Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 100

Ding Aiguo, who was asked a series of questions by He Ping, was sweating, "This...the chicks depend on the situation, and you can hatch them. If you don't have time, you can buy them. Uh, I have to get two thousand... three thousand, of course... Of course, it is better to sell eggs, and selling eggs is long-term. Raising chickens... must be paid for by the brigade, and sold to supply and marketing cooperatives, non-staple food stores, as long as they can be sold."

Ding Aiguo's answer was upside-down, and He Ping didn't mind listening to it. The old captain was very happy to see his old opponent flustered and tongue-tied.

"Director Mao, take a look, what is it called? Isn't this just jealous of our Hantun chicken farm? It doesn't even have the most basic plan, so let's go to you to brag about it, hum!"

The old captain's contemptuous nasal sound made Ding Aiguo's face turn red. Losing his status in front of his old opponent was the most intolerable thing for him.

"Then what's the matter, why should you Hantun can raise it, but our Dingtun can't, so I will raise it."

Ding Aiguo stiffened his neck, as if he could do anything to me.

The old captain smiled, "Director Mao, take a look, if you can't say it, you're going to be a rascal."

He Ping made a gesture to signal the old captain not to add fuel to the flames. Out of trust in He Ping, the old captain closed his mouth.

"Captain Ding, I don't need to tell you, you also know that your plan may not be mature yet."

Ding Aiguo was still stubborn, "We can study it further, raising a chicken is not like building an atomic bomb."

He Ping agreed: "Of course, it's just raising chickens. Who in our fort (pu) doesn't raise a chicken!"

Ding Aiguo loves to listen to He Ping's words, "That's right, you cultural people are still reasonable, they are all crops, so there is no difficulty."

"However..." He Ping's turning point made Ding Aiguo half-hearted.

A smile appeared on the old captain's face. He knew He Ping too well. Just what he said just now, I knew that this kid must be holding his farts.

"However, raising chickens is not difficult, but it is not easy. Opening a chicken farm is different from raising a few laying chickens in a rural family. You also have to consider issues such as chicken plague, egg production rate, and sales. If there is a problem with the factors, it may lead to loss of money!"

"Isn't it? Isn't your Hantun chicken farm doing a good job?" Ding Aiguo said with little confidence.

He Ping patiently explained to Ding Aiguo: "Captain Ding, I'm really not here to scare you on purpose. Our Hantun didn't start as a chicken farm from the very beginning, that's because I first touched the stones for the big guys in front of us." He, I have the courage to start this chicken farm after I have accumulated enough experience and lessons."

Ding Aiguo hesitated, of course he wouldn't believe all of He Ping's words, but He Ping's words were not completely unreasonable, he fell into a dilemma for a while.

The old captain had a thug smile on his face, He Ping really had two skills, and with a few words he managed to fool this shriveled brat.

Seeing He Ping scare Ding Aiguo with a few words, Director Mao showed a gratified smile on his face. The speed at which this kid grows is really surprising.

An old fox like Ding Aiguo may not have much culture, but with most of his life experience and more than 20 or [-] years of fighting experience as a captain, Ding Aiguo is by no means easy to be fooled by others, He Ping can do this , Director Mao was very satisfied.

He Ping didn't say anything more, he said everything that needs to be said, and Ding Aiguo needs to make up the rest by himself. As the saying goes, the brain is the most deadly, the smarter the person, the more so, as long as you provide him with enough information.

After hesitating for a long time, Ding Aiguo said hesitantly: "How about, Writer He, can you give me an idea?"

The old captain jumped up all of a sudden, "Don't you want face? Don't you want face? Ding Aiguo, you bastard, prying our Han Tun's business, and want us to give you advice, you are fucking blind Who are you."

Director Mao glared at the old captain, "Don't interrupt."

"Director Mao, he..." The old captain wanted to refute, but He Ping stopped him with a wink.

"Captain Ding, do you trust me?"

"I can trust you. Of course I can trust you. Our Ding Tun did this unethically, but I believe you will not harm our Ding Tun." Ding Aiguo understands a simple truth. To gather wool, you have to put it on a sheep. He had to ask He Ping for advice on the two things that He Ping helped Dingtun Primary School before, otherwise he would be sorry for Writer He's hard work.

"Okay, since you trust me, I'll venture to make a suggestion." He Ping pondered for a few seconds, then said again: "Why don't Dingtun Chicken Farm cooperate with us in Hantun?"

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

With one voice, the three present all exclaimed.

"What do you mean? My brain is a little slow." Ding Aiguo asked anxiously.

He Ping smiled, "I mean, the chicken farm in Dingtun is jointly run by Dingtun and Hantun. Our Hantun provides chicks, technology and sales channels, and your Dingtun provides land, buildings and employees. We insist Let’s form a strong alliance and jointly make the business of chicken farms bigger and stronger.”

Co-host?Co-host?He Ping's words made Director Mao fall into deep thought.

The old team leader looked at He Ping with a livid face. He probably would have done it long ago if he hadn’t taken care of Director Mao’s presence. What’s this called? heart thing.

In less than half a minute, Director Mao grasped the essence of the problem, what a joint venture, isn't this a joint-stock enterprise.Well, you He Ping, you really have a wicked heart.However, He Ping only holds [-]% of the shares in Hantun Chicken Farm. If he and Dingtun jointly open a chicken farm, he will be safer.

"This is a good way." Director Mao affirmed.

"Okay, okay." Seeing that Director Mao agreed, the old captain couldn't help but stop him, "He Dingtun wants to steal the fruits of our Hantun's victory, so why should we spend money and effort to help them?"

He Ping laughed, "Old captain, you are narrow-minded, narrow-minded, haha!"

He Ping's smile annoyed the old captain, who was a dog who ate inside and outside, and kicked when he went up.

Having been with the old captain for such a long time, how could He Ping fail to predict the old captain's movements and positions.

"Don't get excited, just listen to me."

"I listen to your grandma's legs."

"Okay, what's the trouble?" Director Mao stopped him. This is my future son-in-law, so he can't be kicked casually.

The old captain died down, and He Ping said, "We can't stop Dingtun from opening a chicken farm. Now the chicken farm business is like making cakes. The bigger the cake, the more we can share." In the same way, the larger the output of the chicken farm, the more money we earn, which is also shared by so many people, earning 100 yuan a year or 1000 yuan, which do you think? more attractive."

After hearing He Ping's words, the three present fell silent.

After a long time, Ding Aiguo asked: "Writer He, can we really earn 1000 yuan? No, I mean can we really make this pie bigger?"

He Ping spread his hands, "I don't think there is any problem."

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