Without hesitation, Wang Yuanguang replied, "His family grows the most potatoes. When the big company came to harvest them this year, he happened to be sick and didn't dig up many. Now he has a whole house full of potatoes, at least six or seven hundred catties."
"Okay, then I'll go to his house first!"
As he spoke, Wang Qian immediately walked to the tractor, picked up the crank handle, started the tractor, and drove straight to Zheng Laoliu's house.
"Xiao Qian's dad, aren't you going to do anything about this?"
After Wang Qian drove the tractor away, Lu Aihua said with a face full of reluctance.
"It's not that I don't want to get involved, it's that I can't!"
Wang Yuanguang's face was full of bitterness. "You know how stubborn Xiaoqian is. Once he's made up his mind, not even ten oxen could pull him back."
"Are we just going to stand by and watch him squander all the family's money?"
“He’s all grown up now, and it’s time for him to be sensible!”
Wang Yuanguang said with exasperation, "If this profitable deal can teach him a lesson and make him behave properly in the future, we'll accept it."
...
Not long after.
Zheng Laoliu's house.
"Xiao Qian, is this Wang Dalin's tractor? How did you manage to drive it here?"
As soon as Wang Qian got off the tractor cab, a burly middle-aged man came over to greet him with surprise.
It was Zheng Song.
Because he liked to joke around, his peers nicknamed him "Zheng Laoliu".
Then, as people kept calling it that, it became the new name that everyone recognized.
"Uncle Zheng, I've come to buy your potatoes!"
Wang Qian cut to the chase, "How many kilograms of potatoes did your family dig up?"
"Xiao Qian, you're not angry, are you?"
Zheng Song looked embarrassed and said apologetically, "What I said to your parents just now was all a joke, don't take it seriously!"
When Wang Qian's parents came over earlier and said they wanted to buy potatoes, he did make a few slightly sarcastic jokes.
Wang Qian must have been furious to drive the tractor to his doorstep as a show of force.
"Uncle Zheng, you've misunderstood. I'm not angry, I'm serious!"
He didn't bother to explain further, and simply took out a large wad of cash, counted out fifty yuan, and handed it to Zheng Song.
"Uncle Zheng, this is the deposit. Count it. If it's not enough after we weigh the potatoes, I'll give you the rest!"
Facts speak louder than words.
As long as real money is involved, all rumors and suspicions will be dispelled.
Zheng Song's eyes widened in surprise.
but,
He still didn't take it, instead giving an awkward smile, "Xiao Qian, I admit I went a bit too far just now. I hope you won't take it to heart. Isn't it enough that I apologize to you now?"
"You don't need to spend so much money to buy a bunch of broken potatoes and leave them piled up in your house just to spite someone, do you?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Qian was immediately extremely depressed.
So Zheng Song thought he was putting on a brave face?
"Uncle Zheng, you've really misunderstood. I genuinely want to buy potatoes..."
In order to persuade Zheng Song, he had to patiently explain for most of the day.
Seeing that he didn't seem to be sulking, Zheng Song's unpleasant expression finally softened a bit.
“Uncle Zheng, I am indeed doing business. If you think it’s worth selling for one cent per pound, I’ll take all the potatoes from your house.”
Aren't you afraid of losing money?
Zheng Song asked with surprise and doubt, "Your parents just told us not to sell the potatoes to you."
“Uncle Zheng, I’m not a child anymore. I have my own opinions.”
Wang Qian said, both amused and exasperated, "Besides, I've already driven the tractor to your doorstep, can't you trust me just this once?"
"Well... okay!"
Under Wang Qian's repeated insistence, Zheng Song finally compromised, "But let me make this clear beforehand: if you lose money, it's not my problem."
"Of course!" Wang Qian nodded emphatically.
Having said all that, Zheng Song finally stopped refusing.
You see, he was planning to dig up all the potatoes in the field, ask Wang Dalin to haul them to the market, and then sell them for six cents a pound.
Now that Wang Qian is willing to pay one cent per pound, how could he not sell?
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