"Didn't you go home?" He looked at Li Rou and found that her dress was a little different. She used to be more gentle, but now she is more lively.
Li Rou's tone was a little bad, "My godfather is sick and you didn't even tell me. If I hadn't called my godmother, I wouldn't have known about it."
"I was busy and forgot." Zhou Sheng could tell that Li Rou was unhappy.
Li Fang spoke for her son in time, "Li Rou, he is running back and forth between home and the hospital. He is really tired recently."
"Oh!" Seeing Li Fang walking down the steps, Li Rou forced a smile to ease the atmosphere.
Seeing that his father looked better and that there were two people taking care of him in the room, Zhou Sheng left.
In the corridor, Li Rou blocked Zhou Sheng's way, with a solemn look on her face.
Zhou Sheng looked at her with confusion on his face, "What's wrong?"
"Brother Sheng, you haven't seen me for so many days, don't you have anything to say to me?" Li Rou seemed a little aggrieved, as if she regarded Zhou Sheng as a heartless man.
Zhou Sheng thought about it seriously. He seemed to have nothing to say, so he shook his head.
Seeing this, Li Rou smiled bitterly, "Forget it, I don't have much hope for you either."
Then he turned around, raised his head, and held back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes.
Zhou Sheng stared at Li Rou's behavior in confusion. He really didn't understand what she wanted to express, so he asked, "What's wrong with you?"
He could feel that Li Rou was not happy, but he also thought that she was just having a minor mood and would be fine in a few days.
Li Rou adjusted her mentality, turned back to look at Zhou Sheng, and handed him a piece of paper, "This is the project information Li Buqin gave you. He said you need to review these."
Zhou Sheng took it and opened it to look at.
"I'm going to take care of my godfather." Li Rou left after saying this, looking much lonely.
Zhou Sheng frowned when he saw the progress of the project in the information, because Li Buqin wanted to cut down part of the trees around the project and fill part of the river with water to build houses, and it was impossible for him to agree.
When he first bought that piece of land, he thought of the original natural environment. If it was destroyed, the natural beauty would be lost. After all, he was taking a rural route.
It seems that he has to make a trip in the next few days to stop Li Buqin...
After Zhou Sheng returned to the village, he went to talk to several villagers who farmed crayfish about supplying crayfish.
When everyone heard that someone was willing to buy crayfish, or that they needed it for a long time, they naturally agreed. However, there was always a disagreement about the price. After all, the villagers wanted to sell the crayfish at a high price, and Zhou Sheng wanted to be a middleman and make some profits from it.
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"The price of seventy cents per kilogram is too low. If we can't sell it, we will lose money."
"Yes, I really can't sell it."
"Uncles and uncles, I know what you are thinking, but the market has not opened yet. If our price is too high, no one will buy it. If we raise too many crayfish and cannot sell them, that is also a problem. As the saying goes, small profits
If we sell more, our prices are lower, but we can still make money by selling large quantities." Zhou Sheng persuaded patiently.
"No, it's still too low."
"Can't do it."
The villagers looked at me and I looked at you, all discussing the price.
Zhou Sheng turned his eyes, thought for a while, and suggested: "We have to take a long-term view. I guarantee that the shipment volume will make everyone make money, and will allow the boss to purchase goods for a long time. When the boss's supply volume increases,
, I can continue to negotiate the price with the boss. Besides, if we lose money, we can cancel the source of supply at any time, and I can also help you make up for this shortfall. This is also my promise to you."
As soon as these words came out, all the villagers got into discussions.
Zhou Sheng didn't say much. He had already exhausted his words. Whether the villagers would agree or not still had to depend on their thoughts.