It's the harvest time of the year again, and the fertile black soil is rich in products. Even though the crops in the three eastern provinces only have one season, the output in one season is no less than two or even three seasons in Guan. Since the late Qing Dynasty allowed people to open up wasteland outside Guan, the vast territory of the three eastern provinces has
All the land has been cultivated.
In recent years, not only grain merchants within the customs, but also major foreign companies have focused their attention outside the customs, purchasing large amounts of grain and soybeans. With the attention of these foreigners, a new profession has been born, that is, a foreigner running errands
As compradors, they helped foreign companies purchase goods, and even opened shops and ran businesses themselves. This group of people quickly became rich.
Liu Wenxin is such a businessman, but strictly speaking, he is not a comprador. This guy is just a helper hired by the comprador. To put it simply, he is a slave of a slave. Of course, this is just what others say. Liu Wenxin himself never sees himself that way.
, compared to those mud-legged people, he is a truly successful person.
He is in charge of the soybean purchase in a county, which is a very profitable profession. After years of exploration, Liu Wenxin has mastered a whole set of techniques for robbing ordinary people, which is the business experience that he is proud of. This guy thinks he has it all figured out.
In order to find a way to make money, one county can no longer satisfy him.
After this year's work, he will be able to accumulate tens of thousands of dollars in his hands. Liu Wenxin is still working hard to learn Japanese, hoping that if he is appreciated by the Japanese, he can become a new comprador. In his eyes, that is the most glorious moment.
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"Master, many people are begging you to ask when the soybean harvest will begin this year. Everyone is waiting for it!"
Liu Wenxin sneered, and calmly picked up an Oriental cigarette. There was a half-exposed Japanese beauty painted on the cigarette box. Liu Wenxin's fingers slowly passed over it, with a trace of contempt in his eyes:
"Why are you so anxious? Have you forgotten the rules of previous years? We don't have to worry. Let those mud-legged people wait first. How long can they stay in the county town after they come from afar? As long as they can't stand it any longer, give them some money.
Didn't they just sell it? We have money in our hands these days, we are the uncles, and those idiots are all the grandsons!"
Liu Wenxin proudly talked about his business experience. Every year, these guys do not announce the specific acquisition time, so the ordinary people have to rush over early and wait hard in order to sell for a good price. This is a catfight.
It's a game of mice. After the farmers' patience is exhausted to the limit, these compradors will come out to lower the prices. They will take a bite and earn a little more money.
After finishing speaking, Liu Wenxin let out a strange laugh, and the housekeeper also smiled evilly and raised two thumbs up: "Master, do you want me to say that you are smart? These idiots are just despicable, don't worry about them. Little one.
There is one more thing I want to ask you for. This year, the Japanese did not send money to purchase soybeans, and we do not have enough cash on hand. Do you think we need to borrow some money?"
"No!" Liu Wenxin waved his hand proudly: "Master, I have a new idea. We won't give cash this year. Just take a piece of white paper, write down the amount of money, and give it to those idiots.
When we are in a better mood, we will give them the money. If the master is in a bad mood and suppress him for a year or two, what will they dare to say?"
"Master, aren't you doing this with nothing? I'm afraid those mud-legged people won't agree. They are still pointing to this money to celebrate the New Year!"
"San, you are just too stupid. We should have nothing to do with their life or death. If it doesn't work, we will discount the price and give them 30% in cash. In short, it will be enough if they don't starve to death. The remaining 70% will be given to me. I don't believe it."
They can turn the world upside down. In the entire three northeastern provinces, besides the Japanese who buy large quantities of soybeans, who else will buy them? They have to sell them whether they want to sell them or not. If you are not happy, go to the Japanese!"
Liu Wenxin said proudly, and the third butler couldn't help laughing. These two guys looked extremely proud.
"Master, according to previous years, there have been many mud-legged people pushing carts here. Do we need to see them?"
"Okay, let's go and see now. When they can no longer hold on, let's start purchasing again. Remember, the price this year will have to be suppressed. The maximum price per load cannot exceed 2.6 yuan."
In Shanghai and other places, the price of a load of soybeans is basically between five and six yuan, which is very stable. The price of soybeans shipped from the three northeastern provinces is also four to more than four and a half yuan. The huge price difference in the middle is swallowed up by these layers of compradors.
Yes, of course the Japanese ate the big head, they just drank the soup along with it.
Liu Wenxin walked struttingly on the street with a figure-footed step. People on both sides who saw him nodded frequently and kept calling him Master Liu respectfully. This greatly satisfied Liu Wenxin's vanity.
In a blink of an eye, he passed a teahouse, and the sound of opera singers was coming from inside. It was babbling and very pleasant. Liu Wenxin stopped for a moment, and the third butler also smiled and asked: "Master, do you want to listen to the opera?"
Well, let’s go in now.”
"What's the point of listening to an opera? Master, I just want to see the opera singers!"
"Then there's no problem. Master, let me tell you, these actors are all despicable. As long as you throw out the money, they will leave and come to your arms obediently. They will be absolutely obedient and honest. Why don't you go in now?
For your sake, Mr. Liu, they still come to your arms obediently!"
Liu Wenxin thought for a while and said: "No need, sir. I am a person with great ambitions. I cannot be unclear with them. San, don't you know what I am thinking? We will never be Japanese in this life, but if
If you can marry a Japanese woman, isn't that a Japanese son-in-law? A son-in-law is half a son, and with a Japanese father-in-law, wouldn't we have face wherever we go?"
"Congratulations, sir!" The third child couldn't help but compliment: "Sir, you are really the reincarnation of Zhuge. You have expected such things. It is such a clever plan. I am ashamed of myself."
The pair of master and servant complimented each other and came to the outside of Dongguan City. In previous years, this was the place where soybeans were purchased. Liu Wenxin looked at the open space in front of him and said with a smile: "Three, there was an old bad guy here last year who couldn't stand it."
It's so cold that I'm freezing to death. A few stupid boys want to trouble me and force me to collect the soybeans in advance. Do you think this rule can be broken? Master, I just wanted to freeze them all to death in a fit of anger. But
In the end, I thought that God was kind enough to save lives, so I collected all their soybeans, otherwise I don’t know how many people would have froze to death!"
"How can I say that the master is kind-hearted? You are the reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva!" The third child said this without any shame. He looked around and said with some doubts: "Master, what's going on this year?"
What's wrong? No one came?"
Liu Wenxin was also a little puzzled. He looked around with a pair of rat eyes. But he found nothing. It was empty and there was no waiting farmer. Now he was a little panicked. Could it be that there was no harvest of soybeans this year? How could there be no common people?
Woolen cloth!
While he was looking around, more than twenty ox carts appeared in the distance. They were creaking and coming towards us from a distance. When he saw this scene, Liu Wenxin finally showed a proud smile: "I said
If they don’t come and sell to us, will they still have a way to survive?”
While they were joking, the people's oxcart procession approached them, and Liu Wenxin walked over with long strides. He waved to the farmer who was walking in the front.
"Old man, just stop here. This year's acquisition hasn't started yet, so we are all waiting patiently. Don't run around, otherwise you will miss the opportunity and you will have no place to cry!"
As he spoke, Liu Wenxin laughed loudly and became extremely arrogant. The old farmer looked at him and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong with you? Notices have been posted in the countryside saying that soybeans will be harvested today. What's wrong with you?"
Tell us you won’t accept it?”
"Old man, what are you dreaming about? Which year when you were harvesting soybeans did you tell the time? I think you were kicked in the head by a donkey. You are so crazy!"
"How dare you curse?" The old farmer looked angry. At this time, a group of oxcarts came from the other direction. The leader was also a farmer in his forties or fifties. He looked like the village chief. He also
I met Liu Wenxin, walked a few steps, and said to the old farmer: "Brother, don't listen to his nonsense. We don't have to sell to this guy this year. There are other people buying soybeans at a better price, and we don't have to suffer and wait!"
When Liu Wenxin heard this, he frowned and snorted in his nose: "Are you still awake from sleep? Besides Mr. Liu, who else can buy soybeans? Aren't you dreaming?"
While he was talking, a team walked out of the city gate, led by a middle-aged man in his thirties, dressed like a bookkeeper.
He walked in front of all the farmers and bowed his hands: "Fellow villagers, under the entrustment of the Fengtian government, Fengtian Trading Company has officially begun to purchase soybeans. Each load of high-quality soybeans is worth three yuan. It is a cash transaction and the money and goods will be cleared. Don't be anxious.
, line up here, and then someone will take you over to weigh you, and then take the withdrawal slip to the special service window of Fengtian Bank, and you can withdraw the money. Everyone can rest assured, we will collect as much as you have!"
As soon as these farmers heard the news, they all put their hearts in their stomachs, with joyful smiles on their faces. They quickly lined up the team. The first bullock cart entered the city gate. Turning to the left, it was where the soybeans were purchased.
At the warehouse, there are staff who take the farmers there to check the quality of the soybeans, weigh the soybeans, calculate the price, and issue a withdrawal slip.
After confirming that it was correct, the old farmer took the withdrawal slip to the cash withdrawal office of Fengtian Bank 200 meters away, handed in the withdrawal slip, and immediately a stack of brand new withdrawal slips came into his hands.
He sold a total of 1,500 kilograms, which is 15 dan, at 3 yuan per load, and received a total of 45 yuan. If in previous years, the price had been kept low, he would have suffered a loss during the weighing, and the same
Soybeans, if you can get them in your early thirties, you will have to burn high incense. Now there are about half more soybeans. How can this farmer be unhappy?
"Fellow, you can withdraw the money directly from this withdrawal slip. If you are not in a hurry to use it, you can also deposit it in the bank. The interest will be calculated for you every day. You can withdraw it whenever you want!"
"No, no, it's better to get the money in your hands, it will make you feel at ease!"
The staff also understood the mentality of these farmers and smiled kindly. The farmer took the money and left Dongguan in the blink of an eye. It did not take more than twenty minutes. At this time, the follow-up explanations also poured in.
Proceeding in an orderly manner.
Seeing more and more farmers selling their soybeans to Fengtian Trading Company, Liu Wenxin saw this and his eyebrows stood up. Wasn't this trying to steal his own business? This guy rushed in with great strides.
"What on earth do you do? Do you know the rules? In previous years, our family bought these soybeans. Why do you get involved this year? You don't even ask. Who am I working for? Behind me are Japanese people. They are made by the Nissin
Oil factory!”
"I don't care who you are. If you interfere with our normal work again, I will send you to prison. Also, I tell you, stop using the Japanese to scare us. There is freedom of buying and selling. The Japanese have nothing to do with it!"
Several guards responsible for maintaining order rushed over, picked up Liu Wenxin, threw him aside like a chicken, and threw him to the ground.
Many old farmers who delivered soybeans knew him. Seeing how embarrassed this guy was, the resentment in his heart was finally vented, and he couldn't help but applaud and laugh! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!