Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

After the three of Yang Jianguo broke up with Wan Feng last time, they first went home separately.

Suddenly there was a lot of money. After a short period of joy, the three of them seemed to lose their balance in their hearts, and they didn't know how to continue their lives for a while.

Thinking about the dreamlike experience of this year, they fell into confusion.

If they are asked to farm at home, they will raise a hundred and eighty people a year, even if they are killed, they will not do it.

After staying at home for five or six days, Han Meng and Zhao Gang gathered in Yang Jian's country again. After some discussion, the three of them followed Wan Feng's instructions and started to mess around in the flower market.

Although none of the three of them are suitable for business, the Clivia market has been going up all the way, and even blind people can make money if they go in.

The three of them kept Wan Feng's words in mind, and they were not greedy for too much, and they were not greedy for pots of flowers. The dozen or so people made a profit of 34,000 each.

But the three of them still seemed to have no backbone, and they were not emotionally involved. They were so happy to meet Li Mingdou at dinner today.

After exchanging pleasantries between the two parties and describing their parting feelings, Yang Jianguo and the three left the hotel and moved to the room rented by Wan Feng.

This time, there are more people and the efficiency of doing things is higher. Although there are more people who share the money, but the number of people who buy is more, the number of flowers purchased will naturally be more.

This time, five people went out to make purchases, and two people took care of the stalls. The number of purchases was more than double that of Wan Feng when there were four people, and each person's daily income increased accordingly.

Because Yang Jianguo and Han Meng had been with Zheng Yuexian for a long time, their research on Clivia was better than that of Li Yong, so they took Li Yong and He Xiao to receive the goods outside.

Li Mingdou was in charge of transporting back and forth, and Wan Feng led Zhao Gang in charge of selling at the booth. Because of the existence of the big fool Wan Feng, Yang Jianguo and the five people charged as much as Wan Feng sold at the booth, and it was cheaper than He Xiao and Li Mingdou. The price is even higher.

So they sold 120 pots of flowers on the first day, and their income increased from an average of 500 to 700.

It was like this for four or five days in a row.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, a customer came to Wan Feng's booth and asked Wan Feng the price by pointing to the painted face of Wan Feng's pot.

Due to the rise in flower prices, the price of this flower face has changed from 30,000 to 40,000.

"Staller, can your potted flowers be cheaper?"

Wan Feng thought that they had been here for almost ten days, and today is the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, so it was time to let go and prepare to return.

"Brother, if you really want to buy this flower face, you can give me a price and I will sell it if it is suitable."

The man obviously had some research on Clivia, and Balabala said something, and finally gave a price of 25,000.

Twenty-five thousand was the price a few days ago. Although Wan Feng didn't care about the three thousand five thousand, at least the potted flower had to be worthy of its current value.

"Brother, my 'Tiebeizhang' is the latest generation product, which belongs to the watermelon rind flower face. Look at the shape of the leaves, the bottom one is wide and round, and the upper one is wide and pointed. The whole flower pot is covered with leaves but not messy. The color difference is obvious, the brightness can be as bright as lacquer, and the veins are high and convex, thick and blue. You can touch it with your hands and it will feel clear and oily. Two trees, it’s not that I care about the money. The price you give is an insult to this orchid. In order to be worthy of the value of this orchid, I don’t want too much. If you think it’s worth three, you can take it.

If you are not willing to pay this number, then you are not sincere in buying orchids, and we will go our separate ways. "

Wan Feng's words were well-founded and provocative, the customer hesitated for a while, and finally decided to buy it.

In fact, if he is not greedy when he buys this orchid now, he can still make money by reselling it, but if he wants to sell it for 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, he has to smash it in his hands.

Thirty thousand yuan in cash is also a large bundle of money, and it is not safe to put it in the stall. Wan Feng collects the money here and transfers it to the savings bank outside to deposit it.

Wan Feng had saved money in the savings office, and as soon as he entered the flower market, he saw a sneaky guy in the crowd with his arms folded and his neck hunched.

Just when this guy was trembling and ready to reach into a person's pocket, Wan Feng went over and squeezed the person out.

Wan Feng took the goods outside the flower market and stood against the wall.

"And it's you, who robbed me with a match gun yesterday, and came here today to pick up the bag, can you do something serious, or are you just born bad?"

This guy was the young man who led a few people to rob Wan Feng with match guns yesterday.

"Besides, the way you pick out your bags is simply a layman. If you pick out your bags like this ten times, you will be caught nine times."

"It's okay to succeed once!" The young man actually replied with such a big heart.

"What the hell is it once? If you get caught nine times, you'll probably be beaten to death. You're not welcome to thieves."

"Then if I succeed the first time, I can save the next nine times, and I won't have to be beaten."

This idea is so strange.

Wan Feng really wanted to give him a five-finger fan with nine twists and eighteen bends, and he still thought about it this way.

"Tell me how old you are this year?"

"It's eighteen in Chinese New Year, do you have any cigarettes?"

Wan Feng rolled his eyes, just because yesterday this guy dared to ask him for a gun and put a whip back, Wan Feng decided that this guy was a natural funny.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his body and handed it over.

What made Wan Feng speechless was that this guy took out one and put the whole pack of cigarettes in his pocket, and didn't take out the cigarette again until he saw Wan Feng looking at him with a bad look.

"Hey, brother, I'm sorry, I'm used to it."

"Are you still embarrassed? Why do I feel that your skin is thicker than the soles of my shoes!"

The young man looked at Wan Feng's shoes subconsciously, and then exclaimed: "Jungou! It's still authentic, and it's more than a hundred yuan now, awesome pen!"

Is it awesome for me to wear a pair of military hooks?

"What is your name?"

The young man stopped laughing and joking: "What are you doing? Are you sending me to the police station? I haven't turned eighteen yet?"

Can't I send it to the police station if I'm under 18?

"You don't say you're down, it's not that I look down on you, look at you, you look like a bear now, you're dressed in tatters, you can't do this even if you're a thief, don't you have a mother or your mother is dead ?”

Unexpectedly, with this sentence, the hippie smile on the young man's face disappeared, and the circles of his eyes turned red.

"Don't act for me, I won't believe you even if you shed tears."

"My mother died a long time ago, when I was twelve years old."

"Make it up! Make it up, don't you still have an old man who doesn't do anything all day, who drinks every day and gets drunk all day long and doesn't care about you?"

"How did you know."

Wan Feng had the urge to raise his foot to slap the other person's face, you are still alive after being paralyzed.