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"You all know the prices the government paid for land in the surrounding area last year. If you don't know, you can go out and ask around. None of them were over 5,000. The price of 5,500 is what our village wants, and we haven't agreed to it yet."
Qin Wenli said slowly.
The people on the opposite side looked at each other and whispered a few words, and that person still acted as the spokesperson.
"But what about Sheng Ning's 8,000?"
"You also said it was Shengning. We are Shangguan. Besides, you just said that it was the price around Shengning Street. Can we have the same price in such a remote place?"
"We are also farming together with Sheng Ning!"
"Okay, but didn't you find out clearly? We also asked in the village next to you, and they only wanted 4,500."
After saying that, Qin Wenli pretended to discuss it with Hu Yufeng, his voice just loud enough for everyone in the meeting room to hear: "Mom, why don't we go to the one in the next village after this one? They called me this morning. The place is a little small, but the price is cheap!"
Hu Yufeng nodded.
The people on the opposite side looked at each other.
"Let's put it this way. The highest price we offer is 4,500 per acre, the same price as Shengning next door. You guys consider it first. If it's feasible, Director Liu, please give me a call." Qin Wenli made the decision.
Hu Yufeng cooperated and stood up to say goodbye to the branch secretary.
In the meeting room, Secretary Liu said calmly, "Boss, you have met today and heard what they said. They know the market better than us. Murakami originally wanted to get 5,500 for everyone, but now it's hard to get 5,000. They don't insist on us. You can go back and discuss it, and then go see the director if you can."
Having said that, he stood up first.
Director Liu pointed at a few people with a look of disappointment.
These were all relatives of the Liu family. After everyone left that day, he and the branch secretary went out to inquire. They knew that the price of 5,500 was already a bargain for them. As a result, these two families spread rumors and caused trouble everywhere. Now, look, you just love to compete with Sheng Ning, so I’ll let you compete enough.
…
Everyone in the conference room was stunned when they saw the other two parties withdraw so quickly.
"Manlin, what do we do?" someone said to the leader.
Her wife also spoke up: "That's right, we listened to you, but now it's up to you to decide whether to accept it or not?"
The other couple, who had never spoken, stood up and walked out silently.
"Mr. Man, wait a moment. We haven't discussed the matter yet. Where are you two going?" Manqing called out to the two of them.
The two men stopped when they heard this, and the man turned around and said calmly: "I won't discuss it, it doesn't matter whether I sell it or not!"
After saying that, he took his wife and walked out.
Manqing frowned. His family was well-off and could afford to buy it or not, but his own family couldn't. The boy just found a wife and asked for 3,800 yuan in betrothal money, but he didn't have a penny. At this juncture, a man came to buy land. His one and a half acres of land could be sold for more than eight thousand yuan, which really solved the family's urgent need.
Before he could agree, Manjun came to his door and said that all the people in Murakami were bad guys and were deliberately keeping the price low. He was tempted and listened to Manlin, and ended up setting up such a stall.
"Manlin, whatever you say, we'll listen to you."
Manqing came to his senses and saw that his wife was still pulling Manlin to ask for explanation. He pulled his wife and said to Manlin.
A few days ago, the whole village was talking about how Manlin had lost money gambling, and he must be more anxious about this than I was.
What can he do? If you have money but don't make it, you're a bastard. Those bastards next door are crazy for pushing the price so low!
As for the bad guys like Murakami, the boss kept talking to them, but they didn't say a word. If you don’t help the villagers, what’s the point of being a village cadre? You might as well go home and shovel cow dung!
He cursed all these people in his heart, and Manlin's depression subsided a lot. But after he vented his anger, a sense of panic rose in his heart again. What if the other party really doesn't want to buy it? How is he going to pay back the money he owes? Does he really have to cut off a finger?
When I thought of this, I felt a sharp pain in my hand. Hiss... No!
My land is not on the street or close to the road. I finally met such a sucker. If I don’t seize the opportunity, I’m afraid I won’t be able to sell it at all.
"Well, we still have to find the branch secretary to deal with this matter..." Manlin waved and called the two of them to his side, muttering to himself.
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Hu Yufeng returned to the shop, holding a glass of icy sugar water, took a sip and sighed comfortably:
"Yuyu is a smart person!"
Qin Wenli looked at his daughter under the parasol and smiled: "Let her try it herself, so that she can understand the difficulty of adults making money."
Ever since the weather got hotter, more people came to the shop to beg for drinks, so Qin Yu came up with a new idea to set up a stall to sell drinks.
She first borrowed 20 yuan from Yang Xiu and bought some disposable plastic cups, orange powder, sour plum powder, etc.
A small cup costs 20 cents and a large cup costs 50 cents, and the business is pretty good. Seeing this, Yang Xiu suggested that she could make some green bean herbal tea to relieve the heat. The child studied the recipe for two days and actually figured it out.
After selling for two months, I had already paid off the twenty yuan I borrowed. Yang Xiu didn't ask her how much she earned specifically, but from the fact that she hired Qin Shu, a child laborer, to run the stall, he could get a glimpse of it, the benefits should be pretty good.
After chatting about the children for a while, the two started discussing the land.
After today's probing and observation, Qin Wenli came to a conclusion: "Secretary Liu did it on purpose. He must have a conflict with one of the families, and he deliberately used this incident to make that family bow down."
When we met for the first time, judging from Director Liu's expression, it was clear that the price was not a sure thing, but the success rate was about 80%.
Although the two did not say it explicitly at the time, it was clear from Director Liu's tone that they wanted to wait until the village and the masses had negotiated before continuing the conversation. This kind of thing is usually handled in this way. The buyer will definitely only negotiate with you, Murakami. It's your ability that you bought it for 3,000 and then sold it to me for 5,000.
What's going on now? It's as noisy as a vegetable market right from the start. Who can guarantee that these people won't come and cause trouble in the future?
Hu Yufeng also saw it, her eyes were a little cold: "He is using us as pawns, how can it work? Anyway, the price is 4500, let's see how he opens his mouth."
As for why they are so sure that Murakami will speak, isn't it obvious enough? If he really doesn't want to, those people would have overturned the table and left on the spot. How can they suppress their anger and talk among themselves?
Since they had nothing to do anyway, the two of them rehearsed various lines of speech that Secretary Liu might use, and then went home with confidence.
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Shangliu Village, home of Party Secretary Liu.
After dinner, Manqing and Manlin came to the door.
In the past, when he saw him, Manlin, whose nose was not a nose and eyes were not eyes, smiled particularly attentively, lit cigarettes and flattered him.
Secretary Liu knew it very well, but he just kept silent.
Seeing this, Manlin gave Manqing a look, and Manqing immediately leaned over to Secretary Liu and said, "Uncle, Third Uncle, what do you think about selling the land?"
Secretary Liu moved aside in disgust: "Speak politely, you are just making trouble in front of me."
Manqing immediately took a step back and continued, "Uncle San, we are all from the same family. You can't just ignore me. Our kid is still waiting for the gift money."
Secretary Liu dusted off his cigarette ash and said, "Are you going to pay the betrothal fee? Who can stop you from marrying your son?"
Manqing stamped his feet and said, "Uncle San, don't I have any money? If I had money, my son wouldn't have dragged it on until now. Anyway, you see, either sell the land or lend me money!"
Secretary Liu snorted and ignored him, just smoking one cigarette after another.
Manqing had no choice but to wink at Manlin.
Manlin lowered his head, and when he looked up again, he had a look of regret on his face: "Third Uncle, I was wrong in the past, it's all my fault, and it has nothing to do with my brother. Please don't bear grudges, just help my brother. The kid is grown up now, and it's not easy to find a wife. I'm waiting for this money to marry her."
Secretary Liu said "Oh" and continued smoking.
Manlin gritted his teeth and continued, "Uncle San, we are all descendants of the Liu family. For the sake of our ancestors, please forgive your nephew this time. I promise that from now on, if you tell me to go east, I will never go west. I'm leaving it at that. From now on, if the villagers scold you, they are scolding me. OK, Uncle San?"
Secretary Liu slowly dusted off the ash from his cigarette, then looked up at Manlin.
Manlin immediately changed to a smiling face: "Uncle San, I know that you love us younger generations the most. What do you think about this matter..."
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So Qin Wenli, who had been a courier for two days, received a call for the second time.
On the other end of the line, Secretary Liu's enthusiastic laughter came over the line: "Nephew, have you been busy these past two days? I've been thinking about it, and I felt bad for making you and your mother run all the way there that day, and you got so angry. So I thought of inviting you two to come out and have a chat."
Qin Wenli thought that was exactly the case, but he said politely, "Uncle, you are too polite. You and Director Liu have been busy for our business. Don't take it to heart. It's hard not to be offended in business. I won't let you spend money this time. I will treat you and Uncle Gou to dinner next time if I have the chance."
Secretary Liu immediately responded: "No, I have already booked the hotel. The Qianxi Banquet will be held at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning. You and your mother must come." After that, he hung up the phone without giving Qin Wenli a chance to refute.
Qin Wenli grinned and thought, it would be a waste if he didn’t eat it.
"Mom, Secretary Liu wants us to have dinner tomorrow!"
"Eat it and go!"
On the second day, Qin Wenli paid a visit to the Gou family, and sure enough, Secretary Gou also received the invitation.
"Lao Liu was being vague on the phone. What did he want from you guys?"
Actually, that is not the case. Although Lao Liu tried to clear himself of all charges on the phone last night, saying that it was the villagers who were making trouble unreasonably and asked him to say a few good words. But they are all old foxes in politics, and they don’t know each other. Lao Liu is such a noble person, but he can lower himself to invite others to dinner. He must have done something not so glorious and needs help from others.
But can Secretary Gou say this? If he says it out loud, he'd be like a traitor; of course, if he doesn't say it out loud, he'd also be like a traitor. Anyway, he had made up his mind last night. He would go today to see the situation. The bottom line was that he could not offend Wen Li and his mother.
"It's about buying land..." There's nothing hidden in this. This is the condition of Xiaogou Village. Secretary Gou had already guessed that the Qin family would leave sooner or later.
"This Old Liu, how can he do things like that? It's a great thing that you can come to their village."
After hearing this, Lao Gou knew that what he had guessed was almost exactly the same, but this did not stop him from acting like he shared a common hatred for the enemy.
I am so angry and envious. Why is my village not on that plateau? If such a factory could remain in his village, not to mention his political achievements, just look at the benefits it brings to the people: not only can the village's oil and grain be sold without leaving the village, but the villagers can also find jobs nearby.
Isn’t this a huge benefit!
Thinking in the long term, if the Qin family becomes bigger and stronger, which of the village roads, schools, and even the village collective will not benefit?
This idiot Old Liu is lucky!
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