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Chapter 157 The unscrupulous profiteer lowered the price and successfully harvested the corn

"Haha, let's talk about the future later!" Li Fuwang obviously didn't believe that a small fortune-making company could solve the wife problem.

After leaving Jinshan Town and entering the boundary of Zhaizi Village, you can see a lot of fresh corn piled on both sides of the road, some of which have not even been unpacked.

The two men's eyes were filled with tears. Li Fuwang acted as if he had never seen the world before and said excitedly: "Biaozi, look, there are so many corns!"

Zhang Dabiao couldn't laugh or cry, "I saw it, let's turn on the speaker and start listening."

Zhang Dabiao borrowed the big speaker from the village canteen. He was tinkering with it when he heard Li Fuwang mutter: "It's strange, you say. There are so many feed factories in this famous town, and the growers go to the feed factories themselves."

, shouldn’t it stand to reason that we can make more money? Why do we have to sell it to grain dealers? Isn’t this unhealthy?”

When Zhang Dabiao heard this, a mouthful of old blood almost spat out on his face, "Master Wang, please be more careful, what kind of work are we doing now?"

If you pay everything yourself, what should we charge?

"Ahem, you don't understand this, don't you? Look at these corn bags, which are still on and still have their shafts attached. How can a feed factory collect them?" Zhang Dabiao sighed: "We are now small in scale and have few funds.

, then I go out to harvest it myself, otherwise I would just harvest the corn kernels, which is so convenient and worry-free. As for the extra one or two cents spent, I can actually save it on labor."

"Besides, do you really think those dealers are incompetent? I've probably already arranged everything with the people at the major feed mills. Even if the farmers sell it themselves, the price won't be higher than selling it to feed dealers."

Just as he was talking, the big speaker was also finished.

"Collect corn, collect fresh corn. People are harvesting corn on the street. If you have anyone to sell, please contact me..." It's a very old-fashioned advertising slogan, not to mention that the effect is still very good.

As soon as I entered the village, the door of a family opened. A man in his sixties, with a stooped body, who looked like an old farmer, stood at the door and shouted, "Corn harvester!"

"Hey!" Zhang Dabiao responded quickly, patted Zhang Dashun on the shoulder and asked him to drive over quickly.

"Look at my house, how much does it cost?"

"The corn harvester took the opportunity to look at my corn harvest."

Not long after, several families came at once. Zhang Dabiao was excited but also a little curious. Is the corn harvest so good now?

Before he became Big Biao of Phoenix City, Zhang Dabiao actually did the work of harvesting corn, not to mention harvesting corn, insulation of exterior walls, air conditioning and other aspects of high-altitude operations. He was still young at that time, and his eyes were all about money. As long as he could

Dare to do any job to make money.

It was precisely because of this that he felt a little incredible. After all, if the corn harvest was so easy, he would have continued working back then, and maybe he would not have the experience he has now.

However, after thinking about it, Zhang Dabiao was still very professional. He glanced at the first old man's family and said, "Uncle, you are vain, it's too young. Corn is expensive this year. If you want to sell it, I will give you thirty-eight cents at most!"

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"Thirty-eight cents is too little. The corn harvester who just left gave me 42 cents and I didn't even sell it." The uncle shook his head.

Zhang Dabiao laughed, then plucked a few corns from the pile, took out a piece of corn, broke it open, and pinched the pulp, "Uncle, really, your corn is too fresh, and the shaft is not big. I sincerely sell it to me."

I’ll give you thirty-nine cents. If you take off your bag, I’ll give you forty-two cents. If not, there’s nothing I can do.”

Don't look at one or two points as nothing, but country people who grow some corn really care about this one or two points.

It’s not actually profitable to grow crops now. Of course, the higher the price, the better.

"What about that, big brother, hurry up and have a look at my house." Someone on the side couldn't wait any longer.

Zhang Dabiao laughed innocently, and then followed the aunt to the other side of the road, "Your house is a little drier than his house, and you can take off your bags for 43 cents."

Just as he was talking, the old man also came over and said: "Well, I won't negotiate the price with you anymore. You just pay 43 cents and I will take the bag off for you. If it works, just take it away now. If it doesn't work,

Then I’ll wait.”

Of course, what Zhang Dabiao gave was not the lowest price, but he had a very embarrassed look on his face. He hesitated for a long time before sighing, "Oh, okay, okay, but you have to clean it up for me. To be honest, my house

We just opened a feed factory and are now short of raw materials. I see you have a lot of spring corn in your village. Are there relatives and friends who can sell it? It’s like yours. It’s about one or two cents higher or lower. No more is too much and no less is too little.

few."

Several anxious fellow villagers became even more excited when they heard that Zhang Dabiao ran a feed factory, "Brother, can you please take a look at mine?"

"And my family's."

"Brother, why don't you leave now? I'm going to call my third aunt and ask her to come back and open the door. There are several acres of spring corn in her house!"

The sudden enthusiasm of the villagers made Zhang Dabiao confused. Could it be that my price was too high?

It shouldn’t be. This year’s price of dry granules is 1.05 cents. According to the ratio of fresh to dry, Zhang Dabiao’s 4.23 cents for fresh granules is much more cost-effective than 1.05 cents for dry granules.

So what's going on, folks?

"Uncle, what's going on?" Zhang Dabiao looked at the old man with a puzzled expression, "Why do you feel that the food in your village is unsaleable?"

"Let me tell you the truth, our Zhaizi Village has had a bumper harvest this year, but those black-hearted grain sellers in Changguo actually colluded to lower the price. You just gave me 30 cents for each one before, which is not enough for my farming expenses. Who can sell it?

Ah! Haven’t you seen that there are a lot of them piled up on the roadside now? That’s just the tip of the iceberg, there are more in the fields!”

Or we can say that old farmers are real and don’t have those crooked intestines at all.

After figuring out the reason, Zhang Dabiao almost jumped up with excitement.

God help me!

If I really feel sleepy, someone will give me a pillow, but if they don’t take it, wouldn’t that be an advantage to me?

"Haha, these people who were beaten a thousand times are really evil." Zhang Dabiao cursed a few words righteously, as if he was not evil.

However, compared to those black-hearted grain sellers, he is indeed a lot fairer, and because of this he has won the favor of many fellow villagers.

"Uncle, I think you are quite practical. So, I will give you a phone call, and you will help me organize the collection in the village. I will give you ten yuan for every car collected. Do you think this is good?"

Zhang Dabiao called the old man aside and said.

"Oh, this can't be done..." The old man waved his hands after hearing this. For him, helping Zhang Dabiao is also helping his fellow countrymen. How can he ask for money? If everyone knows about this, they can't poke him.

Backbone?

"It's okay, it's settled. We'll go to your house now, and you can help me organize it here. I'll go back and organize the car, and then I'll come over and pull it." Zhang Dabiao hurriedly suppressed his words.

If you go down and don't give any benefits, let others help you in vain. Zhang Dabiao can't do it anyway.

Although ten yuan for a car is really not much, isn’t this money earned in vain?

Besides, every household in Zhaizi Village grows corn, and each household can pull at least two or three carts. Doesn’t more mean money?

"Hey, you kid, I'm embarrassed to say that. Don't worry, I, Old Man Zhang, have agreed to this." The old man chuckled, with deep wrinkles on his face.

"Oh, we are still the same family. My name is Zhang Dabiao, and I have a long bow."

"Hey, we're getting closer. Let's go. I'll call my son over here to help you load the car!" The old man patted Zhang Dabiao on the shoulder and became enthusiastic.

Everyone in the world has the same surname as Zhang, so there is no difference.

Here he had settled the matter with Old Man Zhang, and when he turned around he saw Li Fuwang surrounded by several women, with yellow bumps on his lips one after another, making the women blush and angry.

Zhang Dabiao shook his head helplessly, just like this... chatting nonsense, it's not serious at first glance when he's really dating someone!

He deserves it that he still can't get a wife.

"Ahem, Mr. Wang, stop talking and load the car quickly!"

"Come on, come on, sisters, I'll load the car first. Don't worry, the people collecting grain are my grandchildren. They are really nice people. Let's talk again when we have a chance."

Seeing the mean smile on Li Fuwang's face, Zhang Dabiao really wanted to give him a kick. He laughed dryly at the rural women and took him to the old man's house to load the car. The old man also called his son and daughter-in-law.

Came over.

As the saying goes, everyone gathers firewood with great enthusiasm, and soon the tractor they drove was loaded to the brim. When it passed the weighing scale, it weighed eight thousand kilograms.

After giving the money, the two men pulled back without stopping. On the way, they learned that Zhang Dabiao had given the old man a favor and asked him to help him collect corn. Li Fuwang was quite puzzled, "Isn't this just taking off your pants and farting? Isn't it unnecessary? Let's go back more often."

Bring a few cars, bring a few more people, shout from the loudspeaker, and worry about no one selling?"

Zhang Dabiao glanced at him angrily, "You know what the hell, those unscrupulous businessmen in Changguo are trying to lower the price right now, and the corn in the village cannot be sold. We just happened to catch this good time, and when you really start harvesting it in a big way,

, The first thing that cannot be resisted are those profiteers, who will inevitably raise the purchase price to compete with us for food."

"But now that we have people in the village, it's different. With old man Zhang mediating between them, even if those grain dealers raise the price, I guess they won't be able to take away much."

"Oh, Biaozi, you can do that?" Li Fuwang clicked his tongue, "You can think so far, you deserve to be the boss!"

Zhang Dabiao smiled proudly and said: "Okay, okay, just concentrate on driving, we still have to go back to find someone to pull food!"


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