Chapter 17: Are you stealing money?

Birch wood is perhaps rare elsewhere.

But here in the Northeast, birch wood covers the mountains and fields, basically worthless.

However.

Li Jiaci, however, didn't care about that.

Even a smile appeared on his face: "If it weren't birch wood, I wouldn't want it."

Ah?

Li Yihu and the others, hearing this, all looked startled.

They also couldn't quite figure out what medicine Li Jiaci was selling from his gourd.

Selling birch wood in the Northeast—what's the difference from selling coal at a mine entrance? Isn't that just pure stupidity?

And how could Li Jiaci not know what they were thinking?

But he couldn't very well tell everyone that he was a reborn person, that he had long known the government would soon introduce a new forest protection law, and that the purpose of that law was precisely to target the reckless logging in the Northeast, could he?

"Alright, everyone, don't overthink it."

"Brother, since you've promised to bring us big money and a good life, you'll surely do it."

"Now, everyone, get moving!"

Li Jiaci ordered: "Old Three, Old Four, Old Six, go count how many pieces of timber we have."

"Chu Qiang, you and Yihu drive back to the city together."

"Find everyone you know and spread the word that we have birch wood."

The few of them exchanged glances.

Although they still didn't quite understand Li Jiaci's approach.

But they had no major doubts and immediately acted on Li Jiaci's instructions.

Li Jiaci casually lifted the rain tarp covering the timber beside him.

Seeing the neatly arranged timber inside, the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled into a high arc.

These timbers.

Are the key to whether they can rise up next.

And that huge fortune has already loomed before their eyes.

……

In the following days.

Several people ate and stayed at Lu San's timber factory.

According to Li Jiaci's arrangement, Zhang Chuqiang and Li Yihu two of them spread the news around.

The remaining few stayed in the timber factory, simply sorting those timbers by quality grade.

And seeing Li Jiaci's practiced way of picking timber, Liu Jiang couldn't help but feel surprised.

"Brother!"

"When did you get so good at understanding wood?"

Li Jiaci stared, and an unconsciously bitter smile appeared on his face.

"This is a long story…"

In his previous life, he led Li Yihu and Zhang Chuqiang to flee to Three Sides Slope.

Because he was unfamiliar with the land, he was directly swindled by human traffickers into a primitive forest controlled by local militias to work as a lumberjack, and it was then that he learned how to discern wood quality and grade.

Recalling those days when he had to work with a gun pressed to his head every day, Li Jiaci couldn't help but feel his heart race.

"Yo!"

"Brother, what are you guys busy with?"

Just then, Lu San, who hadn't shown up in a long time, walked in from outside.

He glanced left and right, smiling and said, "Brother Jiaci, how much timber have you sold?"

"Not much."

Li Jiaci casually said, "Just about ten thousand cubic meters!"

Lu San froze, then chuckled: "Brother Jiaci, you really like to joke—my factory only has twelve hundred cubic meters of timber total, where would there be ten thousand?"

"Can't you still see it?"

Li Jiaci patted the stack of timber beneath him and said, "These are all newly arrived goods."

Upon hearing those words.

Lu San also inwardly despised Li Jiaci severely.

Although he hadn't been in the workshop these days, he had roughly heard about what was going on here.

They've been here for a full five days, and not a single person has come to look at the timber.

"Of course."

This is also something he had anticipated.

If it weren't because the current timber market is poor.

He also couldn't possibly sell him all that timber at such a low price in one go.

But looking at the current scene, these timbers returning to his hands is just a matter of time.

Thinking of this.

Lu San's heart also swelled with excitement.

Not losing a single piece of timber, and still making thirty thousand—this is literally a pie falling from the sky.

However, although he thought that in his heart, he didn't say it out loud.

Seeing him grinning, he said to Li Jiaci, "Since that's the case, I ought to congratulate you properly, Brother Ji. If you make a fortune in the future, you should also think of your younger brother—your younger brother isn't greedy; just having him drink a bowl of soup will do."

Sure thing, sure thing.

Li Jiaci naturally knew he had come just to watch the excitement.

But he didn't feel angry at all; in fact, he found it rather amusing.

He only hoped that after a few days, this guy wouldn't regret his decision back then.

It was also at this time.

Outside came a sudden screech of brakes.

Immediately afterward, Li Yihu and Zhang Chuqiang led in a pot-bellied middle-aged man from outside.

"Zhang Brother!"

"This is our factory; all our timber is here."

Li Yihu chuckled and said to the middle-aged man, "Take a look—how much do you intend to buy?"

The middle-aged man pushed up his wire-rimmed glasses, glanced left and right, then asked, "How do you sell your timber?"

Without waiting for Li Yihu to reply,

Li Jiaci, sitting on the stack of lumber, loudly said, "Top grade: five hundred, high grade: four hundred, medium: three hundred, slightly lower: two hundred!"

"What?"

Everyone on site hearing the price stared with wide eyes.

"No, Brother Ji."

"You don't do business like that."

Lu San whispered from the side, "One hundred fifty per cubic meter is the current market's highest price."

"I know."

Li Jiaci looked at him and said, "But I'm going to sell at five hundred—any problem?"

"Well..."

Lu San was at a loss for words.

But upon further thought, it didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

After all, that guy had already paid him, so for now the timber had nothing to do with him.

Moreover, to him, Li Jiaci would do best to charge a thousand per cubic meter, so as to scare off everyone coming to buy timber.

Then he could justifiably swallow Li Jiaci's thirty thousand and take back his own goods intact.

He should also think carefully about what to do if Li Jiaci couldn't sell the timber and wanted to back out.

That guy is a troublemaker; if he resorts to force, I'd be the one to suffer……

At the same time.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged fat man nicknamed Zhang Brother also realized what was happening.

"Five hundred per cubic meter, and still top grade?"

The fat man said, "Are you trying to rob me of money?"

"This is the price for my timber."

"If you don't want it, you can leave now."

Li Jiaci said, "Moreover, I'm not afraid to tell you that if you come back in a few days, I might raise the price even higher."

"You..."

The fat man suppressed a breath, then with a grim face said to Li Yihu beside him, "Little brother, I came out of respect for you, but is this how you treat people? Are you just playing me?"