Reverse Insulator

"What you mean is: find the neighboring village to make up the difference. If there is a difference of 400, then make up 400, and if there is a difference of 200, then make up 200. After the sale, settle the payment." Secretary Chen pulled his reading glasses to the tip of his nose and looked over the frame at Shen Roujiao.

He understood the principle, but stealing hundreds of kilograms of medicinal materials without paying was too much of a test of one's character, and Secretary Chen felt that his face was not that valuable. Moreover, the Chen and Yang families had been fighting for years, and their relationship with other villages was not very good.

"Yes. And whoever takes the initiative will get more benefits." The villagers brought a chair to Shen Roujiao and asked the three of them to sit down. The ladies sat in the middle, one on the left and one on the right, with full aura, as if they were government procurement, bargaining on the spot.

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"Think about it, if we sell 1,000 kilograms, most of it comes from our own village, and we only make up for the shortfall. Isn't that a lot?" Shen Roujiao slowly talked around with Secretary Chen. Before Wu Yi came, he heard Zhang Qingjun talk about this, and he calmed down to see how she would fool people.

The villagers who formed two layers around the secretary whispered something in his ear. They thought this method was feasible. Everyone hoped to exchange all the herbs they dug for money.

"Then I have a condition." Secretary Chen took off his glasses and stuffed them into the pocket of his blackened white shirt. He scanned the three people opposite him with his cloudy eyes and said thoughtfully, "The medicinal materials from the seven villages will be collected by our Chen Village. You just need to come here to collect them. You don't have to worry about the rest."

The general idea is that they want to set up their own village as a branch of a medicinal material purchasing station, responsible for organizing the supply of goods and obtaining exclusive operating rights.

The villagers all gave a thumbs up, saying that the secretary was indeed a man of foresight and thought, and that age always brings wisdom.

Shen Roujiao was embarrassed. She folded her hands on her raised legs, sighed, and said in embarrassment: "Secretary Yang of Yang Village also said the same thing."

The topic was like a mine that had been buried in the ground. There was a loud bang and curses were heard everywhere. Village Chief Chen jumped up and down, "I knew that old thief would scheme against our village. You won't agree to it, will you?"

"Yeah! I agreed. I think his idea is appropriate. It doesn't matter who does it. It doesn't matter!" Shen Roujiao spread her hands and acted as if it was no big deal.

"It's different, it's different. How can it be the same?" The villagers were anxious and angry when the fat meat that was about to reach their mouths was snatched away, and they pushed Secretary Chen forward.

Secretary Chen became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He kicked over the chair he was sitting on, squatted on the ground, and raised his rough hands like millstones. "That's too much. No matter who gives this to Yang Village, it can't be given to anyone. We in Chen Village must take half! Otherwise, no one else can do it!"

"Yes, yes!" The villagers were excited and strongly supported Secretary Chen's plan.

"Our village must occupy half!"

If this happened in another village, even if they were unwilling, they would just curse a few words, which would not ruin the good things for others. But if it happened in Yang Village, they would not give in at all, and at the very least they would have to split it in half. Otherwise, they would have no chance of getting away with it.

"Bang, not even a cent!" Secretary Yangcun slammed his hand on the table. "Why should Chencun take all the good things for itself? We are no match for them. Yangcun must take half!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Our secretary is right!" All the villagers of Yang Village were dissatisfied with Chen Village. Why did the two villages have to compete with each other?

"Oh, I'm really embarrassed by the noise you two are making! But I have to be frank in advance, the ratio is set by you yourselves, and you have to make up the bill by yourselves. I'm only responsible for collecting the goods and paying the money." After Shen Roujiao finished speaking, she turned her head and glanced at Zhang Qingjun, meaning: It's your turn.

After the performance in Chen Village, there was another performance in Yang Village. Wu Yi watched it with great fascination while Zhang Qingjun kept shaking his head because he wanted to cooperate with the performance and do it again.

As soon as the white-faced man with a loud voice came online, he said that no one should dare to interfere. "It's still fifty-fifty. It's not that I look down on you Yang Village. You fight with Chen Village every day. After so many years, when will you win? Seeing others making money, you are jealous?! You want to do it too. Don't look at the situation in your own village. I advise you not to be serious. Do your own things and don't get together. There will be no good results if you get together."

Zhang Qingjun sang a counter-tune, and the whole audience was not convinced. They were all holding back their anger. Why did they look down on others? Why did they think Chencun was stronger? They were capable, and Yangcun was also capable. They were no worse than them.

"I think what Brother Zhang said is right. You villagers should think about it again. There is no rush. Don't force it. Don't force it at all. Making money is for happiness, right?" Shen Roujiao came on stage with a blushing face. The two of them cooperated seamlessly, as if it were real, without any trace of acting.

You know what, they really are a good match.

Wu Yi had been watching the excitement for most of the day, and now he finally understood something. It turned out that Zhang Qingjun liked girls like this.

Go crazy with her, make noise with her, and laugh recklessly with her.

Interesting, really interesting.

"Who said we were just trying? This is how it has to be." Secretary Yang waved his hand and called to the people around him, "Give me a pen and paper, and write it down now. No one can cheat me."

The surrounding villagers cheered and applauded Secretary Yang's argument. Life was hard, and no one was willing to give up the opportunity to make money.

If nothing else, the fact that the girl was followed by a silent important figure meant that this event could not be wrong. Someone in the village recognized Mayor Lu's secretary Wu Yi and secretly passed a note to Secretary Yang: This opportunity must not be missed, the mayor's secretary is here.

Only after forcing the gloomy Shen Roujiao to press the red handprint did Yang Cun let the three of them leave.

When I got in the car, she was still acting. Why did the two villages have to argue about everything? It was just making things difficult for people.

The car drove out of the second mile, Shen Roujiao took out two agreements with fingerprints on them, and handed them from the back seat to Zhang Qingjun in the front seat, excitedly, "Brother Zhang! Look, we succeeded, we are so awesome!"

Although more than a decade of armed fighting cannot be easily resolved by two agreements, it is a good start. A good beginning is half the success. We must have faith that everything will be fine.

It is said that there are no permanent friends or permanent enemies when it comes to interests.

Learning to use interests to bind relationships, rather than using relationships to bind interests, is the first rule of doing business.

The sense of accomplishment was beyond words. Shen Roujiao was so happy in her heart that she smiled beautifully and sweetly as if she was covered with honey.

"I only said one sentence." Zhang Qingjun looked at Shen Roujiao in the rearview mirror. She was so pretty, lively, stunningly cute. When he was with her, he couldn't help but laugh. What was going on?

"Brother Zhang, you can't talk too much in this role. Just one word is enough at the critical moment. Like that time at the market. Ahem." Shen Roujiao adjusted her voice, lowered her voice, and imitated Zhang Qingjun's expression, "Stop!" "It would be unacceptable if I don't give the diners an explanation!"

Her imitation was about 30% similar, and Wu could probably imagine Zhang Qingjun's face as hard as iron at that time.

"Brother Wu, do you think Brother Zhang performed well?"

"Okay, you all acted well. I roughly understand how the ancient Thousand Gates, Eight Generals and Thirty-Six Games worked together to deceive people. I must give you a prize for the divine combination." Wu Yi joked.

It was obvious to the naked eye that the two actors were extremely happy at this moment, especially Zhang Qingjun. Although he looked calm as usual, he was actually very happy inside. Having grown up playing in the mud together, he couldn't hide his feelings at all.

On the way back to the construction site, Zhang Qingjun stopped at the market for a few minutes. Before getting off the car, he said he wanted to buy something and would be back soon.

Wu Yi found time to chat with Shen Roujiao, asking her about her family situation and whether she had any plans to go to college. He also shared the news that Zhang Qingjun was about to be promoted to battalion commander.

"Brother Zhang is very good. He will definitely have a bright future." Shen Roujiao praised the group leader, a person who could make something out of nothing even though he had no advantages. What's more, Zhang Qingjun was a character in his own right. He had both the ability to forge iron and connections. His father was the director of the county public security bureau, and his childhood friend was the mayor's secretary. Unless he didn't want to do it himself, he would definitely make a name for himself with his ability and background.

"Then you must encourage him to be more proactive. There will be a good opportunity after the new year, whether he can be promoted to the head of the group, give it a try, he can't let down at the critical moment." Although Wu Yi had advised Zhang Qingjun, his calm expression made him feel uneasy. It may not be possible for others to persuade him, but it is hard to say whether the Miss Shen in front of him persuaded him.

"Don't worry, Brother Wu. Brother Zhang is not a coward." In Shen Roujiao's eyes, Zhang Qingjun is a reliable man.

Not only is he reliable and stable, but he also always gives people a full sense of security, as if as long as he is around, nothing is a problem, and even if the sky falls, there is someone tall to hold it up, giving people enough stability and peace of mind.

Bang, the car door opened.

Zhang Qingjun got into the car carrying a bag of washed grapes. He then pulled out something with light blue flowers from behind him.

"This is for you." He handed it to Shen Roujiao in the back row.

"What is this?" she asked.

"Clothes? Gloves?" A light blue shirt with white floral prints, a white lace collar, and white buttons, a fresh and elegant color. Inside, there is a pair of white work gloves rolled up.

"The stain on the shoulder of your clothes cannot be washed off, so go back and throw it away. It's unlucky to wear clothes with blood on them. The gloves are for you to wear when carrying water, so be sure not to break the blisters on your hands. It will hurt more if they are broken." Although he was speaking out of concern, his tone was a little stiff.

Zhang Qingjun went to pick her up in the morning. When he raised his arm to block the way, he saw blisters on her hands. He wanted to show concern but he did not have the right identity. He was neither a master, nor an apprentice or a junior student. Even the rumored boyfriend was fake.

He just passed by the market and just wanted to buy a pair of gloves for her, but then he saw the blue dress with white flowers and Shen Roujiao's name written on it. He thought she would look great in it.

If you don't have an identity, you can create one. A scandalous boyfriend can also become a regular boyfriend.

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Wow, he is so good at it.

He knows how to act cool and is caring. Shen Roujiao feels warm in her heart, and the tips of her ears turn red. There is something she cannot control, and even rotten soil can produce gorgeous flowers.

People who lack a sense of security, no matter how hard they arm themselves with iron walls, are still fragile in reality, and those with ulterior motives can easily hit their pain points.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang!" It sounds like a blank sentence, but in fact, the heart is already surging. Why are people easily moved? Is it that people are worthless, or that emotions are worthless, or that beautiful things are too rare.

When Zhang Qingjun brought her more grapes, Shen Roujiao avoided his eyes as he looked into her heart. His eyes were too gentle and she dared not look at them.

Help!

I dare not look each other in the eye, for fear of falling.

Master, please save me.

"Pah!" The ink from the tip of the pen dripped onto the paper, making a very slight sound.

Suddenly panicking, Zhou Huaiyue looked out the window. She must have received the letter!