Ito Takaho and several of his subordinates stayed in Qingshan Village for more than a month. He thought that under the financial offensive, these inexperienced country people would be eager to tell all the information they knew. However, he did not expect that not only did they not get much useful information, but they seemed to be targeted everywhere.
Walking in Qingshan Village, Ito Takaho could feel that no one welcomed him.
It's really interesting, as united as ever, just like eighteen years ago. The scar on Ito Takaho's right eyebrow twitched violently, and a hint of viciousness appeared in his eyes.
For the last time, Ito Takaho planned to go talk to Yang Guimei again. This woman's family conditions were not good. Her husband's medical treatment cost money, and her children's schooling also required money. She supported the whole family alone, so there was really no reason for her to refuse the high reward he offered.
If it really doesn't work, we can increase the investment and even help their family leave China.
Yang Guimei opened the door with some annoyance. Although the secretary had told her in advance, she still felt angry. These little devils only knew how to covet their things. They used to rob them openly, and now they steal them secretly. How could they be so evil!
"What are you doing here again! I've already told you it's impossible. If you bother me again, I'll tell the villagers!" Yang Guimei rolled her eyes. The secretary said that the worse her attitude got, the more real it became.
Ito Takaha controlled his emotions. These uncultured villagers were just as annoying as before, but he still understood a message from their words: she hadn't told the village officials about this. "You misunderstood. We're leaving soon and are here to say goodbye to you."
After hearing what the translator said, Yang Guimei's attitude improved a bit. She muttered, "Just go if you want to. Why are you saying hello to me? Do you know me well?"
"Sorry for disturbing you these past few days. This is a little thank you gift we prepared. It's not a token of our respect." Ito Takaho handed over a gift box containing chocolates produced in Sakura Country.
Yang Guimei accepted it without hesitation: "Thank you very much. If you were not so polite, and if you were not from a foreign country, I would have told the village about this a long time ago."
Ito Takaho didn't take this to heart. He knew human nature very well. Since these people didn't choose to expose him, it meant that they had something to hide. Some things you didn't do are more suspicious than those you did.
Not agreeing to the deal doesn’t mean they are willing to step forward. Otherwise, if anything happens in the factory in the future, they will be the first to be suspected.
"Thank you very much for your understanding," Ito Takaha bowed slightly. "We came here out of kindness. China's technology and equipment are still a bit backward. Our investment can help the factory make more money, but I didn't expect that several village cadres were unwilling to accept our help."
"I don't understand what you're talking about," Yang Guimei said perfunctorily. "I just know that the villagers are helping us make money, so it's safe to follow them."
The ignorant villagers could only live in this mountain valley for their whole lives, drinking the leftover soup from others. Ito Takaha hid the contempt in his eyes and said, "In that case, we won't bother you for now."
Yang Guimei quickly got up to see the guest off, but at this moment, she heard a man coughing in the room. She hurried to see her husband, helped him calm down, and handed him some water.
It was the first time that Ito Takaho heard Yang Guimei's husband speak. He looked through the crack in the door and saw that he was a paralytic, so pitiful.
"Excuse me, your husband needs better medical care," Ito Takaha suddenly came up with an idea. "If you are willing to cooperate with me, I can find a way to send you to Sakura Country."
Yang Guimei's eyebrows moved. It was exactly the same as what the secretary said. How could he be so predictable?
But her man's waist was broken by such a heavy stone, how could it possibly heal?
"Can you cure this disease?" Yang Guimei said happily, "My husband has been lying in bed for more than ten years."
Ito Takaho didn't even look at it, but nodded and said it could be cured. Yang Guimei rolled her eyes in her heart, thinking that they were really bullying us country people who knew nothing.
"But when we get there, we can't communicate and we have no money. How can we treat him? Forget it. Just lie there and I will take care of him for the rest of my life." Yang Guimei lowered her head again, looking a little sad.
There's hope! Ito Takahashi keenly sensed Yang Guimei's hesitation.
"We'll take care of all this, don't worry," Ito Takaho said sincerely, his tone also a little bewitching. "As long as you agree to my request, I will give you enough money for medical treatment and living expenses, and I will also prepare a house for you."
"But..." Yang Guimei was silent for a few seconds, as if she had made up her mind. "To tell you the truth, it's not that we don't want to agree to your deal, but we can't get the formula you want. It's not in our hands."
Ito Takaho wasn't surprised. "I know you work in the production area. You should know what the raw materials are, right? Or where the formula is? You should also know it. Otherwise, how can the workshop operate?"
It is indeed unclear. Everyone has different division of labor. Unless you bribe everyone, it is difficult to come up with a complete recipe. Even if you know it, others cannot brew the same wine. They have tried, and every step is indispensable.
"I know where the recipe is, but don't waste your energy. You can't get it." Yang Guimei said firmly.
Ito Takaha's heart moved, and he felt that he was about to achieve his goal: "As long as you tell me the location of the formula, I can also give you some money. How about this deal? It's a very good deal for you."
Yang Guimei shifted her butt uncomfortably on the kang, a look of deep confusion on her face. "Why are you so stubborn? The formula is locked in Fu Baoer's office. I've never seen the lock on that box. Even if you take it away, you can't open it."
This is the truth. The secret code box in Fu Baoer's Dongtian Mansion cannot be opened by ordinary people. If it is opened forcibly, the items inside will be destroyed.
"Fu Baoer?" Ito Takaha seemed to recall a small figure. Could it be her? The annoying person who always led the village children to target them?
Yang Guimei glanced at Ito Takahashi and suddenly felt that he looked a little familiar, but she had never seen a foreigner before, so she must have remembered him wrongly.
"Bao'er is the big boss of our winery. She also wrote the recipe. She is a little prodigy. I advise you to give up that idea. Even if you get the recipe, you can't make the same wine as ours." Yang Guimei had finished saying what the secretary had instructed her to do, and now she felt completely relieved.
A hint of doubt flashed in Ito Takaho's eyes. With their technology and equipment, they can only brew better. How could they not be able to brew it?
The country folk who had never seen the world were as annoying as ever.
"Since you don't want to, we won't bother you anymore. Goodbye." Ito Takaho didn't see any deception in Yang Guimei's eyes. The formula should be hidden very well. It seemed that Qingshan Winery was not as disorganized and undisciplined as he thought. Instead, it was very formal.
Then we can only get the formula by other means.
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