Yin Zhijian touched his chin and chose to remain calm, wanting to see what this man would do.
He is an old fox who has been in the business world for many years, so he can naturally make up his mind.
Mingsen, who was not so good at cultivating his Qi, began to speak at length. The main point was that buying sand must be signed by the Water Conservancy Bureau, otherwise it would be illegal.
He also described in detail the consequences of breaking the law, slightly exaggerating it to scare people.
He thought that this would allow him to successfully control Yin Zhijian and make him obedient and give him money as a tribute.
But his long string of words made people lose the desire to listen, and only made people feel that this guy was taking advantage of the power of others.
Although he didn't know what the rules were in the county, Yin Zhijian had a lot of dealings with the Shanghai Water Conservancy Bureau.
He knows too well the interests involved.
Yin Zhijian had discussed similar matters of legal and illegal procedures with the old foxes in the Shanghai Stock Exchange when they were drinking together. How could he be fooled?
He might understand the interest chain of sand better than the backers behind this kid. It's really funny to show off his knowledge in front of an expert.
This guy is most likely just a representative who was pushed out and has no real power at all.
The person behind the scenes wanted to make a fortune, but couldn't show up in public, so he pushed this guy to the front to make money, while he himself sat back and waited to collect the money.
This move can be said to be the lowest level move, and the local tyrant can easily fail.
But it is enough to deal with ordinary small businessmen. Everyone is charged a fee every time they buy sand, which is not a small fee.
After hearing the last part, Yin Zhijian said with disinterest, "I wonder who your boss is? He won't even give his name when discussing something like this. Who would dare to cooperate?"
What's there to talk about with this white glove? It's better to go directly to the owner.
Mingsen was a little annoyed by the interruption, but he still avoided the main point: "We have someone in the Water Conservancy Bureau, don't worry about it. Anyway, if you buy sand today, you must pay a tribute!"
He looked at the big fat sheep with shining eyes.
I heard from my errand boy that this guy drives a car, so he must be rich, and his clothing style is not that of an official, which is even better!
This means that this person can be manipulated at will. Mingsen was so excited that he started calculating how much commission he could get.
Yin Zhijian shook his head and laughed. Did this guy really think he was an ignorant newbie?
He looked at Mingsen with disdain: "Alright, why are you hiding it? If you don't tell me, I'll leave. It's hard to discuss this matter without a name."
What it means is that your rank is too low and you are not qualified to talk. Let someone who is in charge come.
Mingsen looked unhappy: "Why are you so nosy? I told you I have someone in the Water Conservancy Bureau! I can handle whatever you want!"
The two men argued for a while, and finally Mingsen compromised.
He revealed his backers and openly demanded money: "I'm the son-in-law of the director of the Water Conservancy Bureau. I can definitely give you the green light. Hurry and give me the gift!"
One hand is spread out with an anxious attitude.
Yin Zhijian was no longer anxious. He leaned back in his chair and put his hands on the armrests. "Talking is not enough. You can't decide on my 10 million sands by yourself."
He also dealt with the sandbox in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, and used this number directly to seduce people.
The way this big guy sat immediately frightened Mingsen.
However, Mingsen has been doing this for some time and knows that merchants always ask for sky-high prices when they negotiate, and they will pay back when the price is settled, so they may not really order so much sand.
He hesitated for a while, then whispered, "I have some black sand here, do you want some?"
Yin Zhijian didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise, and the corners of his mouth curled up with interest: "Let's see the price. If the price is satisfactory, we can negotiate."
Black sand is illegally mined sand. This type of sand is cheap, but it is illegal.
It is obvious that Mingsen, with the support of his father-in-law who is the deputy director of the Water Conservancy Bureau, has plenty of ways to make this black sand pass through the open market and be sold as normal sand.
When Mingsen heard that he was willing to buy it, he quoted a price that was one-third lower than the market price.
Yin Zhijian, who had been in the business for many years, was familiar with the market for black sand and immediately cut the price in half: "Six yuan per ton, shipped to Shanghai by long-distance ship, you pay the freight."
Unwilling to give up, Mingsen bargained for a while longer and finally got a price that he thought was reasonable.
He lost a commission because of the price cut, so he reluctantly accepted the deposit of several hundred yuan, signed the contract, and quickly sent the cunning Yin Zhijian away.
I thought I caught a clueless young man, but I didn't expect that he was actually a seasoned expert. What bad luck!
Mingsen watched as a group of people entered the car at the entrance of the sand field. When the car started, the car body shook slightly and then slowly reversed and drove away. His eyes were full of envy.
When will he be able to reach this level?
There is a car to pick you up and drop you off when you travel, and you have assistants, bodyguards and drivers by your side. All you need to do is talk.
Ponyboy sighed at the side: "Wow, this guy is really rich. When will I be able to own a car?"
He expressed Mingsen's thoughts.
But he would not admit it, and could only bury his envy deep in his heart, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing? Hurry up and work. How can you have a better tomorrow if you don't work hard now?"
The frightened little pony shrank his neck and went to work honestly.
Mingsen put the deposit in his pocket, took the contract and went home with a gloomy face. All the way, he could only think about Yin Zhijian's bossy style.
Especially the beautiful secretary, her every frown and smile is full of charm, and she takes care of the boss meticulously.
He licked his lips and imagined that one day he would become such a big boss and everyone would have to act according to his wishes.
He was daydreaming with great enthusiasm when the cold wind of reality woke him up.
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