Zhao Youliang peered into the large bowl several times, confirming that such a thing definitely didn't grow on the mountain.

Could it be a gift that his youngest son brought back for Zhao Youcai when he went to university in another city?

Zhao Youliang thought about it more and more and found it made sense, and then showed a "I understand" smile.

It's estimated that Zhao Jianfei, that brat, really angered Zhao Youcai, so Zhao Youcai decided to stop nagging his youngest son and change the source of the tea to the mountains behind the village.

Seeing the tacit approval in Zhao Jiagou's eyes and actions, everyone else assumed that Zhao Youcai was telling the truth, and their expressions instantly became very subtle.

It turns out that the tea they painstakingly bought from other places at high prices was available locally, and it even had a more fragrant flavor.

What is going on?

Fearing that his arch-rival would beat him to it again, Director Ma of the textile factory hurriedly asked.

"Brother Zhao, are you selling this tea? I'll take as much as you have."

Director Niu of the steel plant wasn't in a hurry to express his opinion. In his view, as long as Zhao Youcai could grow something, there would be plenty of it.

The first person to step forward and want to buy will definitely be responsible for bargaining. He doesn't believe that the guy surnamed Ma has such a big appetite that he can eat tea leaves like rice.

Zhao Youcai was initially worried that he wouldn't be able to sell his tea because he didn't have the skills to process it. He planned to grow two batches and store them in the warehouse, taking out a small amount to try making tea eggs.

No one expected that the tea leaves would be brewed by the eldest daughter by accident, and then served directly.

What could he do? Could he publicly berate his eldest daughter for messing around?

They could only try to smooth things over by saying they drank it on ordinary days.

I never expected that people would actually buy this unprocessed tea, and that they would buy as much as they could.

The way Zhao Youcai looked at Factory Director Niu was as if he were looking at a landlord's foolish son.

"Director Niu, I don't know how to process this tea. It's all fresh tea leaves. If you really buy it, it'll probably rot in just a few days."

Factory Manager Niu blinked in confusion, "Ah, this..."

He hadn't expected any of this...

Seeing his arch-rival stroking his chin and watching the show with such a nonchalant attitude, Director Niu once again felt thoroughly outmatched by his nemesis.

He was angry.

Offering yourself up uninvited only makes you a laughingstock.

I've lost face big time.

But this tea tastes really good.

"How about this, next time I go to town, I'll pick some tea leaves for you. You can have someone stir-fry them a bit, and you should be able to brew a drink."

Factory Director Niu thought this was a good idea and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Factory Director Ma's words.

"Then send more to our steel plant. Our workers work very hard, and some of them are tired of drinking sugary drinks and want to try something different."

Factory Director Ma was so angry he was itching to punch a bullet.

He just couldn't understand it. He was the first to propose the tea business to Zhao Youcai, so how did it end up with the steel mill owner surnamed Niu becoming Zhao Youcai's big customer?

No, absolutely not.

"Our textile factory workers need tea the most. They deal with silk threads every day and need to cleanse their lungs."

Zhao Youcai was convinced after hearing this.

He had only heard that people who carry cement bags all year round and inhale a lot of smoke and dust often need to eat foods that cleanse their lungs, such as black fungus.

Why do spinning and weaving workers also need it? And why must they use tea leaves?

Never mind all that, as long as the tea can be sold, that's a good thing. Planting tea once can last for at least three months.

Zhao Youcai smiled and agreed, and in front of everyone, he signed the tea supply contract.

Zhao Youliang stared wide-eyed, completely stunned.

The cooperation was agreed upon in such a short time?

Or is it with the two largest factories in town?

He was completely convinced at this point. It turned out that his cousin Zhao Youcai wasn't really just loafing around in town all the time.

Zhao Youliang is now thinking that he should stop calling Zhao Youcai for any work in the team in the future. What's the point of calling him "old people's team"? What can those few work points do?

My cousin Zhao Youcai is a money tree!

Instead of wasting his time tied up and busy in the team, we should find a way to get him to lead the whole village out of poverty and into prosperity.

After thinking it over, Zhao Youliang made a decision in his heart.

He will select a new person to go to town to collect grain and deliver it to the grain station.

Zhao Youcai is treated like a living ancestor in the village. As long as he can really make money for everyone in the village, I believe no one in the village will object.

...

At this time, Zhao Youcai became a hot topic of conversation among the villagers in the fields.

"I really didn't expect that old man Zhao Youcai is so amazing, knowing so many important people."

“I knew he must have a good relationship with the textile factory when no one cared about him selling cloth in the village, but I really didn’t expect him to be so familiar with the people at the steel mill.”

"You left first, unaware that the factory managers of those two factories offered Zhao Youcai job openings, telling him to assign them to anyone he wanted!"

"Fortunately, my family wasn't as stupid as Li Dafu's family, and we didn't offend Zhao Youcai's family. We need to work hard to build a good relationship with Zhao Youcai's family during this period and try to get two spots for our children."

"You're dreaming! Two? Zhao Youcai has so many kids, do you think you can have a chance? I'm different, I can buy just one from him."

Seeing that more and more people were arguing over the job opportunity that Zhao Youcai had no idea about, the person who brought it up quickly changed the subject to stop the war of words.

"Don't argue yet, I haven't finished speaking. The brigade leader of Sunjia Village followed a group of cats into Zhao Youcai's house like a mouse, cowering and not daring to sit on a stool. It was quite a sight."

"Oh my god, really? Let's see if those people from Sunjia Village dare to cause trouble in our Zhaojiagou again!"

A group of men from Sunjia Village hung their heads and could only work silently.

Who can they reason with? They've embarrassed themselves in front of other villages.

It's bad enough that I have to work for free in Zhao Jia Gou, but I also have to endure being mocked in person. What kind of life is this?

Just as a few shy men from Sunjia Village were about to pack up their hoes and leave, they were suddenly startled by a remark made by a villager from Zhaojiagou and immediately became obedient.

"You didn't see it, but all the people left behind in Sunjia Village were taken to the town in handcuffs, lined up in a row, escorted by several policemen."

The villagers of Sunjia Village were afraid that if they quit, they would anger the villagers of Zhaojiagou and be labeled as troublemakers and vandalize public property, and they would also be sent to the fence.

She could only whine and whine like a wronged wife, turning her shame and anger into strength.

Seeing the fighting spirit of the men from Sunjiagou in tilling the land, the people from Zhaojiagou seemed to suddenly understand.