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Wenqin complained.

"It's not easy for everyone, so don't say too much."

The big man continued to persuade.

"No one's buying it anyway, so I might as well keep it for myself."

Wenqin muttered.

The big man got angry and shouted.

"Shut up!"

Then he turned to Xiao Dongqing and said apologetically.

"Sorry, Boss, ignore him."

"Please feel free to look at the soybeans and buy them or not."

Xiao Dongqing nodded and opened another bag of soybeans to check.

The big man followed him and asked curiously.

"Boss, you've never been to our village before, right? How did you know soybeans are grown here?"

"Oh, I have a friend named Liang Zheng. He often comes here to buy soybeans, so I came to take a look too."

Xiao Dongqing explained.

After saying that, he lowered his head and carefully observed the soybeans, weighing the possibility of this transaction in his mind.

When Liang Zheng was mentioned, the big man's face suddenly darkened, and he was obviously very dissatisfied.

"Haha, I knew it! This guy is here to cause trouble!"

Wen Qin turned to the big man and said mockingly.

"You still don't believe me, just wait and see how he ends up!"

"That Liang Zheng, what a weirdo!"

Wenqin continued.

"Other people buy soybeans by the bag, but he insists on picking out each one, only the plump ones."

"If this isn't deliberate provocation, what is it?"

The big man didn't respond this time, but just stood there silently, looking a little helpless.

This way of buying is really a headache.

If it weren't for Uncle Zhao's kindness and accompanying them in choosing, they would have been impatient with Liang Zheng long ago.

"Let's go! Don't get in the way and delay our work!"

Wen Qin angrily pulled Xiao Dongqing's arm, trying to drive him out.

Xiao Dongqing broke free from Wen Qin's hand and asked with a frown.

"What are you doing?"

"What? I told you to leave, didn't you hear me?"

Wen Qin answered firmly.

"These soybeans are from last year's inventory and we won't sell them anymore."

"Within three months it will be infested with insects and mold, and your harvest will be gone."

Xiao Dongqing reminded.

"If it's gone, it's gone. I'm not afraid of you!"

Wen Qin glared at Xiao Dongqing and clenched his fists.

"Get out of here!"

Xiao Dongqing was angry and suddenly grabbed Wen Qin's wrist and twisted it gently. Wen Qin bent over in pain.

"How old are you? You keep calling me 'I'm Laozi'. Do you really think you're that great?"

"I'm forty years old, much older than you. What's wrong with scolding you a few times?"

Wenqin insisted.

Xiao Dongqing sneered, raised his leg and gave a light push, causing Wen Qin to lose his balance and fall to the ground, rolling around.

"Forty years old is nothing, according to normal time."

"I am already one hundred and ten years old. I can be your ancestor."

"Oh shit!"

Wen Qin got up, punched Xiao Dongqing, and cursed.

"Wenqin! Stop it!"

The big man hurried forward and stopped the impulsive Wen Qin.

"Gangzi, let go! This guy is just looking for trouble!"

Wenqin was still shouting.

Seeing that Wen Qin was very emotional, the big man said to Xiao Dongqing with a wry smile.

"Brother, I'm so sorry to have made you laugh.

Otherwise...you should leave first."

But Xiao Dongqing didn't seem to care.

He walked straight to the old man next to him and handed him a cigarette.

"Uncle, is this barn where the whole village stores its grain?"

The old man nodded in agreement and explained that each sack was marked with the name of its owner.

"Please find all the soybeans in the production team. I want to buy them all."

Xiao Dongqing said.

"Boss, our production team has five tons of soybeans. Are you sure you want that much?"

The old man was very surprised.

The warehouse in Tagan Village was filled with soybeans, with the total amount reaching an astonishing twenty tons.

The production team where Xiao Dongqing worked contributed five tons, a staggering number.

Xiao Dongqing smiled slightly, took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out two thousand yuan and handed it to an old man.

"I'll buy it at four hundred dollars a ton."

"This is a two thousand yuan deposit. The rest will be paid when the soybeans are shipped."

The old man looked down at the banknotes in his hand and felt excited.

In all these years of selling soybeans, he has never seen such a straightforward buyer.

"Boss, I'll arrange for the soybeans to be sorted right away."

The old man said quickly.

Xiao Dongqing lit a cigarette and glanced at Gangzi and Wenqin.

The two were arguing, but stopped at this moment.

His eyes were wide open, staring at Xiao Dongqing.

"correct."

Xiao Dongqing turned to Gangzi.

"Don't be idle either. Go and inform the villagers to prepare the soybeans for their respective production teams."

"I'll buy it for the same price."

"Okay, Boss! I'll do it right away!"

Gangzi responded happily, then patted Wenqin's shoulder meaningfully and smiled.

"How are you going to explain this to everyone?"

Wen Qin wanted to refute, but he was speechless.

He looked at Xiao Dongqing angrily and cursed.

"You're trying to sow discord!"

Xiao Dongqing sat steadily on a bag of soybeans and continued smoking his cigarette as if he didn't hear anything.

Wen Qin became increasingly annoyed, and the other party's silence made him even more frustrated.

After a while, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard.

The villagers talked a lot, walked in with smiles on their faces, and began to sort out their own soybeans.

When they passed by Xiao Dongqing, they couldn't help but take a few more glances at this generous boss.

"Fellow villagers, this boss is here to buy soybeans. Please prepare the soybeans as soon as possible."

Gangzi was directing from the side and suggested that the four production teams be lined up in four rows.

Let the boss check which team has the best soybeans.

The villagers were discussing one after another, and each team thought their soybeans were the best.

A woman walked up to Wenqin, patted his shoulder and said.

"Wenqin works the hardest. The soybeans from our team four are definitely the best."

Wen Qin smiled bitterly, feeling a little embarrassed.

About twenty minutes later, the soybeans in the warehouse were almost emptied.

The villagers also stood neatly in four rows.

The captains of each team stood in front of the team, waiting for Xiao Dongqing's inspection.

Xiao Dongqing examined the old man carefully.

Gangzi and other captains nodded in satisfaction at the soybeans they brought.

"The soybeans are good quality. At 400 yuan a ton, how much do the three production teams produce combined?"

"Boss, it's fifteen tons in total."

Gangzi replied.

Xiao Dongqing nodded slightly, his tone firm.

"I'll come by to load the soybeans tomorrow at the same time, and the payment will be settled on the spot."

Upon hearing this, the members of the first three teams cheered.

However, the team led by Wen Qin seemed unusually quiet, even a little at a loss.

"Wenqin, what's going on? Why didn't the boss choose our soybeans?"

Someone couldn't help but ask.

Wen Qin's face was gloomy and he said nothing.