn't finish the glass of herbal tea in one gulp. He stood up and extended his hand to Jiang Yuan: "Pleasure doing business with you."

Jiang Yuan stood up and shook hands with him.

I'll bring the medicine over tomorrow. With this three million every week, there will be so much more I can do.

For example, we could start by setting up a grain processing plant.

Although the future industrial development plans for Blue Star have not yet been finalized.

However, issues such as food supplies in the other world, territory development, and security measures for old houses can all be resolved one by one.

Jiang Yuan released his grip and turned to leave.

The sound of footsteps faded into the distance on the wooden stairs.

Wang Xueqing sat back down in his chair, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and let out a sigh of relief.

Secretary Zhou remained seated, still in a daze.

His mind was buzzing.

Then those ointments he used—wouldn't they be worth at least three or four hundred thousand?

The thought of that number made his heart ache.

Wang Xueqing leaned back in his chair, squinting as he silently calculated in his mind.

Five hundred patches, purchased for three million, each patch costing six thousand.

Packaging, qualification approval, and bribing officials—it'll take another million or so to cover all these miscellaneous expenses.

In summary, a price of eight or nine thousand per patch would be appropriate. After deducting all costs, there would be only about 10% profit left.

In any other business, he wouldn't even glance at a 10% profit margin.

But this one is different.

He spends hundreds of thousands of yuan annually on the archery association. What is he after?

It's just connections!

Now that they have this unique ointment in their hands, those important figures who are usually impossible to invite have finally had a chance to get close to them.

With connections, how can you not make money?

Wang Xueqing picked up the pot of chilled chrysanthemum tea on the table, poured himself another cup, and squinted his eyes slightly.

Besides, it seems his profit margin isn't high right now, but the other party is just a college student. What good is being shrewd?

There's still plenty of time.