Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Since Xiang Zhifeng took the responsibility, Zhao Wenhao didn't bother to be polite with him and directly explained his thoughts to him.

"You don't make money? You just want to help the villagers?" Xiang Zhifeng obviously couldn't understand Zhao Wenhao's way of thinking.

Originally, he thought that Zhao Wenhao would charge a certain price difference, but he didn't expect that this guy didn't care about the profits at all, but directly gave all the profit space to the villagers.

Zhao Wenhao didn't want to explain too much and continued to prevaricate, "I'm in the medicinal herbs business. The fruit business really isn't very profitable. If you, Brother Xiang, want to make some money from it, I'll arrange it."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhifeng shook his head repeatedly. "Forget it. I don't want my dad to actually beat me with his belt. From my first day on the job, he made three rules for me: if I dare to take even a cent of kickbacks, he'll beat me to death."

Xiang Zhifeng hadn't lied. He'd just accepted some alcohol and cigarettes, which was fine. If he dared to accept the money, Xiang Mingyu would have dared to hit him.

Hearing this, Zhao Wenhao also breathed a sigh of relief.

In the current market, for example, apples are generally sold for around 4 cents per catty. In Hengtang Town, however, the purchase price is around 2 cents per catty.

In other words, the profit itself is 2 yuan. If you add the labor, transportation and other expenses, the actual cost should be 2 yuan. After all, the Xuanzhou Food Processing Factory will definitely not take the initiative to transport the goods, and the village still needs to find a car to deliver it to the provincial capital.

As a result, its profit margin will be further compressed.

In addition, the market price is 4 cents, but the food factory cannot purchase according to the market price. According to Xiang Zhifeng, the price of ordinary apples they purchase is generally 2 cents.

With this calculation, the villagers' profit is only 7 cents per kilogram.

Fortunately, Xiang Zhifeng does not need kickbacks, otherwise the profit margin would be even lower.

As for other fruits, there is not much difference, and on average the profit margins are basically the same.

If the villagers of Zhaojiayu go out to harvest fruits, it is absolutely no problem for one person to harvest hundreds of kilograms a day.

There are over 100 households in Zhaojiayu Island, so it's impossible for all of them to do this work. Furthermore, the food processing factory can't collect unlimited amounts; they must have a certain quota.

Although Xiang Zhifeng agreed readily, he still needed to go back and communicate with the director of the purchasing department before he could give a final answer.

That night, under the leadership of Xiang Zhifeng, the two went to the city for a big meal.

The next morning, when Zhao Wenhao came to the food processing factory again, Xiang Mingyu had already prepared a gift for his old friend.

It was actually a box of Moutai liquor produced in 1981 and some local specialties of Xuanzhou.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that the entire box is in tatters and looks like it has not been well kept. If such old wine is kept for decades, one bottle will be worth at least tens of thousands of yuan.

"Haozi, I talked to our director this morning, and he agrees in principle. However, the limit for you is 10 tons per month. After all, we have to take care of other areas, so we can't buy all from you."

Xiang Zhifeng pulled Zhao Wenhao aside and explained the matter to him.

Ten tons, a total of jin, if calculated at a net profit of 10 cents, would be 7 yuan. Even if ten families were assigned to do this work, each family would only earn a little over 1400 yuan.

To be honest, Zhao Wenhao really doesn't care about this amount of money.

But for ordinary villagers, it is a very good income.

After all, it may only take a few days to purchase 10 tons. I believe everyone will be happy to do it for the extra income.

"Brother Xiang, thank you!" Zhao Wenhao still expressed his gratitude to Xiang Zhifeng.

No matter what, Xiang Zhifeng gave me face. Otherwise, it doesn't matter where I acquire the property, why does he have to cooperate with you, Zhao Jiayu?

Xiang Zhifeng's attitude was very enthusiastic. He took the initiative to pat Zhao Wenhao on the shoulder and said, "Why are you being so polite to me? If you have anything to say, just tell me. I will definitely help you if I can."

Obviously, Xiang Mingyu must have told him something last night. Otherwise, given his personality, he wouldn't say such a thing.

At this time, Zhao Wenhao certainly knew his current value to Xiang Mingyu, so he didn't say anything more.

If there is a chance in the future, I will find time to introduce to Xiang Mingyu some products that are not currently available on the market. I believe that at least Xuanzhou Food Processing Factory will be unique in Huining Province.

After saying goodbye to Xiang Zhifeng, Zhao Wenhao rushed to the bus station with the box of Moutai.

By the time he returned to Ping'an County, it was already past one in the afternoon.

"Hello, comrade. I'm looking for Director Fang. Could you please pass me on?"

At the gate of Ping'an County Public Security Bureau, the guard stopped Zhao Wenhao.

Zhao Wenhao quickly took out a cigarette and greeted him.

"Looking for Director Fang?" The guard glanced at the Hongmei cigarettes Zhao Wenhao handed him without even looking up. "Who are you? Do you have an appointment?"

Zhao Wenhao felt a little embarrassed, knowing that the other party looked down on the cigarette.

He usually carries two packs of cigarettes with him when he goes out, but unfortunately the previous pack of Ashima cigarettes was finished and he forgot to buy new ones.

"I do have something to talk to Director Fang about. Please be flexible." Zhao Wenhao was not in a position to tell the guard that he was there to deliver something to Fang Jianxin, so as to avoid the other party gossiping about him.

The guard took a look at Zhao Wenhao's clothes and casually revealed a look of disdain. "There are so many people looking for our director every day. If they all barged in like you, how could we still work? Go away and make an appointment to come back."

Zhao Wenhao looked dirty because he had changed buses many times and had been carrying things with him.

Besides, he had already changed out of his newly bought clothes yesterday. Now, from head to toe, he looked like a peasant. Add to that the sack on his back, and it's no wonder the guard looked at him with disdain.

As the saying goes, the King of Hell is easy to deal with, but the little devils are hard to deal with.

Zhao Wenhao knew these people were snobs. If he had come in a car and dressed smartly, their attitude might have been different. At least they would have informed him and not turned him away outright like they did now.

Seeing that no one was around, Zhao Wenhao took out a five-dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it into the guard's hand through the window. "Comrade, please be flexible and give me the time to make a phone call. If Director Fang really doesn't want to see me, I have nothing to say."

Perhaps because he was already accustomed to this kind of thing, the guard simply put the 5 yuan bill into his hand.

"You look anxious, and it doesn't seem fake." The guard pretended to hesitate for a moment, "Okay, I'll give you a call. What's your name, and what are you doing here?"

Money makes the world go round. It seems this saying is true in any era!

Zhao Wenhao couldn't help but feel a little emotional.