I was a daigou in the 60s

At this time, a team member shouted loudly.

"We have some excellent soybeans here, too, Boss. Take a look!"

Xiao Dongqing glanced at the crowd and spoke calmly.

"I only need fifteen tons of soybeans this time, which is more than enough."

"The rest, I'll think about it next time I come."

The people in Team 4 were stunned.

How coincidental is it that there are exactly fifteen tons, and only soybeans from the first three teams were selected?

Some people began to speculate on the reasons. They squeezed from the back of the team to the front and questioned Wen Qin.

"Did you do something bad? Why doesn't he want our soybeans?"

Wenqin hesitated, trying to explain himself.

"Who knows? Maybe our soybeans don't meet the requirements."

"Nonsense!"

Someone roared.

"Are you hiding something from everyone?"

Wenqin did feel guilty, but he was thinking, if he admitted his mistake now.

I've embarrassed myself in front of the whole village. How can I hold my head up high in the production team in the future?

"What happened?"

There were bursts of dissatisfied voices from the crowd.

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, Gangzi stepped forward and tried to calm the public anger.

"Fellow villagers, don't be impatient, listen to me."

"Just now in the barn, Wenqin said something to the boss that he shouldn't have said."

"It would be strange if the boss was still willing to buy his soybeans under such circumstances!"

Hearing this, everyone showed surprised expressions, followed by anger and accusations against Wen Qin.

"I see! I've always felt that Wenqin is unreliable."

"He shouldn't be the production team leader!"

"Wenqin, go and apologize to the boss! This is the only way you can make amends!"

"What a scum!"

Faced with the torrent of insults, Wen Qin felt extremely regretful.

Five tons of soybeans means two thousand yuan, which is a lot of money.

It can be used to improve life and buy many things you need.

"Go and apologize!"

The crowd continued to urge.

Wen Qin knew that if he didn't take action immediately, he would lose more.

With a face full of shame, he slowly walked towards Xiao Dongqing, lowered his head, and spoke softly.

"Boss..."

Xiao Dongqing pretended not to hear Wen Qin's call, walked straight towards the old man, and spoke softly.

"Uncle, we agreed that I would come to pick up the goods tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Wenqin's heart suddenly tightened and he screamed in anxiety.

"Boss, wait! You haven't bought the soybeans from our production team yet!"

Xiao Dongqing stopped, turned around and asked coldly.

“Why should I buy your soybeans?”

"because……"

Wen Qin was speechless for a moment. He turned to look at the villagers behind him, feeling mixed emotions.

He understood that if the deal failed, life in the village would become even more difficult.

"Because if they don't buy, these villagers won't be able to survive."

"Boss, please be merciful and buy it."

Wen Qin's voice contained a hint of pleading.

Xiao Dongqing snorted coldly and said sarcastically.

"Are you afraid they'll beat you?"

Wen Qin was shocked. He didn't expect to be seen through at a glance.

Because he has always been a tough guy and never gives in easily.

Even when facing a big shot like Xiao Dongqing, this is no exception.

But now, everyone in Tagan Village knows that it was Wenqin who offended this potential big client.

This resulted in unsale of soybeans.

If he cannot give the villagers a satisfactory explanation, he will probably become the target of public criticism.

"Boss... I'm not afraid of being beaten..."

"I really want to sell the soybeans so that everyone can live a good life."

Wen Qin wanted to explain, with a smile on his face.

"Then go find someone else to buy it. I'm not stopping you."

Xiao Dongqing remained indifferent.

"Boss, you must help us."

"I don't want to buy it."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Dongqing had already moved on, leaving Wen Qin standing there.

I stared blankly at his back, at a loss.

"Wenqin! What are you still standing there for? Go chase the boss!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Yes, go quickly!"

Another person echoed.

Wenqin felt that he had become the center of everyone's attention and was under great pressure.

"What are you fussing about? It's just five tons of soybeans, isn't it?"

He responded loudly, trying to calm the crowd.

"Haven't we managed to survive these years? What's a day or two?"

However, one woman complained unhappily.

"What do you want to say? Just look at their production team."

"Your life will improve immediately, but for us, even having enough food and clothing is a problem!"

"Why is it a problem? We have a good harvest every year, Cuihua, stop looking for trouble!"

"Does that man look rich to you? He might be a boaster."

Wen Qin retorted, trying to calm everyone down.

"Stop yelling! Everyone's gone!"

Someone shouted, and the crowd realized that Xiao Dongqing was no longer in their sight.

"Damn you Wenqin, I'm going to beat you to death today!"

A strong man rushed towards Wenqin angrily and knocked him to the ground.

Seeing this, others joined in, and Wen Qin was instantly surrounded and beaten black and blue.

"Stop hitting me... That's enough..."

"Ouch! Who hit me? You'll be in trouble later..."

"Ugh!"

"..."

Xiao Dongqing didn't see this scene and didn't want to know what happened.

He walked straight back to the town and bought some oranges from a fruit stand.

Then he pushed open the door of a rental house.

Zhang Hong was lying on the table, grinning foolishly at the mirror.

When he saw Xiao Dongqing coming in, he slapped his thigh and shouted as if he had found a savior.

"Mr. Xiao! You're here. Please take a seat."

Xiao Dongqing was a little surprised.

He knew Zhang Hong's character and knew that he would not show such exaggerated happiness even if he was happy.

He put the orange on the table and asked.

"Boss Zhang, why are you so happy today?"

"You made the right introduction to that friend!"

Zhang Hong waved his arms excitedly.

"The atmosphere under the purple lights that night was simply unforgettable..."

Xiao Dongqing couldn't help but shook his head and thought.

I have seen people who like to be lively, but I have never seen anyone as obsessed as Zhang Hong.

"Boss Zhang, actually I came here today to talk to you about something."

Xiao Dongqing said.

"Just tell me anything. As long as it doesn't involve money, everything can be discussed."

Xiao Dongqing peeled an orange and said with a smile.

“This is not borrowing money, it’s investing.

I went to Tagang Village and saw that they had 15 tons of soybeans, which cost about 6,000 yuan."

Upon hearing this number, Zhang Hong's face changed immediately.

"Xiao Dongqing, calculate the time it takes to rent a place and build a factory."

"How much have you taken from me already? I'm not an inexhaustible money bag!"

Xiao Dongqing was stunned for a moment and replied.

"I thought you were."

"Even if I'm a millionaire, this money is what I saved up after more than three years of hard work."

"I originally planned to use part of the funds to invest in stinky tofu production, but you always come to me for money."