Bai Zimo's family is indeed in debt.
Hearing his uncle's dissatisfaction—that he had money but didn't pay it back and even bought a tricycle—it's no wonder the man's tone was cold.
Bai Ziming hurriedly explained, "I didn't pay for this!"
Bai Dehai said even more angrily, "Just because your surname is Bai, does that mean the agricultural machinery station will give it to you for free?"
"It really didn't cost any money!" Bai Zimo said. "There's a special policy for these tricycles. As long as you buy one, the credit union will give you a loan. I heard about this from Hao Damo."
"So I went there, and sure enough, it was true. So I got one and plan to sell watermelons there too. It's better to make money than selling to middlemen, right?"
Bai Dehai was shocked: "What? They're giving us a loan again?"
Bai Ziming nodded: "Yes, Uncle, why don't you get one too? I see Hao Damo transports watermelons really fast, he can be back by noon, while you only arrive in the city at noon."
Bai Dehai snorted: "What's the use? Hao Damo runs fast, what can I do? Besides, even if they all run to the city, they still won't be able to sell them."
"Uncle, I don't understand this." Bai Ziming chuckled, "The faster you are, the farther you can go. I'm going to Jiangcheng to sell!"
Bai Dehai was shocked.
Yes, it's fast enough that a trip to Jiangcheng is no problem at all.
If sales are good, we can definitely come back before dark.
Even the middlemen in the city are transporting watermelons to Jiangcheng.
To expand further, other cities and counties can also go there to sell.
How much does gas cost?
They'll definitely earn much more than that.
At this moment, Bai Dehai no longer found the tricycle so irritating.
At the same time, I was secretly surprised. Holy crap... the Morning Star is the king of kings!
In the past, everyone's speed was the same, and it was impossible to distinguish who was better or worse.
Now you're in trouble; if you don't buy a tricycle, you'll be left behind.
What kind of nonsense is this?!
Bai Dehai sighed inwardly, feeling that life was so difficult!
the next day.
Bai Dehai packed up the watermelons and continued on his way to the city.
He doesn't plan to go to the farmers' market today, he'll go to the neighborhood!
Surely no one sells watermelons around here?
On the road.
Hao Damo's tricycle sped past: "Old Bai, I'll go first."
Bai Dehai rolled his eyes and ignored him.
Before long, his nephew's tricycle caught up: "Uncle, you're up early."
"Only young people are lazy!"
Bai Ziming chuckled, "I have a tricycle, so I can sleep a little longer. By the way, have you seen Brother Damo?"
"They just passed by, and now they're all gone."
"Then I won't chat with you anymore, I have to go after him."
"Go ahead and rear-end me!" Bai Dehai scoffed.
Once in the city, Bai Dehai drove his tractor to the entrance of the residential area.
This neighborhood sells for a while, that neighborhood sells for a while.
Strategically it was successful, but selling it was incredibly tiring.
Constantly moving things around, lifting them up and down, is making my back hurt.
They finally sold out, and it was already dark.
By the time we got back to the village, it was already eight or nine o'clock!
Bai Dehai was furious.
I couldn't sleep all night.
the next day.
Bai Dehai neither got up early nor went to the fields.
His wife questioned him, "Why didn't you go buy a watermelon?"
Bai Dehai gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not selling it today! Give me some money, I want to sell the tractor and buy a tricycle!"
...
Bai Dehai arrived at the agricultural machinery station.
He sold his tractor for a discount of more than two thousand yuan.
Then I found the salesman, Xiao Zhao.
Xiao Zhao asked, "Uncle Bai, how much did you sell your tractor for? Was there a problem?"
Bai Dehai sighed: "This is a big problem!"
"Huh?" Xiao Zhao scratched his head: "When I saw you drive it, there was nothing wrong with it."
Bai Dehai waved his hand: "You don't know, it's too slow! I'm even lagging behind in selling watermelons."
Xiao Zhao was completely unaware of what had happened in Tianqiaoshan Village and looked utterly bewildered.
Slow speed?
A tractor is faster than a bicycle, right?
What's going on?
Bai Dehai was too lazy to explain; he'd had enough of being angry these past few days. He asked, "Little Zhao, do you have any Qimingxing brand tricycles here?"
Xiao Zhao exclaimed "Ah!" and nodded: "Yes."
"Quick! Get me one!"
"A loan? Yes, you can get a loan. You just need to pay a certain amount each month. Of course, there will be interest."
Bai Dehai shook his head: "No loan, pay in full, I need it urgently."
Xiao Zhao has sold two tricycles in the past few days.
And they are all from Tianqiaoshan Village.
Xiao Zhao wondered: Could this thing really be so useful? Has it created a buzz?
They brought Bai Dehai to the warehouse.
Before we even reached the warehouse entrance, we saw several farmers gathered around the tricycle.
When Xiao Zhao went inside, he frowned. Why were there only two units left?
After checking the outbound records, I found out that it had been sold by another salesperson.
Xiao Zhao said to Bai Dehai, "Luckily we arrived early; there were still two machines inside. If we had arrived later, they would have been gone."
Bai Dehai breathed a sigh of relief: "Then hurry up and give me the order."
Xiao Zhao walked into the crowd, found another salesman, Lao Li, and asked, "Lao Li, do you have a customer?"
Old Li nodded: "They saw the tricycle advertisement and want to buy two. They're looking at them right now."
Xiao Zhao's heart skipped a beat: "Brother Li, could you give me one? I have a client who's in a hurry."
Old Li looked troubled: "But it still depends on first come, first served."
Xiao Zhao sighed.
He walked up to Bai Dehai and said, "It's too late. There are people looking at the cars. If there are no problems, both of them will be reserved."
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