Pamper Eighties

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the watermelons in Taoyuan Village have gradually matured, becoming big, red and sweet. When the villagers are thirsty, they only need to eat a piece. It is more useful to keep it than to drink water. Everyone knows that watermelon is a good thing, and the watermelon fields are being served more and more carefully.

There are so many watermelons in the village, and they will soon usher in a bumper harvest. Feng Yimin and Zhang Guangming are both anxious and must find a market for the watermelons as soon as possible. They rode bicycles this day, tied a basket of watermelons to the back of the car and went the provincial capital.

When he arrived at the provincial capital, Feng Yimin found the home of Director Zhou of the Railway Bureau, and told him about the situation in the village. Director Zhou was very happy. After tasting the watermelon, he felt that the watermelon was good. He himself was the leader in charge of logistics. The decision was made on the spot, and it was decided to purchase 1,000 watermelons from Taoyuan Village to distribute National Day benefits to the employees in the bureau, and also kindly reminded them to find the way to the state-run hotel and the canteen of the unit.

Feng Yimin originally wanted to go to the state-run hotel, but to be honest, he didn't know anyone there. Although the watermelon in their village was delicious, he had no way to do it, so they didn't want it.

The state-run hotel that entertains foreign guests is willing to ask for it, but they don't want much. Feng Yimin and Zhang Guangming traveled several times, and finally signed a list of hundreds of watermelons.

The same goes for the two of them when they go to the canteen of the unit. Everyone knows that it is a department with a lot of oil and water, but no one is willing to take care of them. It seems that it is not easy to get through this market.

Feng Yimin was not discouraged. He went to many self-employed people who opened restaurants, and finally negotiated a list of five or six hundred watermelons. Those self-employed people not only acted readily, but also kept asking them what their ideas were. Feng Yimin of course knew that they wanted to inquire about the place of origin, so that they could buy watermelons as second-order dealers, so they would definitely lower the price.

Feng Yimin had long thought that the money for selling watermelons should be left to the villagers to earn, and these second-order dealers could not take advantage of them. of.

The two of them went out for a trip and signed orders for more than 2,000 watermelons, and they could sell them for more than 20,000 yuan even at the price. After returning, they had to organize the villagers to pick and transport the watermelons.

In the afternoon, the two of them had just returned to the village on their bikes. Before they could announce the good news, they saw many villagers surrounding the watermelon field from a distance. Could something have happened while they were away? The two of them were very worried, they parked their bicycles and ran over immediately.

Everyone in the village stood on the field ridge to watch the excitement. Feng Yimin squeezed in and saw a tall, thin and dark young man standing in the watermelon field of a villager. He looked like he was in his twenties, with a pitted pockmarked face. With a pair of small squinting eyes and high cheekbones, his whole person looks a little treacherous.

Mazi picked up a big watermelon and slapped it away with force, and spit it out after taking a bite. His face was full of disgust and refused to eat any more. Feng Yimin stood far away, and he could still hear him shouting out loudly, "No dick," and then again. Slapped the other watermelon hard.

Seeing the flattering smile on the villager's face, Feng Yimin asked the person beside him very puzzled: "What's going on? Who is that person? What did he do in our village?"

The villager standing next to him said with envy on his face: "Village chief, we sold watermelons to Wuqi Machinery Factory last time. When Boss Wang heard about it, he took the initiative to come to the door to buy it. Now he is choosing, If he is selected, he will drive over to collect it in two days. The village chief, Boss Wang is a big boss from the south. I heard him say that he wants to collect 10,000 watermelons. Our village has made a fortune this time, haha.”

Feng Yimin thought it was so good? As soon as the watermelons in their village were ripe, someone took the initiative to come to the door to buy them, and as soon as they made a move, half of the watermelons in the village were rounded up? If the price is right, it's not bad. He has already thought about it, and it must not be less than 50 cents a pound. As for the bosses who make more money and less money, that's their ability. If this wave of watermelons is successfully sold, he and Guangming will go out and sell the watermelons a few times, and everyone in the village will have a great year. , As long as the villagers grow watermelons at home, they can earn at least three or four hundred yuan, and even more than a thousand yuan. For example, if his family planted 15 acres, if they sold it, they would become a household of 10,000 yuan.

Feng Yimin still had a thought in his heart. He is a young and strong man, and he can't be compared by his father. He can make a fortune just by growing watermelons, and finally he didn't lose face in front of his father.

At this moment, he heard a shout from the boss Wang: "Ah bah bah bah, I didn't say you, what kind of watermelon is your family growing? It's not sweet at all, and it's all seeds. , aren't you a liar? This is too unpalatable, isn't it?"

Boss Wang held a watermelon, stretched out **** and plucked out the core in the middle and ate it. He threw it back into the field with his mouth pouted in disgust. It turned over and it was too dirty to eat.

The villager was very unhappy in his heart. The watermelon that they were reluctant to eat was spoiled like this, and no one was happy if they changed it, but he thought about it and felt that Boss Wang was really willing to buy it so he was so selective. , After holding back, he still held his breath back in his heart.

He watched as Boss Wang opened another watermelon. He wanted to vomit after taking a bite. This time, before Boss Wang threw the watermelon away, the villager hurriedly carried the watermelon over. He dug out a piece and ate it. Very sweet and juicy, there is no better watermelon than this.

The villagers felt sullen in their hearts, pointed at the watermelon and said unconvincingly, "Boss Wang, this watermelon in my house is very sweet, and the seeds in the melon are already the least. You have never seen a watermelon in Hainan. Only one seed is called."

Boss Wang was suddenly unhappy. He frowned and said very arrogantly: "What do you mean by you? I came from the south. I don't know what a watermelon in Hainan looks like? It’s clearly a cowardly melon, and you still want to take it out for me. I think you don’t want to make money. I can’t serve you like this. There are so many people in your village who grow watermelons, and many people want to sell them to me. I’m here. Buy it from someone else's home."

When Feng Yimin heard his accent, he froze for a while. It didn't look like he was from the south. He asked the villagers next to him, "Is this boss Wang really from the south? Did he say it himself, or you guys? Guess?"

The villagers approached and whispered: "The village chief, he said it himself, and Boss Wang also said that he drove a car and parked outside Longling, tsk tsk tsk, Boss Wang must be rich, otherwise, where can he buy it? Get the car."

Feng Yimin and Zhang Guangming glanced at each other, and both felt that something was wrong. This boss Wang said he was from the South, but his accent was similar to their Taoyuan Village, and his opening and closing were a bit earthy, so they both went. I have traveled to the south, and I have spoken to the southerners. The authentic southerners speak like bird language. Even if some people can speak Mandarin, most people can't tell the meaning of the words.

Zhang Guangming's brows were tightly wrinkled, he pulled Feng Yimin out of the crowd, lowered his voice with special vigilance and said, "Yimin, I think there must be something wrong with this boss Wang, we just came back from the mountain, why didn't we see him? What about that car?"

This is a small place. If a car comes in, it will definitely attract onlookers, but they have just passed the commune, and there is only one road from the commune to Longling. Where are there any cars? I am afraid they have encountered a liar.

In just a short while, that Boss Wang has slipped into someone else's field. It's still the same old way. When he opens a watermelon, he throws a watermelon, and he taunts and yells at the villagers, but the villagers are afraid of offending the big boss. , they hold their breath in their hearts and dare not speak out.

Feng Yimin took his eyes away from them and said solemnly: "We can't ignore it, even if he is really a big boss, we can't waste the watermelons of the villagers, this is what we have worked so hard to grow, how does it taste? Don't we know that? How could it not be delicious? Let's go down and meet him."

Just now, Boss Wang had just thrown away a watermelon and was standing in the field with his hips on his back, about to be slaughtered. Suddenly, his shoulders were turned around, and he turned around.

Feng Yimin smiled warmly and hugged his shoulders and said, "Boss Wang, isn't it? Welcome to our Taoyuan Village to choose watermelons. Boss Wang, are you from the south? Oh, it's really hard for you to come to our village. Son, don't be polite, walk around and have a good chat with a few of us in the brigade."

Boss Wang wanted to break his hand, but couldn't. He kept this posture and said awkwardly, "Who are you? Why should I go to the brigade with you?"

"Hahaha, I forgot to introduce you. I am Feng Yimin, the village head of this village. His name is Zhang Guangming and he is the accountant in the village. If Boss Wang wants to buy watermelons, he can discuss it with our village. This is really neglected by us. You can discuss it with us. The number and price, we will send someone to collect it for you, and keep it to your satisfaction, there is no need for you to work so hard in the fields yourself, don't you think?"

Feng Yimin patted him on the shoulder very nicely, and stared at Boss Wang for a moment, wanting to see how he reacted.

Boss Wang was stunned for a moment, then immediately laughed, hugged Feng Yimin's shoulder and said, "So you are the village chief Feng, I heard them talk about you, you are a good village chief, I see you The watermelons in the village are all looking good, so I'll go talk to you in the brigade."

Boss Wang dragged Feng Yimin and wanted to go forward, but he didn't want Feng Yimin, but suddenly stopped, and pretended to be very embarrassed and said, "Boss Wang, we can't just leave like this, you just threw away so many watermelons. , I figured it would be worth 150 or 60 yuan. It's not easy for the villagers to grow watermelons. You can't take advantage of such a big boss, right? Do you want to pay this price? Are they?"

Boss Wang was immediately anxious, "Why do you want me to pay for it? Their watermelons are unpalatable and choking. I didn't ask them to pay me compensation. It's not bad, but you still have the nerve to ask me to pay compensation? I think you are If you want to deceive me, let me tell you, I'm a big boss from the south, and I'm still driving a car, if you offend me, hum."

Feng Yimin was not frightened by him at all, he squinted his eyes and looked up and down at him and said, "No, Boss Wang, I don't think your accent sounds like a southerner. Where are you from the southern? I have been to the southern. There are many places, if you say it, maybe I still know. Boss Wang, you are really rich. What kind of car did you drive here? Haha I have seen a lot of cars in the south. To be honest, I am envious. Tell us all about it, and let us country folks learn from it."

Boss Wang's eyes flickered imperceptibly, and he said calmly: "Feng Village Chief, I'm from Guangzhou, my car is parked outside, and I'm not very familiar with your place. If I had known that this mountain road is so easy to walk, I would have driven my car in, and it would have saved me the trouble of walking."

Feng Yimin gave Zhang Guangming a secret wink, something was wrong, very wrong, it would be fine to say it was somewhere else, but the accent of Guangzhou people is definitely not like this. It's too similar, a large green dress that is half new and not old, people in Guangzhou are all dressed in old fashion, and those who come out to do business must at least wear flared pants and a floral shirt to be decent, and those who are more particular about it. Black leather shoes, a black briefcase in his hand, and no matter how particular he is, there are servants around him. How can the southern boss run out in green clothes.

Feng Yimin suspected that this Boss Wang might be a liar, but he couldn't let him deceive the people in the village. He hugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "Oh, Boss Wang, you don't know the customs here. The place has a sturdy folk customs since ancient times. If someone dares to eat without giving money, then I'm sorry. Money is fine, let’s take it to the Public Security Bureau and have a good chat, the people’s public security won’t be accustomed to him, hahaha, you can see that I am a talkative person. Boss Wang is such a big businessman, he will definitely not lose us. Farmers' money, right?"

As soon as the villagers next to them heard that they had money, they immediately ran over actively, surrounded Boss Wang and said, "Yes, Boss Wang, our village chief did not lie to you, this is what we are here for. Custom, you can open my watermelon, eat it, and throw it all over the floor. My loss is huge. You can't just leave like this, or who will pay for my loss? Huh? I think I can only go to the people's public security to call the shots for me."

The villagers calculated their own losses in a fuss, and stared at this boss Wang with a smile.