I was a daigou in the 60s

Su Zhilan's eyes widened so wide that they almost popped out of their sockets.

She could never have imagined that the man who once acted so tyrannically was...

The arrogant street thug turned out to be so obedient.

"Isn't this the old casino? How did it become like this?" Su Zhilan asked in surprise.

“Yes, it was a casino, but it’s different now.”

"I plan to build a tofu factory here."

Xiao Dongqing explained.

Tofu factory? Su Zhilan was shocked, her eyes showing both surprise and confusion.

She knew Xiao Dongqing's background very well.

He has never been to school and has never learned any skills. He is just a lazy person.

How could he possibly know how to make tofu?

"What exactly is going on?"

Her mind was in a mess.

Just then, Liang Zheng discovered Xiao Dongqing standing at the door and shouted happily.

"Oh, Holly! You're back!"

He ran towards Xiao Dongqing quickly and said excitedly.

"Dongqing, Shen Zhong told me everything today."

"You actually managed to take care of Zhao Quezi? He even called himself the Fire General."

"I thought I was so powerful, but it turns out I'm just a paper tiger, haha!"

Xiao Dongqing felt a chill and quickly winked at Liang Zheng, signaling him to stop talking.

He knew that his wife hated violence the most, so wasn't this causing her trouble now?

He glanced at Su Zhilan secretly and found that she was frowning and looked unhappy.

Liang Zheng looked confused, not understanding why Xiao Dongqing suddenly winked at him.

He thought he had neglected Su Zhilan, so he reacted immediately.

He warmly invited her in to sit down and started making tea.

Liang Zheng was very sweet-mouthed and kept praising Xiao Dongqing.

He talked about how he started by selling snacks at a stall.

This is a story about how he used some small tricks to attract customers, eventually got investment, and became a small boss.

Listening to this, Su Zhilan felt as if she was in a dream.

I never thought my husband would change like this.

She quietly looked at Xiao Dongqing who was debugging the soy milk maker.

My mind was full of questions, especially about Red Light Alley.

But she swallowed the words back when they came to her lips, because she was afraid to know that the truth was different from what she imagined.

What if Xiao Dongqing didn't do that, but he kept asking about it aggressively?

Wouldn't that make her an unreasonable person?

“How many soybeans are left?”

"About 500 kilograms."

"Too little."

"Yes, Brother Xiao, this year's harvest is like this, unless we go to a big city to find a wholesaler."

Liang Zheng said helplessly.

Xiao Dongqing frowned.

He had just recently asked Cao Yuanhua to post a notice announcing that the factory needed a large amount of soybeans.

To meet this demand, it is obviously not enough to rely on one wholesaler alone.

Moreover, time is tight, and it is almost impossible to quickly start mechanized production.

But the factory must be operational as soon as possible, otherwise it will suffer losses every day.

"Which villages do you usually buy soybeans from?"

Xiao Dongqing continued to ask.

"It's mainly Tagang Village, 20 kilometers to the east. The soybeans there are of the highest quality."

Liang Zheng replied.

Xiao Dongqing nodded and decided to go to Tagan Village in person to find out what was going on.

When he arrived at Tagan Village, he found it more lively than he had imagined.

Almost every household raises chickens, and a few even raise pigs, showing a prosperous scene.

After walking around the village.

Xiao Dongqing's eyes fell on an old man who was sitting under a banyan tree and fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.

"Uncle, can you sell soybeans here?"

Xiao Dongqing handed over a cigarette with a smile.

The old man took the cigarette and said.

"Yes, our village has about 1,500 acres of arable land."

"Half is used to grow grain, and most of the other half is used to grow soybeans."

Hearing this, Xiao Dongqing's heart moved.

Judging from the size of Tagan Village and the area of ​​arable land, it should be able to produce a large amount of soybeans every year.

On average, this could mean tens of thousands of kilograms of soybean production.

"Uncle, can you take me to see your warehouse?"

"If the soybeans are of good quality, I plan to buy them all."

Xiao Dongqing suggested.

The old man looked at Xiao Dongqing carefully, then nodded in agreement.

He called a few people to accompany him and led Xiao Dongqing to the village granary.

This granary is not only a storage place for soybeans, but also for other grains.

Each bag is clearly labeled with the owner's name to ensure there is no mix-up.

Xiao Dongqing walked forward, opened a woven bag full of soybeans, and reached in to check the quality of the soybeans.

Xiao Dongqing fumbled at the bottom of the woven bag for a while and finally grabbed a handful of soybeans.

He asked softly, examining the slightly stale beans.

"This should be from last year, right? Is it July yellow? Do you have September yellow?"

"Yes, it's in the bag behind you."

A young man answered.

Xiao Dongqing turned around, opened another bag, and carefully examined the soybeans inside.

While the beans aren't particularly plump, they're generally pretty good and average.

"These soybeans are pretty good. If the price is right, I'll take them all."

Xiao Dongqing said.

The young man asked curiously.

"How much do you want?"

Xiao Dongqing smiled and replied.

"As much as you want."

"Our village is a place where soybeans are produced in abundance."

"I'm just worried that you don't have enough money to buy it, not that we don't have enough soybeans to sell."

The young man held up two fingers with a hint of provocation.

"Let me tell you, we have twenty tons of soybeans here!"

After hearing this, Xiao Dongqing frowned slightly, thinking that Liang Zheng only collected a few hundred kilograms of soybeans every time he came to Tagan Village.

Now faced with such a large number, he is indeed a little hesitant.

Seeing this, the young man couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, I knew you would be scared."

"I've seen many people like you. They always think they are rich and can brag about it."

At this time, an old man frowned and said reproachfully.

"Wenqin, stop talking nonsense!"

Wen Qin disagreed and retorted.

"Uncle Zhao, you're too easy to fool, aren't you?"

"Look at him, he's wearing tattered clothes, his shoes are patched, how can he look like a boss?"

"I heard that the big bosses in the city are all glittering with gold, with thick gold chains hanging around their necks."

Wenqin was obviously dissatisfied with Uncle Zhao's behavior and felt that he was too trusting of strangers.

After all, this warehouse is the lifeblood of the entire village.

The four keys were kept by four production team leaders, including the one in his own hand.

If something goes wrong, the whole village will be affected.

"Wenqin, stop talking. What's wrong with people wanting to buy soybeans?"

"Our village relies on this little harvest to survive!"

The big man next to him persuaded.

"Buying soybeans is certainly a good idea, but it also depends on who is buying them."

"Uncle Zhao guards the village entrance all day long and takes anyone he meets into the warehouse."

"I was working in the fields and had to run back, but people didn't buy it."

"I have to run back again. Isn't this a hassle?"