Chapter 6 — The First Business Call
After hours of digging online, Yaswanth finally found the current market price for Safed Musli. His heart skipped a beat. The numbers on the screen looked almost unreal — tens of thousands of rupees per kilogram, depending on quality.
If I can sell even a small batch, it's a fortune…
Excitement bubbled in his chest. Without wasting time, he began scrolling through potential buyers. Most were private dealers, but then one entry caught his eye — a new pharmaceutical company, recently making waves in the industry. They specialized in herbal and Ayurvedic medicines.
Yaswanth dialed the number with trembling fingers.
Inside the Pharma Company Office
The phone rang in a quiet office. Seated behind a sleek glass desk, a woman picked it up. She was strikingly beautiful, with sharp eyes and an aura that made subordinates nervous to approach her. Even her calm, professional tone carried authority.
Her name was Ananya Mehta, the General Manager of the company. Though still in her early 30s, she was already known for her strong leadership and no-nonsense personality.
"This is Ananya Mehta, General Manager. Who's calling?" she asked briskly.
Taking a breath, Yaswanth introduced himself. "Hello, ma'am. I wanted to ask… does your company purchase medicinal plants like Safed Musli?"
Her tone softened slightly, but only a little. "We do. But understand this clearly — we don't waste time with small quantities. Unless you can provide a large batch, don't bother."
Yaswanth's mind raced. He quickly asked his system, System, can I replant Safed Musli using the seeds from the harvested batch?
The reply was immediate.
[Yes, Host. After calculation, the replanted seeds will yield approximately 500 kilograms of Safed Musli.]
Yaswanth almost dropped his phone. 500 kilograms?! That's insane!
Gathering courage, he spoke into the phone. "Ma'am, I already have about 500 kilograms ready."
There was a long silence. On the other end, Ananya's eyes widened, her expression breaking from calm professionalism into outright shock.
"Mr. Yaswanth," she said slowly, her voice suddenly serious, "do you realize what you're saying? Safed Musli is extremely difficult to cultivate. Even top farmers struggle to get small yields after a year of work. And you're telling me you already have 500 kilograms?"
Yaswanth hurriedly explained, "I understand it sounds unbelievable, but the plants are real. If you want, you can send someone to verify them. I'm in Chennai. Here's my address."
Ananya leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing. Her mind worked quickly. If what he says is true… this could be a breakthrough for our company. But is this boy a scammer, or a genius?
Finally, she spoke again. "Very well. I'll meet you in person. Bring proof. If the quality is as you claim, we can negotiate a price."
She suggested a coffee shop near his neighborhood, arranging the appointment for the very next day.
Yaswanth agreed immediately. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be there."
As the call ended, he sat back, his heart pounding in excitement. This wasn't just about exams or survival anymore.
This was the first step toward creating a business empire.