OFR – Chapter 281 A huge sum of money of 30 billion

Zhang Fengyi was a businessman, so from a business standpoint, he had expected that after expressing his intent to buy all the wild ginseng in bulk, the shopkeeper on the other side would surely be delighted.

After all, any merchant lists their products with the goal of selling them.

Being able to sell everything in one go would save time and effort, which was naturally ideal.

But what surprised him was that the reply he received from the shopkeeper was a counter-question.

And within that response, there was not a trace of joy—rather, a clear hint of surprise.

Leng: “All of them? Are you sure?”

Zhang Fengyi, who was already over fifty years old and had built his empire from scratch, had encountered all kinds of people throughout his life. His insight and experience were far beyond the average.

So without needing to think too hard, he immediately sensed the trace of surprise in the shopkeeper’s words.

And it was precisely that hint of disbelief that gradually wiped away the calmness on his face, replacing it with a look of astonishment.

Because that surprise also carried a subtle undertone of doubt.

Yes—disbelief!

The owner of the “Rare Treasure Pavilion” didn’t believe that he had the financial strength to purchase their entire stock of ginseng.

His near four-star user status was right there for all to see, and he had clearly explained his purpose and intention, proving he wasn’t just speaking casually.

Yet the other party still didn’t believe him!

What did that imply?

Zhang Fengyi knew—unless the shopkeeper was joking, this meant their inventory of wild ginseng likely far exceeded what he had imagined.

His intuition also vaguely warned him that he might have underestimated the situation.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the shopkeeper’s next message arrived.

Leng: “I just took a quick look at the inventory. Currently, we have about 300 premium wild ginseng roots and more than 170 super-premium ones. If you want all of them, of course you’re very welcome.”

Three hundred premium wild ginsengs. Over 170 super-premium ones.

Honestly, if we calculate just the premium ones at 45 million RMB each, that alone amounted to nearly 14 billion RMB.

Adding in the more expensive super-premium ginsengs…

The total value was now approaching, or even exceeding, 30 billion RMB—a staggering figure.

30 billion RMB!

Even someone like Zhang Fengyi—Anxi City’s wealthiest man and one of the top three richest individuals in northern China—couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.

30 billion RMB. Calling that amount terrifying was not an exaggeration.

Even for Longyun Pharmaceuticals, which was listed in the Americas and valued at 900 billion, this kind of money would be incredibly difficult to raise quickly.

So after several deep breaths and nearly one or two minutes, Zhang Fengyi finally steadied his emotions with sheer willpower.

Then, with a bitter smile, he responded to the shopkeeper:

“I apologize, my friend. I overestimated myself. I didn’t expect you to have so many premium ginsengs. Right now, I can only gather 15 billion in cash. Would it be okay if we do a partial transaction first? I promise, once I free up more liquidity, I’ll return to purchase the rest. I swear on my decade-long reputation on Black Sky Net that I will not go back on my word.”

In the quiet of night, aside from a few obedient and sweet-looking secretaries nearby, no one else was present.

So no one in the real world would ever know that Zhang Fengyi—the most powerful man at the helm of Longyun Pharmaceuticals and a titan in northern China—had unconsciously begun using honorifics during a simple conversation with a small online shopkeeper.

Honorifics might just be polite expressions in everyday life.

But at Zhang Fengyi’s level, they were rarely used except in public or formal appearances to maintain image.

Due to their status and power, people like him seldom addressed anyone with such respect.

Yet now, Zhang Fengyi did.

If outsiders had seen this, it would have been truly shocking.

But then again, a person who could casually sell ginseng worth 30 billion RMB… certainly deserved to be addressed with respect.

For the rest of the conversation, he spoke very earnestly with the Rare Treasure Pavilion’s shopkeeper.

And after a while, the shopkeeper sent him a discount offer.

Zhang Fengyi thought for a moment, and then made a decision—one that would shock the entire Longyun Pharmaceutical Group the next day.

“Alright, Shopkeeper Leng. Let’s go with what you said. Tonight, I’ll buy out your entire batch of ginseng. Total price at an 85% discount. I’ll begin raising funds now. Rest assured, the money will be in your account within three hours!”

Yes, the discount offered by the Rare Treasure Pavilion had tempted him to change his mind.

An 85% price on a 30-billion-yuan batch of ginseng—it didn’t take a genius to see how much value that saved.

After sending the message, Zhang Fengyi immediately got up from his soft and comfortable bed.

Still wearing a white bathrobe, he quickly changed into his usual black corporate suit.

Then, with a level of seriousness he had never shown before, he sternly ordered the confused secretaries on the bed:

“Now. Immediately gather all the financial staff of Longyun Pharmaceuticals for a meeting at the company.”

“Huh? Mr. Zhang, it’s already the middle of the night. Do you mean right now? The Finance Department has always been under Director Yun’s control. Should we call him too?”

A very beautiful secretary looked confused about the midnight emergency meeting.

But within seconds, her confusion vanished, replaced by complete submission.

Because at that moment, she sensed from Zhang Fengyi an unprecedented seriousness and dominance that brooked no opposition.

“I said everyone! You may tell the entire Finance Department clearly—no matter who they are, no matter their position or rank, I expect the entire department assembled in the conference room within an hour. Otherwise, they’ll bear the consequences.”

Zhang Fengyi’s tone left no room for doubt, carrying a pressure and authority that no one dared disobey.

The three secretaries quickly sensed the overwhelming force in his voice.

They wasted no time, swiftly getting dressed and making nonstop calls to all Finance Department personnel.

“Hello, Director Yun? Mr. Zhang wants you at the company now for a meeting.”

“Now? At this hour? What kind of emergency meeting has to happen now? Why didn’t I get any notice? Let’s talk tomorrow—tonight’s really not convenient.”

“Sorry, I’m just the messenger. You can ask Mr. Zhang for details when you arrive. Also, here’s his exact instruction: Whoever doesn’t come, no matter who they are, will bear the consequences. Good night, Director Yun.”

After a pause, Director Yun’s voice finally returned—this time much more solemn:

“Alright. Tell Mr. Zhang—I’ll be at the company in 40 minutes.”

Soon after, the secretaries’ phones were filled with reply after reply from high-ranking finance staff—each one showing total obedience and not daring to object.

Because no one understood better than they did the weight behind Zhang F.