Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 611 They Can’t Afford to Provoke Us

Liu Haojie was so embarrassed that he stuttered: "Well... I know we have a good relationship.

But I...I...I can't give you a high price, and ordinary villagers a low price.

If that’s the case… none of them would be willing to be fooled.”

A bald man couldn't stand it any longer: "Then we will fall for your trick like ordinary villagers?

Do you think we are idiots too?

I've seen through you, you're a swindler to everyone!

Go to hell, I'm telling you, the village election is coming up soon, and I'll be the first to vote for you!"

The bald man turned and left. Seeing this, the others also left, cursing.

Liu Haojie regretted it deeply. He knew he was wrong and had acted too harshly.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have made money from these good brothers.

Now there is no one who supports him to be the village director.

The next village director has absolutely no chance.

He lamented in his heart that his career was ruined.

Not only his career, but also his way of making money was gone.

When he was the village director, many people looked down on him and thought he was a loser. He led a group of old men and women, as well as some women who stayed in the countryside.

But they don't know the ins and outs of being a village director.

As the village director, he earns at least 500,000 yuan a year, which is an income that he, a farmer, could never dream of.

And there are the women who stayed in the village.

Their husbands go out to work, and they haven't seen men for years, so they are all hungry for sex.

Not to mention doing anything, just touching a little hand would make those women seem like they had turned on the switch of being sluts.

Each one of them is passionate and full of spring feelings.

He believes that as a village guardian, the countryside is his paradise.

But all this will be gone.

When he thought of this, he hated Liu Yishou even more.

Soon, he thought of a way to take revenge on Liu Yishou.

In a house.

Liu Yishou and Ye Changqing sat in front of the coffee table, with Liu Zaicheng sitting next to them.

Liu Yishou glared at Liu Zaicheng and said, "I'm talking to a guest, what are you doing sitting here?

Go pour tea for the guests!"

Liu Zaicheng didn't dare to refute and quickly stood up to pour tea. Ye Changqing watched this scene and secretly thanked himself for being lucky. His father was more considerate than strict with him and his father almost never got angry.

Liu Yishou smiled and said to Ye Changqing: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, kid, you have no sense."

Ye Changqing smiled. He wanted to say that Liu Zaicheng was a good person.

This is because the father does not care about his child's reputation.

He felt embarrassed.

He didn't want to say it out loud, so he smiled and said, "Well, it's all a small matter.

Forget about the tea, Zaicheng and I are leaving now."

Liu Yishou frowned and said, "Little brother, I advise you to reconsider.

Thirty thousand kilograms of white ginger is not so easy to sell."

Ye Changqing didn't think much about it: "If I can't sell it in one day, I will sell it in two days. If I can't sell it in two days, I will sell it in three days.

If that doesn’t work, then a week, a month. I have the time.”

Liu Yishou shook his head when he heard this. "With 30,000 kilograms of white ginger loaded onto the truck, the heat from the ginger will spoil if it's not sold in two days."

Ye Changqing was stunned. He had forgotten about this. Ginger generates heat when it breathes, and if the heat cannot be dissipated, the ginger will go bad in three days.

Must sell within two days.

Retail sales are impossible.

We can only go to the vegetable market to wholesale.

He patted his chest and guaranteed: "I guarantee it will be sold in two days."

Liu Yiyi held up three fingers and said, "30,000 jin, not 300 jin.

How do you sell it?"

Ye Changqing said confidently: "I've given you the money. No matter what happens, I won't let you pay for it."

Liu Yishou said with a sad face: "I feel bad too if you pay me back."

Liu Zaicheng walked in with tea and said, "I can't pay for it."

Liu Yishou raised his eyebrows and said, "You know shit!

Thirty thousand kilograms of white ginger! This is a seasoning. I always use three or two slices when cooking at home."

The muscles on Liu Zaicheng's face twitched. He wanted to say something but didn't dare to.

Silently poured tea for Ye Changqing.

Liu Yishou continued, “Liu Zaicheng, I’ll give you one chance if you sell all the ginger.

Just make fifty cents per pound.

From now on, I won’t care about you even if you go to heaven!"

Liu Zaicheng put the water cup on the table and said, "Okay, let's make it this way. I can't make 50 cents per pound today.

I'd rather die in the city than go back to the countryside!

Liu Yishou stood up and pointed at Liu Zaicheng and said, "Liu Zaicheng, it's agreed.

I can't make 50 cents per pound.

You just stay in the city.

Never go back to the countryside!"

Ye Changqing couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and said with a smile: "Uncle Liu.

Say something unlucky.

If you are sick or dead.

You won't let Liu Zaicheng come back either?"

Liu Yishou's face flushed, his voice trembling with excitement: "As long as he can stay in the city, I would rather die than let him come back."

Ye Changqing was stunned when he heard this.

Parents all over the world raise children to provide for their old age. Even if some people have pensions when they are old, they still need the company of their children.

This person actually...

He now understood how determined Liu Yishou was to keep his son in the city.

He said nothing more, grabbed Liu Zaicheng and walked out: "Let's go, take Jiang to the city."

the next day.

The sky is bright.

Jiangkou City, vegetable market.

A large truck was parked at the entrance of the vegetable market.

There were three people sitting in the cab.

The driver stuck his head out of the window and yelled to the guardhouse, "Master, lift the pole for me."

Ye Changqing and Liu Zaicheng sat in the double-seat passenger seat.

Liu Zaicheng looked at the market gate with excitement. He had just checked the vegetable prices on his phone.

The retail price of ginger today is 9.2 yuan.

It sells for one dollar at home and nine dollars and twenty outside.

Thirty thousand pounds of ginger, making eight dollars and twenty cents per pound.

A gross profit of nearly two hundred and forty-six thousand yuan.

Six thousand dollars for loading and unloading and freight.

There is still a net profit of 240,000.

Got rich.

He looked at the gate, feeling excited, and every cell in his body was excited.

Ye Changqing looked at the familiar gate and felt emotional. A few nights ago, he went on a killing spree in this vegetable market.

The Black Wolf Society was killed so hard that its corpses were scattered all over the ground and its blood gathered like a pool.

When I left, I thought I would never come to this market again. Unexpectedly, just a few days later, he came again.

And when you walk in, you will see that they are selling fresh ginger.

His identity is a vegetable vendor.

At this moment, he really understood a sentence.

Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life.

The driver shouted several times, but the security guard in the guard room ignored him.

The driver was anxious and said to Ye Changqing and Liu Zaicheng in the passenger seat: "Two bosses.

Thank you for asking the security guard to lift the railing."

Ye Changqing unbuckled his seat belt and prepared to get out of the car.

Liu Zaicheng, who was sitting outside, reached out to stop him: "Brother Ye, sit down and rest. I'll ask the security guard to lift the railing."

After saying that, without waiting for Ye Changqing to speak, he pushed open the car door and got out.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing fastened his seat belt again and sat down to wait silently.

After a few minutes.

The car door opened and Liu Zaicheng came back.

Ye Changqing was surprised to see the expression on Liu Zaicheng's face.

One of Liu Zaicheng's eyes was swollen, his nose was bleeding, and his clothes were covered with footprints.

Ye Changqing was shocked when he saw this scene: "What's going on?

Did you have a conflict with the security guards?"

Liu Zaicheng covered his cheek and said, "It wasn't a conflict, they just beat me up.

Let's go! "

go?

Ye Changqing raised his eyebrows: "Leave after being beaten?"

Liu Zaicheng covered his cheeks and said, "We can't afford to offend them. If we start a fight with them, we won't be able to get away for a day or two. We won't have time to sell a whole cart of ginger."

Selling ginger is important.

forget it! "

Ye Changqing raised his eyebrows: "They can't afford to offend us!

This car of ginger is sold here today!"

After saying that, he jumped out of the car and walked towards the guard room.