Throwing dirty water
He felt that this price was already astronomical for a farmer.
Zhong Ling looked at him as if he were a fool.
"No sale." Zhong Ling was firm.
Hearing this, Huang Jianming's face darkened completely.
"Ms. Zhong, you'd better think it through. If you miss out on our Lvyuan Fresh, it will be difficult to find such a good channel again in the future."
This is already a naked threat.
However, Zhong Ling seemed not to understand his implication.
She turned away, no longer looking at them.
"Goodbye, I won't see you off."
After saying that, he walked straight into the house, leaving Huang Jianming and Zhang Qinglan standing there, looking at each other in bewilderment.
Huang Jianming was so angry that his face turned blue and his fingers were trembling slightly.
He was a purchasing manager who had come all the way to this remote area, but he was treated so coldly by a young girl, it could even be said that he was humiliated.
"You don't know how to appreciate it!"
He cursed under his breath and glared at the closed gate.
Zhang Qinglan also looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
"Manager Huang, this... this girl has a strange temper..."
"snort!"
Huang Jianming snorted coldly, waved his hand and walked towards the car.
"Let's go! I want to see who she can sell these vegetables for twenty yuan a pound to!"
He just didn't believe that without him, Green Source Fresh, this little girl could make any waves.
The black car left Yunxi Village.
Huang Jianming gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"Damn it, you're so shameless!" He cursed under his breath, his knuckles cracking from the force.
Zhang Qinglan, who was sitting in the passenger seat next to him, didn't dare to breathe. She nervously clutched the corners of her clothes with both hands, shrank her body, and tried to reduce her presence as much as possible.
Manager Huang had just been humiliated in front of the woman surnamed Zhong. She was furious and didn't want to get into trouble.
The carriage was filled with the smell of cheap perfume mixed with tobacco, and the anger emanating from Huang Jianming, making the air sticky and oppressive.
There was no conversation along the way as the car drove back to the city.
The back door of Lvyuan Fresh, the employee passage.
Huang Jianming almost slammed the door as he got out of the car. He straightened his wrinkled suit, his face still gloomy enough to drip water.
He strode through the corridors piled high with goods, the air filled with the mixed smell of vegetables, fruits and meat.
The employees around him felt the low pressure emanating from Huang Jianming, and they all lowered their heads and quickened their hands' movements, not daring to look him in the eye.
When I pushed open the door of the innermost room with a sign saying "Manager's Office", a cold air hit me in the face.
The office is not big, but it is quite tidy.
A middle-aged man wearing a light blue polo shirt and with a slightly protruding belly was sitting in a large boss chair, looking down at a report, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.
This person is the boss of Lvyuan Fresh, Qian Defa.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Qian Defa raised his head and saw that it was Huang Jianming. His brows frowned slightly.
"You're back? How's everything going?"
His voice was not loud, but it carried the calmness of someone who had been giving orders for years.
Huang Jianming walked to the desk, pulled out a chair and sat down, trying hard to force a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Boss Qian, that woman from Yunxi Village... is a bit ungrateful."
He recounted his experience with exaggeration, emphasizing how Zhong Ling was "arrogant and rude," how she "asked for an exorbitant price," and how she "just kicked people out" in the end.
Of course, he cleverly concealed the part about his attempt to lower the price and make threats, and only portrayed himself as a hero who worked for the interests of the company but was humiliated.
"Twenty yuan a pound? She's really brave enough to ask for that."
After listening to this, Qian Defa put down the report in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and his fingers were still tapping lightly on the table, making a tapping sound.
There was no emotion on his face, but his eyes gleamed with shrewdness.
"Old Huang, did you see the dish yourself? Was it really as good as Zhang Qinglan said?"
Huang Jianming nodded quickly.
"Mr. Qian, I'm going to be honest with you. The appearance of that dish is truly the best I've ever seen! It's juicy, bright in color, and smells incredibly fresh."
"And I've heard from villagers that after eating it, they feel refreshed and energetic. Although that might be a bit exaggerated, it's definitely not an ordinary dish."
Qian Defa was silent.
Twenty yuan per pound, this price is really outrageous.
But if this dish really has special effects as Huang Jianming and those villagers said, then it would be a different story.
Nowadays, rich people in the city are paying more and more attention to health preservation, since they are not short of money anyway.
If you can market the product as "eating it can strengthen your body", I'm afraid people would rush to buy it even if it's for thirty or fifty, not to mention twenty.
The problem is that this woman surnamed Zhong refuses to cooperate.
Qian Defa's fingertips stopped tapping.
He has been doing business for so many years, and what he hates most is uncontrollable factors.
This Zhong Ling is stubborn and refuses to be persuaded, yet he still guards such a precious piece of land.
If she is unwilling to cooperate, it means she is blocking his path to wealth.
A cold light flashed in Qian Defa's eyes.
Since it can't be used by me, then... destroy it.
He looked at Huang Jianming, his tone calm but with an unquestionable tone.
"Old Huang, we can't just let this go."
Huang Jianming perked up and leaned forward slightly.
"Mr. Qian, what do you want?"
A sneer appeared on Qian Defa's lips.
"Didn't she say her food was good? Even good things are afraid of dirty water."
"Go find a few people and spread the word around the village and in the city."
Huang Jianming immediately understood.
"Mr. Qian, what do you mean...?"
Qian Defa picked up the thermos cup on the table, blew away the hot steam slowly, and took a sip of strong tea.
"They said her vegetables grew so fast and looked so good, it wasn't normal."
"Who knows what shady stuff they used? Hormones? Or some weird fertilizer?"
His voice was soft, but the malice in his words was like a cold poisonous snake, coiling around him.
"Find a few quick-talking people and spread the word in the village and the city. Say someone ate her food and got diarrhea or felt unwell."
"You don't have to be too specific or ambiguous. Just leave people wondering."
“Three people make a tiger. If more people spread it, the falsehood will become true.”
Huang Jianming's eyes lit up and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
"Great! Mr. Qian, this is a really great move!"
"I'll arrange it right away!"
He rubbed his hands, as if he had already seen the woman surnamed Zhong being drowned in spit, and her "magic dish" turned into a "poisonous dish" that everyone avoided.
"Well, go ahead."
Chandler waved his hand and picked up the report again.
Huang Jianming bowed and left the office with excitement and viciousness on his face.
He first found Zhang Qinglan, gave her a few hundred yuan, and asked her to go back to the village and "casually" mention it to people she knew, saying that some people in the city were talking about how Zhong Ling's dishes looked good, but looked too weird and might have problems, and advised everyone to eat less.
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