Seeing that the time was almost right, Zhang Fugui finally added fuel to the fire.
"Okay, you are so noble. Anyway, it's not me who failed to complete the task. I am comfortable as the village chief. Why would I care about such things?"
He said this and turned to leave.
“No, no, no!”
Scarface quickly stopped Zhang Fugui and said, "Brother Zhang, Village Chief Zhang, let's talk it over!"
"Is it settled then?" Zhang Fugui glanced at him, put his hands behind his back, and raised his chin. "You should talk to the young master about this matter first and tell him about the difficulties in purchasing. I believe he will understand."
"become!"
Scarface took a deep puff of his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground and stepped on it twice.
He had long lost his patience with dealing with Zhang Fugui. The fish had been hooked, so he decided to leave first out of respect.
A triumphant smile appeared on Zhang Fugui's face.
He didn't notice that the same smile appeared on Scarface's face, which he deliberately didn't raise.
Finally, I have completed what Squidward asked of me before he left.
Damn it.
It would be more satisfying to beat him up with a real gun or a real knife.
Scarface told Gu Feihan about this conversation. Gu Feihan seemed to understand everything, but there was a hint of surprise in his tone: "He only added three cents?"
Scarface: ...
Is this tone of voice complaining that Sanmao is too little? He was born a farmer, and although he followed Zhang Yu on the "get-rich-quick road", he probably still had a rough idea of what food and its price were.
Gu Feihan did feel that Sanmao was a bit too little.
The three cents were just for cooperation with Scarface, and the two of them still had to split the money.
After the distribution, there wasn't much left for him. Considering Village Chief Zhang's appetite, he must have a backup plan.
After thinking for a while, Gu Feihan said to Scarface, "Just follow his instructions first, but don't agree too readily."
Then, Gu Feihan explained the details to Scarface and replied to Zhang Fugui when he returned.
After listening to Gu Feihan's detailed explanation, Scarface couldn't help but sigh: City people still know how to have fun.
Looking at such a clean and innocent "young master", he has a really dark heart.
When I tell Zhang Fugui this, won't he be so hungry? If you close the net by then, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep your position as village chief.
Sure enough, Scarface rushed back to Beizhule Village overnight and spoke indirectly according to what Gu Feihan had taught him.
Zhang Fugui was overjoyed. A big fish had really come! God was merciful. Why didn't he eat the food even though it was already in his mouth?
That would be a punishment from God! Instantly, he smiled sincerely, "Brother, you are so nice, how about we have a drink tonight?"
Scarface didn't dare to stay for long. This kind of brain-intensive work was really tiring.
He waved his hands quickly.
The two men agreed on a time for the purchase, and Scarface also emphasized that the purchase money should be given directly to Zhang Fugui, because it was too troublesome to give it door to door. Since Zhang Fugui was trusted, the village chief could distribute it uniformly.
Zhang Fugui naturally wanted it very much.
Scarface ran away quickly after giving his instructions.
Zhang Fugui happily let him go.
As soon as Scarface left, he rubbed his hands excitedly at home.
Lai Chunhua came forward and glared at him, "There's still no news about our son, why are you so silly and happy here?"
Zhang Fugui was in a good mood and couldn't help but say one more sentence: "The money for my son's connections will be here soon. Just wait and see. This time I will get at least a thousand yuan!"
Lai Chunhua asked again, but Zhang Fugui refused to say more.
He only asked his wife to cook him two side dishes while he ran to the village radio room to shout at the people harvesting sorghum.
On the appointed day, Zhang Fugui changed into his most formal clothes early in the morning and went to the threshing ground to wait.
Villagers also came one after another, carrying sorghum.
Zhang Fugui felt so happy when he saw the loads of sorghum.
Their village is larger than the other villages and is further north. There are more mountains and naturally more sorghum fields.
The village had a bumper harvest of sorghum this year. After paying the government's taxes, we were able to get nearly 3,000 kilograms.
But with his promotion, each household does not need to contribute so much, just some of the surplus will be enough, which comes to only about 800 kilograms.
Also, because they didn't have to carry the sacks to the grain station, they saved on travel expenses, so the price was calculated at 0.1 cent per pound.
Now no one is willing to go to the county grain station. Those who can afford it can use an ox cart, horse cart or donkey cart, while those who cannot can only use wooden racks or carry the grain on their shoulders or backs.
It is more than 20 miles from the village to the county granary. We had to leave by horse-drawn carriage at one o'clock in the middle of the night, otherwise the queue would be very long.
Many times, because the quality of the grain is not up to standard or the weight is not enough, we have to go back and forth many times.
Often after paying public grain, a person will become several shades darker, and some may even suffer from sunburn and peeling skin.
So when people talk about paying public grain, their heads are filled with worries.
Nowadays, some people come to the village directly to collect the fees, and people can accept the price reduction of one or two cents.
Isn’t there still more than 1,200 kilograms missing?
Hehe, the rest will cost more than just the extra 30 cents!
When supply is less than demand, rare goods become valuable.
He dared to ask for 50 or 70 cents, and he didn’t have to share the extra money with that idiot with Scarface, it was all his.
He was just wondering how many cents the price increase would be appropriate when Gu Feihan and his companions drove over.
Gu Feihan jumped down from the jeep, wearing a black shirt and a black windbreaker. The villagers had never seen a man who looked like he came out of a magazine, and the entire threshing ground fell eerily quiet.
Scarface and several others also jumped off the rented truck.
The group was very large.
Zhang Fugui was stunned at first, then he was delighted. It seemed that he had to shout louder.
He exchanged glances with the scarred man behind Gu Feihan.
Scarface nodded slightly, raised his chin slightly, and pointed at Gu Feihan imperceptibly: This is the real boss.
Zhang Fugui has been the village chief for many years and is quite shrewd. Although he is anxious in his heart, he still has a amiable smile on his face.
He thought he was at least a man in his thirties.
But I didn't expect it to be such a young guy? Has his hair grown out yet? The young guy pretended to be very mature, but in fact he was just a person who only knew how to spend money but not how to count. Let's see how he can perform today and give him a hug.
"It must be Director Gu." Zhang Fugui calmed himself down and ran forward to shake hands.
"Who are you?" Gu Feihan didn't move.
Scarface stepped forward to explain, "Boss Gu, this is the head of Beizhule Village, Zhang Fugui."
He turned to look at Zhang Fugui again, "Why call him Director Gu? Our General Manager Gu's business is more than just this small brewery. You have to call him General Manager Gu!"
Zhang Fugui shyly retracted his outstretched hand, but still had a flattering smile on his face: "Yes, yes, I don't know the rules, hello, Mr. Gu."
Gu Feihan didn't even raise his eyelids, and his voice was still calm, "Village Chief Zhang, is there enough food? Why does it seem like there is only so little?"
This is what Zhang Fugui was waiting for.
Enough? Even if it's enough, I won't sell it to you, a little bastard, for cheap! Thank you book friends for your votes and subscriptions~
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