A 50-year-old man is reborn and becomes a complete slacker, leaving his scumbag children completely

Gu Huaiyuan was busy with this matter from morning till night that day.

He disposed of all the chickens he raised, regardless of whether they died from disease or any other cause.

The water boiler in the hemp station had been burning all day, and the strong smell of chicken permeated the entire station.

Even passersby would mutter: What's going on in there? It smells so bad!

Because there were too many dead chickens, Gu Huaiyuan couldn't possibly handle them all by himself in a single day.

He packed some of the chicken he had processed that day into a basket, loaded it onto his bicycle, and rode to a certain place.

This is an illegal workshop.

They usually send their dead chickens and pork to this place.

This illegal workshop processes dead chicken meat into various meat products, such as cheap canned meat or cheap sausages. Chicken carcasses can be used to make spicy chicken frames, and even chicken bones can be used to make starch sausages.

Many very cheap but delicious foods on the market are produced here.

Gu Huaiyuan's chicken looked quite good because he had prepared it.

The illegal workshop didn't say anything and simply accepted it calmly.

In the current situation, to be honest, anyone would know where this chicken comes from.

To deal with the problem, they naturally have their own methods, which is to store all the products they have made for a longer period of time, and then take the chickens out to sell after the chicken plague has passed.

After exchanging the money, Gu Huaiyuan felt a little more at ease.

At first, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to sell the chicken, which would be the end of him. But now it seems that God hasn't completely cut off his escape route. At least he can sell all the chickens at a low price. Although he will lose money, he won't go bankrupt.

This made Gu Huaiyuan feel much better.

With the money, Gu Huaiyuan's wife didn't say anything more. Between starving to death and taking a gamble, she chose to take the gamble.

Gu Huaiyuan continued to process all the chicken quickly, because if he was slow, the chicken might rot.

He worked day and night for several days in a row, and finally managed to get rid of all the dead chickens.

At the same time, to cover his tracks and deceive others into believing he had already burned all the dead chickens, Gu Huaiyuan piled up all the chicken feathers, intestines, gizzards, and the like, and then burned them all.

That day, he handed over the rent for the mahjong parlor to Li Wude. Li Wude was completely bewildered and asked curiously, "What's this? Didn't you say you had no money?"

"Hehe, of course I have other ways to make money," Gu Huaiyuan said with some pride. "Once this chicken plague is over, I'm going to start raising chickens here in Mazhan again. I'm going to make a fortune again!"

His words truly impressed Li Wude.

I didn't expect that Gu Huaiyuan, who doesn't seem to be very capable, is actually quite ambitious.

Soon, the news that Gu Huaiyuan had paid the rent for the hemp station spread throughout the entire Qunyi Brigade.

Everyone was extremely shocked.

"Holy crap, Gu Huaiyuan is amazing! He ran into such a huge chicken plague and he still has money to pay off his debts?! He's incredible, truly incredible!"

"Yes, it has to be someone in business who has a quick mind to figure this out so quickly."

"Putting everything else aside, as long as he can pay the rent for our brigade's hemp station, that's fine."

These words naturally reached Hu Dahai's ears.

Hu Dahai thought of what Gu Huaiyuan had said a few days ago and became somewhat curious.

"Didn't he say he was broke? How did he get the money? Did he sell all his dead chickens?"

This was the only possibility that Hu Dahai could think of.

Besides that, he really couldn't think of any other place where Gu Huaiyuan could get enough money.

"Hiss!" Hu Dahai couldn't help but gasp. This Gu Huaiyuan was too audacious.

If these diseased chickens are sold and eaten, they could be fatal, potentially causing a major disaster of infectious diseases spreading among humans.

Although Hu Dahai wasn't a great philanthropist, he didn't want Hangzhou to suffer such a disaster, as it wouldn't benefit him either. How could he run his business if everyone was sick?

Thinking of this, Hu Dahai couldn't sit still any longer. He immediately rode his bicycle into the city and found Wang Jian.

"Quickly, send your men out to find out where they specifically collect dead or diseased chickens or ducks."

Wang Jian was puzzled, but quickly agreed, "Okay! I'll tell them right away and have them go look for it immediately. I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

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In the following days, pork prices continued to rise, so much so that many people saw the business opportunity and began to hoard pork, hoping to get a share of the profits.

Li Hongyan has been mocking Hu Dahai lately: "Hahaha, this Hu Dahai is really a fool. I told you that country bumpkins have no vision, didn't I?"

"The price of pork will obviously continue to rise. Hu Dahai sold his pork halfway up the mountain. Isn't this like God handing a rice bowl to you, but you couldn't seize the opportunity?"

Hu Wangfu, Hu Wangmei, Hu Xiawen, and others from Shaocheng were also very excited at this moment.

"We're really going to make a killing! Even though we got in late, we got in just in time!" Hu Wangmei has been spending money even more lavishly lately. With the expectation of making money, he's more willing to spend.

"Should we sell it now while we can still make money? Otherwise, the longer we wait, the more uncertain things will become. I see everyone talking about pork these days, and it's making me a little panicked." Ding Xin kept his brows furrowed, still somewhat worried about the matter.

Hu Wangfu waved his hand: "It's not that bad. We can only make money when there's a buzz. What will we make if everyone stops wanting pork? Let's wait a couple more days."

Of course, it wasn't just Li Hongyan and Hu Wangfu who thought this way; Song Limin and Zhang Zhaoxing were also envious of the current pork prices.

So the two of them went to Hu Dahai's place together and asked him, "Dahai, do you think we should really stock up on some pork? Everyone's stocking up, and judging from the situation, the chicken plague really won't end anytime soon."

Zhang Zhaoxing, in particular, watched as the value of the pork that Li Hongyan and the others had stockpiled in his freezer skyrocketed, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't envious.

After all, he could use those cold storage facilities to stockpile his own pork.

Moreover, Hu Dahai said at the time that the price of pork might not last long, so none of them dared to buy it.

But many days have passed, and there's been no sign of pork prices dropping, nor any news of a change in the situation.

"Don't even think about it. Buying this pork now would be like putting a hidden time bomb that could explode at any moment. Then you wouldn't be able to sell it later," Hu Dahai patiently advised.

"You see, right now everyone is hoarding pork. Once the news of the end of the chicken plague comes out, everyone will dump their pork at once, and there will definitely be a stampede, and the price will plummet."

"At that point, it won't be about making money or not; it will all be about finding a way to get rid of the pork they own."

Hu Dahai then added, "However, if you really want to buy some to play around with and get some excitement, that's not out of the question."

After hearing Hu Dahai's words, even if Song Ping and Zhang Zhaoxing had strong ideas, they no longer had the desire to buy anything.

The two of them said dejectedly, "Forget it, let's not buy it."

That same evening, Song Ping and Zhang Zhaoxing returned.

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