The villagers came over.

The little girl shouted, "Grandpa, they are cotton merchants and profiteers!"

A villager in his sixties looked at Wang Lin and the others and shook his head: "They don't look like cotton merchants."

Zhou Boqiang smiled and said, "Brother, hello."

"Hello." The old farmer nodded, lowered the sprayer on his back, and asked, "What are you here to do?"

Zhou Boqiang handed over a cigarette and handed it to other villagers, saying, "Let's come and take a look at the cotton field."

"But I don't think you are cotton merchants."

"We are not cotton merchants, we are the upstream acquirers of cotton merchants."

Cotton mills do not come directly to the countryside to collect cotton, but purchase it through cotton merchants.

Zhou Boqiang is a factory manager. He usually deals with cotton merchants more and less with cotton farmers.

Each cotton farmer has a small number of plants in each household, so it is impossible to deal with the manufacturer directly, so he can only deal with cotton merchants. They are used to seeing the cotton merchants' faces and can recognize them at a glance.

He certainly doesn't look like a cotton merchant.

Zhou Boqiang said: "We belong to the textile factory."

If you tell the cotton farmer what to do with Shenshim Factory or Aixiu Group, others may not understand, but if you say a textile factory, the cotton farmer will naturally understand what you do.

The old farmer said: "You are from the factory? Now the factory is going to collect cotton directly?"

Zhou Boqiang smiled and said, "Let's come and see the market. The little girl said that cotton merchants are all profiteers, and it seems that the price difference between cotton merchants earning is very high!"

The old farmer said: "For businessmen, they also need to have a meal, which is understandable."

"How many acres of cotton did your family grow?"

"Five acres."

"Can you produce more than 1,000 kilograms of cotton?"

"It depends on the weather."

"The output is still too low. The state has stipulated that the price of cotton has been raised this year, and the purchase price of standard-grade leather roller cotton per 50 kilograms has reached about 325 yuan. That is, the price of cotton per kilogram of cotton per 50 kilograms of standard-grade leather roller cotton per 50 kilograms of standard-grade leather roller cotton last year was only 236 yuan. The increase this year is quite large, and the country can subsidize 20 yuan for every 50 kilograms of leather roller cotton. If you increase your five acres of land by one thousand kilograms, you will make money."

"Grow one thousand kilograms?" the old farmer and other villagers laughed, "Is this possible?"

Zhou Boqiang said: "Maybe! As long as there are good seeds."

The old farmer said: "Where do these good seeds come from?"

Zhou Boqiang pointed to Wang Lin beside him: "This is Mr. Wang Lin, and he is the boss of Aixu Group. This time we are here to support a cotton field in your local area, cultivate the best cotton seeds for planting, increase the yield per mu, and increase the income of cotton farmers."

"Are you selling cotton seeds?" the old farmer suddenly realized.

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Grandpa, we don't sell seeds, we can provide them with free seeds."

The old farmer said: "Free? Is there such a good thing in the world?"

Wang Lin said: "If there is a company that is willing to contract the cotton you produce, would you please?"

The old farmer said: "As long as the price is right, you can sell it to anyone."

Wang Lin said: "Are you willing to work with your salary? Or are you willing to grow cotton and sell it to us?"

The old farmer said: "It depends on which item has a higher income."

Wang Lin came here to understand the idea of ​​cotton farmers, and at the same time he also had to investigate the local cotton quality, yield per mu and other factors.

A villager put the hoe in his hand on the ground, and a few people sat on the hoe handle, chatting with Wang Lin while sucking the cigarettes from Wang Lin and the others.

Wang Lin and Zhou Boqiang sat down on a stone next to them.

Li Wenjuan and Guo Lingling are girls, so they can't sit on the ground casually, so they have to stand next to them.

Wang Lin and Zhou Qiangbo were both talkative people, and they talked endlessly with cotton farmers, and they chatted for half an hour. The two packs of cigarettes he carried were quickly finished.

After chatting, Zhou Boqiang said to Wang Lin: "The yield per mu of cotton is too low, and at least it must reach more than 400 kilograms per mu."

Wang Lin nodded calmly: "I heard from them that this is the case in this area. It seems that seed cultivation is also an urgent task. The best seed yield per mu can reach 800 kilograms, or even more than 1,000 kilograms!"

Zhou Boqiang said: "Wang Lin, if we can really cultivate cotton seeds with higher yields per mu, it would be a great thing that will benefit the country and the people."

Wang Lin said: "Let's look forward and run around Loudong today. We will still go back to the city to rest in the evening. We will go to other counties to see the situation tomorrow."

Zhou Boqiang said: "There has been a lot less cotton farmers in Loudong, which is related to the fluctuations in cotton prices. The changes in international cotton prices have also had a great blow to the confidence of our country's cotton farmers."

Wang Lin said: "International cotton prices may be cheaper, but we must not be greedy for this cheapness and cannot give foreigners a strategic material such as cotton to control. Not to mention foreign speculators, even domestic cotton merchants, we must prevent them from hoarding. Capitalists do not have any good intentions. They first defeat our cotton farmers with a low-price strategy, and then they can sell cotton at a high price, and can also control our cotton market."

Zhou Boqiang said: "This is the reason."

Wang Lin said: "After we have to go to the Zhongmang Institute in Anyang."

Zhou Boqiang smiled and said, "Hanmin told you? He used to work in a cotton farm and met many experts in the cotton field. These experts are now working in China Cotton Institute."

Wang Lin said: "Whether to cultivate cotton seeds with higher yields can rely on the scientific researchers of China Cotton Institute. Let's go!"

They and their group walked through the villages and towns in Loudong.

At noon, the sun was so sunny that Li Wenjuan took a umbrella. No matter where Wang Lin went, she would help him get an umbrella.

Li Wenjuan is really becoming more considerate and gentle to Wang Lin.

Her care and love for Wang Lin comes from sincerity.

But her love can only be buried deep in her heart, and she doesn't even dare to express it.

Last night, she almost told her secret in Wang Lin's room, but the girl's reserve and shyness finally made her unable to say it.

She could only turn her tenderness into care for Wang Lin.

At noon, Wang Lin and his friends came to a small town and ate some pasta. In the afternoon, they went to inspect the local cotton planting situation.

While in the car, Wang Lin and Zhou Boqiang chatted and said, "Mr. Zhou, the price of cotton has increased so much this year. If there were those who had reserved cotton before, wouldn't they make a big profit?"

Zhou Boqiang smiled and said, "This is for sure. Shenfang Factory has about a hundred tons of cotton, which will directly appreciate."

Wang Lin said: "Sometimes making money is that simple, it only takes one opportunity. The price of each pound of cotton is almost one dollar. A ton is 2,000 yuan, and a hundred tons can make 200,000 yuan! This is so easy to make!"

Zhou Boqiang said: "The problem is that the risk of hoarding cotton is also high. The international cotton price changes. No one knows when the price will rise. It also takes a certain cost to save so much cotton."

Wang Lin said: "So some people hype cotton futures."

Zhou Boqiang said: "We don't have a futures market yet, right?"

Wang Lin said: "Not yet. Even the stock exchanges in China are still preparing. I saw on the news not long ago that my country's first futures trading market is also underway. It will be established in Zhengcheng by the end of the year."

"The domestic economy is becoming more and more in line with the international community, which is a good thing," Zhou Boqiang said, "So I often say that this era must belong to your young people. Like our generation, it is difficult to understand stocks and futures."

Zhengzhou Commodity Exchange will be the first futures trading market in my country. Zhengzhou Commodity Exchange is engaged in agricultural product futures and has successively launched futures trading varieties such as wheat, mung beans, sesame, cotton yarn, peanut kernels. The varieties approved by the China Securities Regulatory Commission include futures varieties such as wheat, cotton, sugar, rapeseed oil, early indica rice, etc.

When Wang Lin thought of the huge price increase in cotton this time, he thought that the price of this futures was even more changeable than that of the stock market.

After an inspection, Wang Lin had a comprehensive understanding of the cotton planting situation in Loudong.

When he returned to the hotel in the evening, Wang Lin recorded the data collected today.

It is better to remember it than to have a bad pen. These data will be beneficial to Wang Lin's future formulation of cotton area policies.

Wang Lin recorded the relevant data and put down the pen and rest.

He walked to the window and lit a cigarette to smoke.

The weather was very good tonight, a crescent moon shone brightly in the sky, and the sky and the earth were covered in white.

There are not many high-rise buildings in Suzhou. From a distance, you can see the lights of thousands of houses shining together.

Li Wenjuan came to find him and asked him if he wanted to go out for a walk?

Seeing that the moonlit night was just right tonight, Wang Lin smiled and said, "Okay, let's go out for a walk."

He went to call Zhou Boqiang.

After all, Zhou Boqiang was old and ran outside for a day, with a sore waist and legs, and he said he wanted to rest.

Wang Lin called Guo Lingling and Uncle Zhong, and the four of them went shopping.

The most worth visiting at night in Gusu is of course Guanqian Street.

Wang Lin accompanied Shen Xue and Zhou Zuo, and came with Li Wenjuan tonight.

Li Wenjuan and Guo Lingling were both particularly interested in the things in the night market and walked over one stall after another.

Uncle Zhong followed them neither far nor near.

There are many kinds of cultural and creative products, porcelain, silk, embroidery shoes, folding fans, small handmade products, cheongsams, jewelry and other categories, as well as stalls selling fresh meat mooncakes and osmanthus rice wine. They are all things that women are interested in.

Wang Lin took a fancy to a folding fan and picked it up and looked at it.

The stall owner immediately introduced: "Comrade, this is a silk fan, which is handmade by us. It has a ancestral craft, which is particularly durable."

Wang Lin stood the fan on his palm, rubbed his fingers gently, and the fan opened with a loud bang.

When Li Wenjuan saw it, she couldn't help but say, "Brother-in-law, how did you open the fan? Teach me!"

Wang Lin smiled and said, "What's the difficulty? It's very simple. A smart person can learn it after taking a look. I'll try to show you again."

He closed the fan, held it in his palm, and rubbed his fingers, and the fan opened again.

Li Wenjuan smiled and said, "It's so cool! I'll give it a try!"

In Hong Kong martial arts movies, those elegant young men will slap them all. Everyone will hold a folding fan in their hands. With a slight shake, the fan will open. The movements look extremely free and easy, which has fascinated many female audiences.

Li Wenjuan was naturally surprised to see that Wang Lin knew this move.

She took the fan and held it in her hand, and also imitated Wang Lin's appearance. She rubbed it a few times, but the fan did not move at all.

"Brother-in-law, how did you open it?" Li Wenjuan acted coquettishly.

Wang Lin laughed and said, "This is the case, come and I will teach you."

He held Li Wenjuan's hand and taught her how to open the fan.

Li Wenjuan practiced several times and finally learned it, but the force of opening the fan is not high, the movement is not smooth, and she cannot make the banging sound when Wang Lin opened the fan.

She practiced a few more times, and in the last moment she used too much force, turning the fan in the wrong direction, and the entire skeleton of the folding fan was reversed and misplaced.

The stall owner was anxious as soon as he saw this: "Oh, do you buy it? It's easy to get rid of the fan when you play like this!"

Li Wenjuan said: "Huh? Not what you said just now. Is your fan very durable? How can you break it after playing?"

The stall owner said, "The fan is used to fan the air and cool it down. How can you play like this? Look at my fan! The fan is covered with skin! How can I sell it? You must buy this fan!"

Li Wenjuan said: "How can you make such a reason? Are you not buying and selling forcing me to do it?"

Wang Lin waved his hand: "Okay, how much does it cost?"

The stall owner said: "50 yuan."

Wang Lin was stunned, and his hands that were paying money suddenly stopped.

Although a fan is a silk fan, it is really expensive for 50 yuan.

However, Wang Lin has money and will not bother with the vendors. He was about to pay for it, but Li Wenjuan held his hand down: "Brother-in-law, he said it's fifty or fifty? Just like this little fan, he dared to ask for 50 yuan? It's so outrageous! I think it's at most five yuan!"

The price in Wang Lin’s mind is also up to five dollars.

But this fan was indeed so skinny by him and Li Wenjuan that the fan was lifted up. Although it could be sold after being glued, the main thing was to worry about it, so it was difficult to deal with it.

"Five dollars?" the stall owner sneered, "Two, are you travelers from other places? You don't know the value of our Su embroidery. How many workers do this fan surface require a worker to do well. The colors on it are all hand-embroidered. Look at the workmanship and look at this fan surface. Five dollars? Can you make it?"

Li Wenjuan said: "Why are you killing the black man? I thought we were from other places and it would be easy to bully? For five yuan, will you sell it? If you don't sell it, you will lose it! Brother-in-law, let's go!"

The stall owner shouted in a deep voice: "How can there be such a reason in the world? You broke my things and wanted to leave like this? Stop for me. You have to buy this fan today, and you have to lose money if you don't buy it!"

Li Wenjuan said: "Oh, you really dare to sell it? I won't buy it! What can you do? I've asked about the fans in other stalls before, and they only sell them for five yuan each! Yours sell for 50 yuan, aren't you robbing money?"

The stall owner said: "People are different from people, this fan is different from a fan! My fan is worth 50 yuan."

The main reason was that he saw that Wang Lin had to pay for it just now, so he would definitely not let them go.

If Li Wenjuan hadn't stopped him, Wang Lin would have bought it.

But Li Wenjuan is not easy to mess with. She doesn't want to spend money to buy a rotten fan.

"If you sell it for five yuan, I will buy it! If you sell it for fifty yuan? You dream!" Li Wenjuan said, "This fan is not broken either. I just got some skin here. If you use glue, don't sell it to others? I think you are just unreasonable! Let's go!"
Chapter completed!