After the breakup, I joined the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection

We have seen many scumbags, but it is rare to see an extreme scumbag like Xia Donglai. His performance just now is a perfect example of what it means to have a bad teammate.

"Brother Lu An, is that Boss Hu trying to cheat us and deliberately lower our price?"

Su Qinglian's voice came from behind him, and Lu An turned around: "Qinglian, you also saw it?"

Su Qinglian shook her head: "I don't have the ability of Brother Lu An, I just think our taro shouldn't be so cheap. In the past, ordinary taro was 4 cents. This year we planted betel nut taro, which is a good taro. How come it is cheaper?"

Lu An told her: "Your feeling is correct. This Hu guy is not a good person. He is not trying to lower the price, he is sucking the blood of our Lugang Village!"

what?

Su Qinglian was so surprised that her mouth opened slightly. Although she had wondered whether Lugang Village was bullied by Boss Hu, she didn't expect that from Lu An's tone, it was much worse than she thought.

"Then what should we do? Shouldn't we do business with him? That won't work either. We can't leave so many taro in the field to rot."

"We can't take them back. There are only so many people in the village. We need to eat so many taro for several days. Besides, these betel nut taro were originally planted to sell. If we suddenly stop selling them, no one will be able to accept it."

"Besides, the weather is warm now. Even if you put it in the cellar, it will sprout and go bad. Then you will lose everything!"

"How about we talk to Boss Hu again? But the secretary and the village chief have already agreed. Will he be willing to give in if we talk again? Otherwise, we will lose the chance to sell it after working so hard."

Su Qinglian was tangled in all sorts of thoughts, and finally only had one hope left: "Brother Lu An, you are a college student literary star, you must have a way, right?"

Lu An nodded: "Don't worry, I won't let Hu do this!"

……

The secretary, the village chief, Boss Hu and the other two had obviously finished their conversation and walked over to the edge of the field.

However, Lu Maocai and Zhou Youkun walked with heavy steps, while Hu Zhongrong and Xia Donglai walked with light steps. Especially Xia Donglai, he was more excited than Hu Zhongrong, as if he had done something great.

"Everyone, put aside what you are doing for now. I have something to say to you all!"

Lu Maocai shouted loudly into the field, and the villagers gradually stopped what they were doing and looked up at the village secretary.

Lu Maocai first introduced Hu Zhongrong's identity to everyone: "I believe everyone is familiar with this Boss Hu. He is an old acquaintance of Lugang Village. This time he is also here to buy our taro. The price is three cents per pound!"

"Okay! Let's all thank Boss Hu for his generosity!"

Xia Donglai clapped loudly, but no one else followed suit except him.

On the one hand, everyone is tired after working for so long. On the other hand, although they are all farmers, at least they can tell the good from the bad. You usually charge four cents, but only three cents today. Isn't this clearly a sign of price cutting?

Seeing that no one was interested in following, Xia Donglai could only stop on his own.

Lu Maocai sighed secretly, and then spoke again: "I know that this price may be different from usual, but we also have to consider the current situation. Now is the season when taro is on the market in large quantities, and it is indeed difficult to sell it at a high price. Everyone should understand each other, okay?"

Still no one in the village spoke, but most of them lowered their heads unwillingly.

Because just as Su Qinglian was worried, they were all honest farmers who only knew how to farm. The taro was finally grown, who else could they sell it to if not to Boss Hu? They couldn't let their efforts go to waste, so they could only accept the result with a pinch of their nose.

Didn’t you see that the secretary and the village chief have already admitted it? How can I say more than them?

Of course, there are people who want to fight for it again.

"Can't it be a little more? We usually charge four cents!"

Hu Zhongrong was standing aside leisurely at this time. He was no longer pretending and had a smile on his face as if everything was under control. He even took out a cigarette and smoked it, and gave one to Xia Donglai.

Hearing someone protest, he blew out a puff of smoke lightly: "You also said that was normal times, now is not normal times, you think it's cheap, but I think it's cheap and I can't make any money!"

"Boss Hu, look here are all betel nut taro. They are good taro. So many of us worked hard all morning to dig them out from the ground!" Another person raised his hand.

Hu Zhongrong was still confident: "Of course I know that these are all good taro. If I didn't know that your taro is well grown, I wouldn't come to harvest it! Even if you gave it to me, I would only give you one or two cents at most. Now I'm giving you three cents because we are old friends!"

"Boss Hu, you are a wealthy boss and we are poor farmers. Please give us more. I have a patient at home who needs money to save his life!" Some people even played the sympathy card, with pleading tone in their voice.

But Hu Zhongrong remained indifferent: "The landlords don't have any surplus food, and my money didn't come from the wind!"

Finally, he threw the cigarette to the ground and said, "I still say that if you think my price is too low, you can go find someone else and see what price they can offer you."

"But I can tell you that even if you go to the city to ask, the price won't be much higher. If you are willing to pull a cart of taro to the city and sell it for five or six cents, I won't stop you. You can go if you want, and you can go now!"

Hu Zhongrong changed the subject again: "But I have to say this in advance. If we miss this opportunity today, we will never get it again. If you come back later, I will only give you two points at most. Think carefully about it."

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It seemed as if the smoke choked his throat, or perhaps he felt that he could not remain silent any longer after smoking Hu Zhongrong's cigarette.

Anyway, Xia Donglai stood up again, raised his arms and shouted: "Fellow villagers, what are you still considering? This is such a good opportunity. If you miss it, you will never have this chance to sell it again in the future!"

"Boss Hu is a well-known big boss in our area, a millionaire! He is well-known in Pingjiang City, he won't cheat us!"

Xia Donglai patted his chest hard at the end and said, "Besides, I am here for you. I am a cadre in the town. If there is any problem, I will definitely take responsibility!"

Hu Zhongrong also sang the same tune with Xia Donglai: "Doing business requires mutual consent. Forced buying and selling is a thing of the old society. I won't do it. I can't do it with so many people in Lugang Village. Anyway, you have made up your mind. It's up to you whether you want to sell it or not at this price. My time is limited."

"What are you still considering? Are you really going to watch the taro rot?"

Xia Donglai turned around and called out to Lu Maocai: "Secretary Lu, please say something!"

Lu Maocai had no choice but to come out and say, "Boss Hu's time is precious. We can't afford to waste it. I say we should do as Boss Hu says. Is everyone okay with that?"

"I have an opinion! You can't sell it for three cents!"

Lu An raised his hand and stood up...