Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 315 Cooperation (1)

Lin Qingyuan sat down again, his face returned to the appearance of a romantic son, but his eyes were guarded: this woman is simply his nemesis.

Song Liyun didn't care what he was thinking, and mentioned the map again.

The grassland is vast, even more so than that of the Wu Dynasty, and the flow of people is erratic.

In the absence of satellite positioning, every map that can be found is actually very crude and one-sided.

Except for the specific marks left by the person who walked, it is difficult for others to see the difference between the low and rolling hillsides.

Even Zhao Tingduo relied on his experience to haunt the borders of the Wu Dynasty and the Mida River Valley. He had not set foot in the Chiyang Grassland where the Wang Ting tribe was located.

Compared with Lin Qingyuan's willingness to pay a hundred taels of silver to live in a stable, and what kind of jewelry business, she wanted a caravan route map more.

Even if the tribe temporarily moved to other places due to the abundance of aquatic plants, having a map is much better than running around in the vast grassland.

Lin Qingyuan understands that his biggest secret is known and cannot be silenced, the best way is to win him over.

Since Song Liyun wanted the tribal map, he had to pay a good price to maximize the benefits.

The businessman's instinct allowed Lin Qingyuan to quickly calculate.

"Song Guanshi, it's easy to say if you want the map, but you have to say what you want the map of the Di tribe for, and the right to sell your prefabricated house has to be exclusively assigned to Lin!"

Lin Qingyuan's eyes were piercing, and he no longer had the decadent air of being addicted to makeup before,

"I want the Di Clan Map not to conflict with your business, or it will bring more convenience in the future." Song Liyun was full of confidence.

"As for prefabricated houses... I won't give you all the sales rights, but you can sell them as a consignment."

The prefabricated house was what Song Liyun wanted to use for tribal houses, and it was impossible for Lin Qingyuan to make huge profits.

Lin Qingyuan snorted softly: "You can't get a map in exchange for consignment sales, unless you add another leather goods business, [-]% to [-]%, you three and I seven."

The two parties started a back-and-forth negotiation.

Song Dekui heard Lin Qingyuan's contest, and couldn't help but say with a dark face: "I also said that you are different from Mr. Lin. They are both greedy ghosts who cannibalize people and don't spit out bones. Your elder brother is an open robber. You are secretly stealing. You deserve to be Came out of a den."

Lin Qingyuan was a little displeased. He knew the virtues of his first brother, even if the wind blew in front of him, he would have to squeeze it out, so he said coldly, "Boss Song has seen my noble first brother?"

"Ha, not only have I seen your noble brother, everyone in Qili County has seen his ass!" Song Dekui laughed.

"Stop, stop!" Lin Qingyuan regained his energy, "Tell me, what do you mean everyone in the city has seen his ass?"

"Why are you pretending to be confused?"

"You don't know..." Song Liyun and Song Dekui said in unison.

"What don't you know? I have been in the grassland for three or four months... Tell me, what happened in Qili County?"

Song Liyun and Song Dekui looked at each other, only to realize that Lin Qingyuan in front of him didn't know about the enmity between his family and Mr. Lin.

How can this be said!
After half an hour, the matter between the Song family and Mr. Lin was clarified.

Lin Qingyuan was still smiling, listening with gusto.

When he learned that Lin Qinghua was testifying in court under the name of the eldest son of the Lin family, Jiang Feng didn't show any face at all, and Song Lizheng gave him a slap in the face, and then let the county magistrate Jiang get a board in public.

Lin Qingyuan laughed out of shape, and fell to the ground, rolling and laughing wildly.

It took a long time to stop and sit up, rubbing his stomach that hurt from laughing, and wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he said: "Lin Qinghua is the No. 1 among the sons of aristocratic families in Pingyang Prefecture.

If this news spreads back, those ladies who admired him would all be shocked. "

Lin Qingyuan wanted to laugh again when he thought about the eclipsed faces of those charming girls.

He still resisted the urge to laugh, and said: "You have to be careful, my brother and sister will never give up revenge on you for losing such a big face.

When Lin Qinghua was a child, just because he was scratched by a kitten, he patiently waited for the kitten to grow up.

But when the kitten gave birth, he crushed the cub that hadn't opened its eyes to death directly in front of the mother cat, just to see the cat howling in pain. "

He didn't say clearly that Lin Qinghua's health was poor, and he was taught by a mean aunt. He had already learned to behave like a beast, and he would not express any dissatisfaction.

If he was really spanked by the Qili county government and then left silently, he must be full of bad water.

Coupled with the fact that there is an aunt who is eager to protect the son, the Song family's affairs are bound to be endless.

Still, it was all too well to his liking.

With the county magistrate of Qili and the Song family in front to attract firepower, Lin Qinghua, who was like a snake and a scorpion, had been ignoring himself for a while.

Hearing what Lin Qingyuan said, Song Liyun's heart sank. Although she did not ignore Mr. Lin's hatred, she was indeed somewhat relaxed because of Lin Qinghua's departure.

Moreover, Zhao Tingduo said that he would put pressure on Lin Qinghua through the Qi family business in the future.

It now appears that this is clearly not enough.

She put her eyes on Lin Qingyuan.

Speaking of which, the person who knows Mr. Lin best and who hates Mr. Lin the most has to be his own half-brother.

"Master Lin, what do you want to say?
As far as I know, your elder brother has invested money in Zuichun Building and Jinxi Building in Qili County, and he has to find a way to find the money when his hands are tight.

What will happen if he finds out that you have private money in the dark? "Song Liyun wrote lightly.

Lin Qingyuan's smile gradually faded away, and his complexion became gloomy in a blink of an eye: What else can happen, he will definitely be beaten to the bone.

Not only Ruzhu Pavilion was exposed, all his money was confiscated into the public house, his aunt would be severely punished, and even her elder sister who had married into the Qi family would also be implicated.

Seeing Song Liyun's confident expression, he still didn't understand: he had been caught in a weak spot.

Lin Qingyuan could only feel the qi and blood in his heart churning: With such a handle in hand, this woman is really his nemesis.

Song Liyun didn't really want to make trouble with him, and said as soon as he finished speaking: "As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend. You and I have no enmity. Lin Qinghua is the one who needs to guard against. Why don't we cooperate."

Lin Qingyuan thought for a moment.

Although he was still wondering why he hadn't heard the saying "the enemy of an enemy is a friend" since it was a common saying, he still agreed with it.

Although he and Song Liyun were a little unhappy before, but Song Dekui had beaten him in public, so it was already considered exposing.

Now not only is there no conflict of interest, but there is also a prefabricated house business to cooperate with, and now they have to face Lin Qinghua's calculations and revenge, and they really have to go somewhere.

"Okay, Manager Song, why don't you tell me what your plans are?"

Lin Qingyuan decided to turn against customers, and let Song Liyun make up his mind.

"Talk about the situation in the Mida Valley first? How do the tribes on the grasslands differentiate?"

Song Liyun asked this at the very beginning.

Father, like son.

In her opinion, Lin Qingyuan, who was from the Wu Dynasty, had been in the Dilu Grassland for several months, so it was easier to see the situation clearly.

But Lin Qingyuan never mentioned it, for fear of being asked by himself.

(End of this chapter)