Reborn King of Marketing

Zhang Xuebing finally revealed his plan to buy land.

After all, this gold mine was discovered by Xiong Zhan and Jiaomujiao, and they both got a big share, so Zhang Xuebing decided to tell the truth.

Jiaomujiao, who was standing guard from the side, also listened and nodded repeatedly, saying that Zhang Xuebing had thought carefully.

However, Xiong Zhan said directly, "Why are you thinking so much? If these are gold, I want these we picked up. There are really mineral veins in the mountains. I'm afraid I won't live to enjoy them!"

His idea was that he would be content with being a little rich. No matter how much wealth he could not afford, he would not dare to think about those distant things.

Jiaomu Jiao also nodded and said, "When we develop to the point where we are able to develop this mine, I don't know how many years will come. Whether we can survive until then is hard to say. I also agree with Xiao Xiong!"

Xiong Zhan nodded and said, "Boss, you have the ability to develop that mine. We are not greedy. We can just share it equally among the three people we find. Looking at the height of this mountain is not my style!"

Zhang Xuebing said calmly but firmly, "If it is something valuable, your share will be indispensable. I have already made plans for that mine. Don't worry, as long as it is developed, everyone will have a share!"

The two of them would never question Zhang Xuebing's credibility, and a warm feeling arose in their hearts at the same time.

He was already planning to give up the gold mine, and they still wanted to give him a share. How could they not be moved and admire Zhang Xuebing's generosity?

It was late at night, but it was not very cold in the winter wilderness. Zhang Xuebing finally fell asleep feeling uneasy.

Until he was woken up by Xiong Zhan, he was still frightened and thought something had happened. When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already dark.

"Why didn't you ask me to get up for the night watch?"

Xiong Zhan smiled honestly, "Looking at you sleeping soundly, Brother Laojiao has done your best for you. It can be regarded as an apology for what happened yesterday!"

The smell of meat and vegetable soup wafted from the campfire.

Jiaomujiao was making breakfast by the campfire using the leftover rabbit bones, meat and wild vegetable compressed biscuits from yesterday.

This may be their last hot meal before they see human beings. The next time they want to eat it, they can only eat it after they find human traces, or if they are lucky enough to catch another prey.

Zhang Xuebing simply wiped his face, made meat and vegetable porridge with them, and then packed up, and the three of them embarked on a long journey.

The sky and the earth are vast and vast, with wind and frost hitting their faces and biting cold wind. After determining the direction, the three of them stepped on the snow and braved the cold wind, and walked for two days before they found a small village.

What surprised them was that the people in this village all had Chinese faces, and they spoke in authentic Guanwai dialect.

Let them think they are back in China again.

The small village is not big, with only twenty or thirty households visible from a distance.

It is also surrounded by desolate land, and the village is backed by a stretch of mountains, making it appear isolated from the world while retaining the fireworks of the world.

When Zhang Xuebing and others just walked outside the village, they caused a commotion.

When several children who were building snowmen outside the village saw them, they were so frightened that they ran away in panic, as if they had encountered bandits.

Soon the adults in the village rushed out carrying various farm tools and shotguns.

Fortunately, Zhang Xuebing shouted - we are from China!

Only then did the misunderstanding disappear, and he was welcomed in by the villagers.

They were first placed in an empty stone house and waited for a long time before meeting the village chief - an old man with gray hair who was over fifty years old.

The village chief introduced himself, "This village is called Huojiacun. Almost all the people in the village are named Huo. His name is Huo Jueyuan. They came from China to seek refuge during the war. They have been here for more than three generations, and they can be considered to have taken root in a foreign country."

, I never want to go back to China again!”

While he was talking, someone came in from outside and brought a large pot of tea and several baskets of steamed buns, and the fire pit in the house was lit.

Village head Huo Jueyuan pointed at something and said, "Our village is poor and we make a living by farming and hunting. It's freezing and there's nothing good to entertain you. Let's drink some hot tea first and eat some cabbage buns to fill your stomach!"

The three of them haven't eaten anything seriously since yesterday, and they are already so hungry that their hearts are pressed to their backs.

However, as Chinese people, they still have some reserve. The three of them ate the steamed buns with cabbage while listening to the old village chief Huo Jueyuan telling the life and stories here.

As of now, there are a total of twenty-one households in their village, with a population of less than one hundred, most of whom are middle-aged. Due to the cold and difficult life, there are very few new students, and the elderly do not live very long.

If this development continues, within a few years, the entire village will be depopulated and submerged under this vast snowfield.

Xiong Zhan asked while eating steamed buns, "Isn't it okay to go back to China or live near Vostok? At least the environment is better than here!"

Huo Jueyuan smiled bitterly and said, "How can it be so easy? Not to mention whether there is a place for us when we return to China, there may not be a place for us when we go to Vostok. Besides, we need to pay for food there!"

Every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite, and each individual has his or her own difficulties.

Zhang Xuebing ate the salty and delicious steamed buns, and thought to himself, people here live in such a difficult situation, but they can still make steamed buns with white flour and cabbage to entertain guests, and they might not be willing to eat them during the Chinese New Year.

Regarding their simplicity, kindness and hospitality, Zhang Xuebing couldn't help but think of Zhangjia Village during the poverty period, and felt a little moved and excited.

He thought that if there was a chance in the future, he would definitely improve the living environment of the villagers in Huojia Village, so that they could at least solve their subsistence crisis.

After Zhang Xuebing ate three steamed buns, he stopped and began to ask the village chief Huo Jueyuan about the route to Vostok and where there were passing vehicles where he could catch a ride.

Vostok is a very far away place for the villagers of Huojia Village. They only know where the road ahead leads, but no one has been there.

Huo Jueyuan said, "Our place is really remote, too far away from the road and the city. There is no wave of customers all year round. Only in late autumn every year, the fur dealers pass by. We exchange the fur goods for them for some daily necessities. The whole village

No one has ever been to that city!”

"As for taking a ride, I think the only option is to go to the roadside!" the village chief added at the end.

Seeing that Zhang Xuebing and the others had stopped eating, Huo Jueyuan called for someone to pack up the remaining buns.

The person who came to clean it up was still full of joy. It seemed that he had been coveting these white breads for a long time.

Huo Jueyuan also asked people to bring hot water and some firewood, so that the three of them could live in this room.

After the village chief left, Zhang Xuebing and the three of them discussed it and set off for the highway tomorrow morning. As for the supplies they wanted, they would try to buy some from Huojiacun.

It was still early before dark, and Xiong Zhan had a restless temper. After everything was settled, he walked out of the door when he got bored.

The ice-covered village was peaceful and quiet, with almost every household closed in winter.

Xiong Zhan walked around half the village without meeting anyone. Just when he was about to return to the big house, he suddenly heard someone shouting. He followed the sound curiously and was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him!