I Have A Space For Planting

Chapter 126, Little Leaf Rosewood

"Be careful~"

The next day, Zhang Cheng sent Zhao Shengnan back to the training camp.

But it's a pity that Zhao Shengnan didn't pay attention to this little man at all.

Now that her legs are weak, the amount of training today must be reduced a lot.

Watching Zhao Shengnan walk into the training camp without knowing it, Zhang Cheng was somewhat embarrassed.

But soon, Zhang Cheng happily hummed a little song, found a place to park the car, and then took the subway to the outskirts of the city.

He was going to sell the small-leaf red sandalwood he felled earlier, after all, it had been airing in the space of Tiancheng Realm for a long time.

I rented a warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

It is still similar to the simple flat-panel warehouse used by Zhang Cheng before.

As usual, I closed the door, drew the curtains, and made the room dark. I took a picture with my mobile phone and found no place reflecting red light. This means that there is no infrared camera in the room.

Then I picked up the flashlight I bought on the road, and searched around some places where the camera is easier to hide, but I didn't find any problems.

After it was almost confirmed that there was probably no camera in the warehouse, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and took out the small-leaf red sandalwood that had been cut down a while ago and had been drying for a long time in the Tianchengjie space.

The main trunk is more than 8 meters long, and it looks like 30 centimeters near the root of the tree, and it naturally becomes thinner as it goes up. When it reaches about 5 meters, it is basically only a dozen centimeters. The treetops further up are even thinner.

Moreover, the small-leaf red sandalwood produced in the space of Tiancheng Realm is also somewhat different from what Zhang Cheng checked on the Internet.

That is under the bark, and there is no white bark.

That is to say, the whole root is the core material?

But Zhang Cheng didn't know much about this thing. It was said that some small-leaf red sandalwood planted could grow thicker than his in less than a few decades.

Anyway, Zhang Cheng was confused.

But it didn't delay Zhang Cheng to make a few phone calls, first discussed with Mr. Yang Shuyang, and borrowed the backyard of his manor.

Then I talked to Mr. Yan Xuyan, Mr. Guan Daqiang, Mr. Bai respectively called during the day, and said that there was something that I wanted them to help palm the eye.

Then Zhang Cheng went to find a big truck, and even rented a small crane, and finally loaded the small-leaf red sandalwood onto the truck.

About two hours later, Zhang Cheng took a truck and came to the manor of Mr. Yang Shuyang.

Seeing Zhang Cheng's arrival, the staff in the manor who had been ordered to let the truck into the manor.

When the old men heard the movement, they all came out to see what was going on.

"Oh? Xiao Cheng, what good things did you get? It's such a big commotion." Guan Daqiang said with a blushing face.

Although 3 years of participation and 20 years of participation did not bring him back to youth, but it is not the old and weak look of the past.

It is precisely because of this that this man is so eager to buy 60-year-old ginseng from Zhang Cheng.

The truck backed up slowly, and then opened the compartment.

Small-leaf red sandalwood appeared in front of everyone.

If an ordinary person sees this ruddy wood, he might hesitate for a while, not quite knowing what it is.

But after all, the old men were well-informed, and they recognized at a glance that it turned out to be a high-quality small-leaf red sandalwood.

Especially the old man Yan Xuyan, he went directly to the back of the carriage and looked at him carefully.

Then there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Okay, good stuff! Xiao Cheng, I'll offer 25 million for this rosewood! Sell it to me!"

Hearing Mr. Yan Xuyan's bid, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but frowned, because the price far exceeded his expectations. After all, according to the information he read on the Internet, this piece of wood could sell for between 1 million and 1.3 million yuan. It should be pretty good.

Because generally speaking, lobular rosewood is about 600,000 to 800,000 per ton.

Although he hasn't weighed it specifically, it's about 1 ton, 1 and a half tons?

But why did Mr. Yan bid now? Don't you want to weigh it? And unexpectedly so fierce?

Hearing Zhang Cheng's question, Mr. Yan Xuyan laughed.

"Purple sandalwood, in recent years, 20 or 30 years of planting products are the mainstream, especially a lot of fake white leather dyes, but even those things, a ton can reach hundreds of thousands, and yours is It's an old material, and it's still a good old material." As he said, Mr. Yan looked at the small-leaf red sandalwood in front of him with affection.

He doesn't have many hobbies. Others like porcelain, calligraphy and painting, but he only loves small-leaf red sandalwood.

This is also the source of the saying that all the small-leaf red sandalwood in S city is here.

Although this is somewhat exaggerated, in fact it is about the same. Because someone shot rosewood lobular, the first thing that came to mind was his side.

And unless the wood is too bad, Mr. Yan will basically buy it.

As for whether the small-leaf red sandalwood in front of me is worth 25 million.

It can only be said that everyone has their own hobbies. After all, this piece of good material in front of me cannot be said to be unique. But it is extremely rare that it can grow as long as about 8 meters.

Because according to records, the thousand-year-old red sandalwood tree is about 8 meters by 10 meters.

Zhang Cheng was not in a hurry to decide whether to sell or not.

With the help of the staff here at Mr. Yang's manor, the small-leaf red sandalwood was unloaded.

After Zhang Cheng settled the freight with the truck driver, he looked at the small-leaf rosewood placed on the ground with cotton cloth under the careful movements of the staff.

The current situation made him scratch his head.

If you are careless and don't flash, things seem to be getting worse.

Zhang Cheng never expected that the small-leaf red sandalwood produced in the space of Tiancheng Realm would be so good, and Mr. Yan opened his mouth for 25 million.

Although speaking of it, if the 60-year-old ginseng is really sold, it can also sell for a lot of money. But there is still some gap with the sensation of small-leaf rosewood.

After all, there is one thing to say, ginseng is as big as a palm, and its size is three or two. Compared with the weight of lobular rosewood, which weighs more than 1 ton, the latter is obviously more attractive to people.

And as for ginseng, a sports bag can hold a lot of it, and it can be brought out from abroad, even without knowing where, and a guy as big as rosewood can attract a lot of attention wherever it appears.

In particular, several old men have tested it. The ginseng sold by Zhang Cheng is easier to be absorbed by the human body than ordinary ginseng. It does not mean that there is any difference in the type, or there is any problem. Or ginseng.

Suddenly, Zhang Cheng had an idea.

"Mr. Yan, wait a minute, I took out this thing to ask for something."

"Oh? What do you say, as long as the old man can do it, I will definitely do it for you." The old man Yan looked at the small-leaf red sandalwood in front of him with bright eyes.

Zhang Cheng was a little helpless, but he still smiled and said, "Recently, I want to find a plot of about 1,000 square meters in the city, and build a ten-story building for myself to live in."

"Xiao Cheng, this piece of wood can't be exchanged for a 1,000-square-meter plot." Hearing this, Mr. Yan said with a slight frown.

After all, for a plot of about 1,000 square meters in the city, the better road section would cost nearly 100 million, if it is the most prosperous one.

Oh hoo? Then it has to be auctioned off.

Although this small-leaf red sandalwood is very good, it is still far from the unit of 100 million.