「On the high-speed train.」
Li Xu's seatmate was a talkative, middle-aged businessman.
After a brief conversation, Li Xu learned that the man's name was Li Da, and he was the head of a local sour jujube processing company in Xingtai.
The topic of sour jujubes really got Li Da talking.
But his expression was one of helplessness and anxiety more than anything else.
"Young man, you have no idea. This year's sour jujube market is completely insane!"
Li Da took a dried sour jujube from his bag and handed it to Li Xu. "Look at this little thing here. In past years, the purchase price for the best quality red ones was only five or six yuan a pound. But now? I don't know which investors are speculating, but the price has just skyrocketed. For a single pound of red sour jujubes, the farm-gate price has been driven up to over ten yuan. I've been processing sour jujubes for over twenty years, and I've never seen prices this high. A lot of people have gotten completely carried away."
