"Throw these onto the ice too. If they're not frozen to death by nightfall, I'll open a flower stand tomorrow!"
We must be ruthless at this time to let those outside who want to take advantage of the situation know that the people here are cruel and ruthless and not easy to mess with.
It’s best not to think about the flower shed here.
The arrogance of those young men just now disappeared without a trace, and their whole bodies were shaking like sieves.
If he was slapped a few times, it would be fine, but putting him on the ice in his underwear...
Not to mention putting them on ice, even if they were wearing only shorts on the ground, their mouths would be frozen crooked, and they have never practiced winter swimming.
If my little brother gets frozen, he will become a eunuch in this life.
"Brother, we were wrong. We won't dare to do it again. Please spare us." If the young men didn't want to be eunuchs, they had to be cowards.
"Let you go? If I let you go now, maybe you can bring two Autobots over later. Let's freeze them on the ice for half an hour first."
Although the time was shortened from dark to half an hour, these street thugs didn't think they could endure half an hour.
A gangster grabbed Wan Feng's legs with a thud.
Li Yong, who was next to Wan Feng, stepped on the other person, fearing that he would suddenly attack.
"Brother, we were really wrong. We promise not to come here again."
"Tell me, who told you to steal my flowers?"
"No one, we're just jealous of the seedlings in your shed and want to make some money."
"Really, no one asked you to come?"
"No, we are just a few people with nothing to do and no money to spend."
It turned out to be a few stragglers, and he thought it was the gangsters who were planning to take over his flower shed.
"If you come again, I'd better prepare a cane to break your legs and make them get out!"
Several young men were crawling and rolling. The guy who was leading the group was so cold that his face turned purple and blue. He put on his clothes in a hurry and ran away.
Several young men rolled away in embarrassment, and the people who were making a fuss outside also retreated silently.
"Just let them go like that?" Li Yong asked in confusion.
"If you don't let them go, are you going to stay and provide them with food?"
"What if they come again?"
"We'll start selling flowers tomorrow. By the time they come, we'll probably be sold out. What's the point of kidnapping you if they come?"
"Hehe, if I were to kidnap someone, I'd kidnap you. What's the point of kidnapping me?"
It seems that we can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, there may be more problems. Now there are still a few days to New Year's Day 1985. I guess most of the items will be sold out by New Year's Day.
After processing the flower seedlings and solving the problems on the production line, maybe I'll still have time to go home for the New Year.
On December 26, 1984, the account for ordinary flower seedlings had reached 480 yuan, and Wan Feng opened a greenhouse to sell flowers.
The first shed sold a Clivia that had already grown eleven or twelve leaves for eight hundred yuan, while the second shed sold Clivia at the same market price.
On the day of the opening ceremony, Wan Feng dispatched more than a dozen police officers through Deputy Director Liu of the Luyuan Branch to help maintain order.
In order to avoid causing chaos and cash handling, Wanfeng only sold one thousand pots of flower seedlings on the first day.
Five hundred pots were sold in each shed.
When Wan Feng heard the news that a shed was opened in Sanchahe to sell flower seedlings, people came in an endless stream from Changchun City, which made his scalp tingle.
If these people really start rioting, even a dozen police officers will not be able to maintain order.
Fortunately, nothing happened on the first day of opening the greenhouse. Under the maintenance of the police, everything was in order and a thousand pots of flowers were sold before 1 pm.
The flowers were sold, and the next thing to do was to deal with the cash. More than 600,000 yuan in cash was packed in a large sack. If it wasn't sent to the bank, it would be a bomb.
Wan Feng personally took three people and three policemen to deposit the money at the Luyuan Agricultural Bank.
Wan Feng didn't feel relieved until the money turned into a passbook.
Wan Feng searched all the nearby stores and bought fifteen packs of ginseng cigarettes, which were the most expensive cigarettes available in Changchun.
Each of these policemen was given a cigarette, but they didn't dare to accept the money, so Wan Feng could only secretly give each of them a cigarette.
Days like this continued until New Year's Day.
Wanfeng has sold 5,000 flower seedlings so far, and there are nearly 6,000 left.
On New Year's Day, Wan Feng gave a pot of Clivia to each of the staff members of the two police stations who were responsible for maintaining order for him.
Giving money or gifts is more conspicuous, but there is nothing wrong with giving everyone a pot of flowers to take home and enjoy.
There are only about thirty pots of flowers in the two police stations.
As for Deputy Director Liu, the peacock orchid that Wan Feng bought for 800 yuan has become a beautiful scenery on his windowsill.
This pot of peacock orchid is now worth at least three thousand yuan.
Just when Wan Feng was dealing with the seedlings, Bi Guizhi found Wan Feng and told him that Wu Zihua wanted to see him.
Wan Feng casually gave Bi Guizhi a pot of Clivia.
Bi Guizhi was so happy that her forehead wrinkles opened up: "Brother, come to my house tomorrow and I will make something delicious for you."
Wan Feng must not accept this invitation, otherwise she would eat him after he finishes eating the food she cooks.
"Sister Bi, can you tell me what Wu Zihua wants to talk to me about?"
Bi Guizhi shook her head: "I'm not too sure about this, and I can't say."
"Then you can always talk about good things or bad things, right?"
Bi Guizhi continued to shake her head.
Wan Feng took another pot of Clivia and placed it in her hand: "Can you say something now?"
"That's all I can say."
Since it is a good thing, Wan Feng should prepare for it.
Of course I can't go empty-handed.
After finishing all the business for the day, Wan Feng came to Qi Lan's house, intending to buy the pot of clown he had reserved.
But thinking that Wu Zihua didn't seem to be worth the money of a pot of clown, he settled for the second best and spent two thousand to buy a pot of monk with two or three leaves.
Then they came to the hotel where they had agreed to have dinner with Wu Zihua last time.
Wu Zihua came alone again. This was the second time they met. There was no need to be polite. They just picked up the wine glass and drank and picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
"We've already held a meeting and decided to transfer that production line. Do you have the money ready?"
Originally, Wu Zihua didn't want to deal with this production line and technology so hastily, but with the recent craze for Clivia, and the bank urging him to lend money, he also wanted to take advantage of the current Clivia craze to do something.
Many factories in Changchun City have already done this, and many factories have built flower sheds to start cultivating Clivia.
Wu Zihua didn't have that kind of patience. He planned to spend some money and go directly to the market to speculate and make some money for the New Year.
The Spring Festival of 1985 was on February 18th, and there were still more than 40 days before the New Year. He wanted to take advantage of this time to give the workers some bonuses or something.
Although the policy does not allow it, no one will know if you do it secretly as long as your own people don't tell anyone.
The price of Clivia is so high now, it is not something you can buy with just a few bucks. You can’t do it without hundreds of thousands of dollars. But where can you get such money?
Wu Zihua and the people in the factory naturally thought of this production line.
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