If I wasn't short of money, who would have the patience to serve you, a pretentious bastard!

Although he cursed his mother countless times in his heart, he restrained the urge to raise his eyebrows and still had a smile on his face: "Mr. Gu, can you please spare me a moment to talk?"

Gu Feihan pretended not to understand and followed him to the haystack.

"Boss Gu, this matter is not easy to handle..."

Zhang Fugui looked embarrassed. "I risked my life to go door to door, shouting and persuading people, but you know, sorghum is the staple food in our area! Every family has sorghum to eat until next year, and no one is willing to sell more."

"You refuse to sell it even after I raised the price by 40 cents?" Gu Feihan followed up his question.

Four cents?

Zhang Fugui was stunned. He was clearly discussing this with Scarface about Sanmao?

He reacted immediately.

You scarface, you say you are reluctant, but you are actually even more evil than me. You directly cheated the boss into adding an extra dime!

If you hadn't kept some tricks up your sleeve, I wouldn't have known you added so much.

For two thousand kilograms of sorghum, every extra cent means an extra two hundred yuan.

Okay, it seems we are all on the same path.

That's easy, rising tide lifts all boats.

Anyway, Mr. Gu, you just want to harvest sorghum and don't care about the cost, so he can add as much as he wants.

In an instant, Zhang Fugui had a new idea in his mind.

"No, our village is close to the mountains, and we rely on eating sorghum rice to get through the winter. We are all ignorant people, and we can only collect 800 kilograms."

"Only 800 kilograms?" Gu Feihan now completely understood what Zhang Fugui was planning.

He remained calm, but reached into his windbreaker pocket and pressed the record button on the small recorder.

"Yes, at the current price, the villagers can only offer 800 kilograms." Zhang Fugui's tone was neither soft nor hard.

Gu Feihan pretended to be in deep thought, and after a while he asked, "How many kilograms did the village harvest this year?"

Zhang Fugui was secretly delighted, "About 3,000 kilograms, but that's all for the winter, I won't sell it if the price is too low."

Gu Feihan continued to remain silent.

"Well, I will go and persuade the villagers again, but you have to add some more, otherwise a good cook cannot cook without rice." Zhang Fugui couldn't help himself and advised.

“How much extra is appropriate?”

Gu Feihan was like a cheetah, wanting to see what tricks he could do with the prey in his hand.

"At least one dollar!" Zhang Fugui deliberately shouted the price to the sky.

"One piece? This is too unreasonable. Why don't you just go and rob it? This is an international joke." Gu Feihan sneered.

"Then how much do you say?" Zhang Fugui provoked him.

Gu Feihan frowned slightly and stopped talking.

Zhang Fugui's eyes swirled around him, "Let's put it this way, I'll try my best to negotiate for 80 cents, but I can't guarantee whether it will be successful or not."

"Eighty cents! That's too expensive!" Gu Feihan looked up at him.

Zhang Fugui was about to lose his patience, and said in a gloomy tone: "Little Mr. Gu, I respect you as Mr. Gu because I think highly of you.

Let me tell you, if I don’t sell you the sorghum in our village, who would dare to sell it? Even if it’s 1 yuan per pound , you can’t get a single grain! Only adding 80 cents is already a bargain for you, think about it carefully! "

Gu Feihan remained silent, with his lips and eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

After a long while, he finally made up his mind, "Eight cents? Let's give it a try."

Hearing this, Zhang Fugui could hardly contain his excitement and almost exposed himself.

He said in a tough tone, "Huh, that's more like it!

Mr. Gu, we will have many more dealings in the future. A powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. In Beizhule Village, I have the final say!

Don’t say I only charge you 80 cents more today, even if I charge you 1 dollar, you have to bear with it!”

After Zhang Fugui left, Scarface walked up to Gu Feihan.

Gu Feihan sneered, "You old fellow are really ruthless. You want to increase the price by 80 cents for the remaining 1,000 kilograms."

Scarface heard this and spat on the ground, "How wonderful!"

Gu Feihan looked calm.

“It is estimated that there are only 700 to 800 kilograms of goods coming today. Go and give him some sweet treats and give him the deposit first.

Remember, don't give it directly to the villagers, but hand it over to the village chief directly in front of the villagers with real money."

Scarface suppressed the disgust in his eyes, counted out 300 yuan, and gave it to Zhang Fugui in public.

The stack of money was so thick, and Zhang Fugui felt a little embarrassed for a moment as he collected it right under the villagers' noses.

I thought to myself, Scarface, your face is damaged, is it possible that your brain is damaged as well?

How can you hand over money in front of so many people?

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There's no place to hide such a pile of money! Scarface snorted, "Take it!"

His voice was quite loud, causing the villagers who were waiting in line for sieves and grade checks to turn their heads and look over here.

Zhang Fugui glared at him, quickly took the money and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. The pocket immediately bulged with a big bulge.

Suddenly, some villagers began to whisper to each other.

Zhang Fugui was about to leave, but Scarface grabbed him and said loudly, "Brother, this is just a deposit. The rest will be yours once we collect the money."

Zhang Fugui didn't dare to listen any more. If he continued, everything would be exposed.

He covered Scarface's mouth to stop him from speaking, glared at him fiercely, and then ran away.

Zhang Fugui didn't have time to hear it - the villagers' discussions were getting louder and louder.

Once he ran away, Gu Feihan and his group had the power to take action.

The few people brought by Scarface deliberately kept muttering as they bought the sorghum: "We paid so much for it, but why is the quality of the sorghum so poor!"

Some villagers couldn't stand others saying bad things about their own grain, so they started arguing, but Scarface was also very tough.

"I charge 40 cents more than the grain station, so of course I have to pick the best!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the villagers heard it and gathered around to ask what was going on.

Scarface recited word for word according to what Gu Feihan had taught him:

"The grain station charges 1.1 cents per pound for first-grade grain and 9 cents for second-grade grain. In other villages, we collect first-grade grain at 1.3 cents and second-grade grain at 1 cent. But in your village, first-grade grain costs 40 cents! Tell me, am I qualified to choose?"

The villagers couldn't listen to what he said next.

This inside information shocked the villagers, and everyone was filled with indignation and cursed.

Other villages charge 1.3 cents? The village chief gets 40 cents? Damn it!

Is it still the people who are in charge?!

Their "good village chief" only gave them "1 cent" per pound! Where did the extra money go?

Needless to say, the money must have gone into the pocket of the village chief himself.

Scarface continued to shout, "Our factory still needs to buy more than a thousand kilograms. Village Chief Zhang has said that the remaining ones will be sold at a price of 90 cents, with an increase of 80 cents!"

The villagers were furious!

The extra 80 cents went into Zhang Fugui's own pocket, which was more than a thousand kilograms.

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