I take the whole village out of poverty and become rich

Chapter 237 Hello, Are You Selling Danshen?
Last night, the ring was fat and the swallows were thin, and the sleep was so deep that the residual wine could not be eliminated.

In the leadership apartment of Feichang Industrial Park, Mr. He was sleeping deeply alone.

The reason why he is alone is because he is new here and is not yet familiar with the situation. The feasting and feasting can barely do, and the sensuality has to wait.

At 08:30 in the morning, half asleep and half awake, the ringtone of the mobile phone woke him up who was dreaming sweetly under the blanket.

He opened his eyes filled with gum, glanced at the phone screen, saw an unfamiliar number, and hung up.

Before he let go of his hand, his half-drunk and half-awake mind suddenly froze. He had just come to Feichang City, so he must be some local leader.

So, he quickly swiped to the other side, sat up from the bed, took a deep breath, connected the phone, and said in a relatively unambiguous voice: "Hello."

"Hello, do you have salvia to sell?"

"Not for sale, thank you."

Mr. He hangs up the phone depressedly, throws it to the pillow, and falls back on the bed weakly.

Drowsily returning to the cage and falling asleep for an unknown amount of time, the phone rang again.

He glanced at it, it was an unfamiliar number again, he didn't even bother to get up, "Hello."

"Hello, I bought a lot of Danshen. Do you have Danshen to sell?"

"Do not sell!"

Mr. He hung up the phone directly, and most of the sleepiness dissipated after being disturbed like this.

He checked the time, it was almost 09:30.

Although the factory is recruiting workers recently, he is not needed to do much, but he should not be too lazy.

So, after squinting for a few more minutes, Mr. He got up slowly, poured a cup of warm water, and poured tons of it into his stomach.

Then he went to the bathroom to wash his face, brushed his teeth, and after recovering a little bit of energy, he lit a cigarette and slowly sat down on the toilet in the bathroom.

The phone rang again.

"Hey."

"Hi, may I ask if you sell pills?"

"Don't sell, don't sell, don't sell! You're so crazy!"

After hanging up the phone, he cursed angrily: "I moved away, and I'm not dead! Why should I sell it? It's your mother's dream! Crazy!"

After such a fuss, Mr. He suddenly realized that the surging desire to defecate just now was gone!
So, even more angry!
He directly picked up the phone and blocked that silly beep number.

After finishing this operation, I felt comfortable physically and mentally, and the feeling of defecation that had just disappeared was recaptured.

After tidying up slowly and tidying up his personal image, Mr. He walked out of the house full of blood.

Go have breakfast first.

Sitting at the breakfast shop, ordered two taels of fatty rice noodle rolls, sighing while secretly feeling, it’s better here, Hushan Village is such a crappy place, there is no stuttering when you get up late.

While eating happily, another call came in. He hesitated for a while and connected. Fortunately, this time it wasn't from that silly beeping man, but a sweet female voice.

"Hello?"

Mr. He smiled and said, "Hello, who are you?"

"Boss Tang, we got through."

Mr. He was taken aback for a moment, and the "magic voice" that had troubled him all morning came from the receiver, "Hello, do you want to sell Danshen?"

Mr. He was dumbfounded, and he still had such an operation. He couldn't help cursing: "Don't sell it! Don't sell it! Sell you mmp!"

As soon as the voice was raised, the bosses and customers in the breakfast shop collectively paid attention to him, and some women with children even cast disgusted looks at him.

Mr. He had no choice but to bow his head silently, eating his own noodles.

After three or two bites, just after paying the bill, the phone rang again.

Mr. He, who had already walked out of the breakfast shop, immediately connected the phone and raised it to his ear, angrily said: "My day nmmp, I told you whether to sell it or not, is it annoying!"

On the other end of the phone, a calm male voice said lightly: "If you don't want to do it, you can directly write a letter of resignation."

Mr. He was taken aback, and quickly looked at the caller, what the hell!
"Boss, I didn't mean that, but a melon skin has been harassing me this morning!"

He hurriedly described the situation in the morning, wanting to cry, "I really didn't mean to scold you, boss!"

The boss of the head office on the other end of the phone said calmly: "He keeps asking if you want to sell Danshen?"

"That's right! I don't know what kind of wind it is. We have to continue to produce it. How can it be sold!"

The boss pondered for a moment, "Call him back and ask him what price he can offer. As long as it is not lower than our purchase price, sell it, and sell it all to him."

"Ah?" Mr. He felt that the world today was extremely strange, "Why?"

"If you tell you to sell it, you will sell it! I pay you wages to ask you to do things, not to be responsible for explaining to you!"

The boss's outburst came suddenly, just like the sudden morning poop.

Mr. He couldn't bear it, so he obediently agreed, and then picked up the phone aggrievedly, intending to remove that number from the blacklist.

But thinking of the "humiliation" this morning, he hesitated for a few moments, but he gave up on this approach and dialed another mobile phone number later.

This is his last stubbornness and respect.

"Hello? Hello."

When "I" came to his lips, a sense of humiliation rushed into his heart, causing him to pause, took a deep breath and said, "I sell Danshen."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Soon, the voice that impressed him came from the receiver, "Hello, how much do you want to sell?"

"One hundred thousand kilograms."

"What about the price?"

Mr. He is still vigilant, "What price do you give?"

"I heard your purchase price was nine dollars and fifteen cents?"

Mr. He frowned, it seemed that he came prepared, but he knew this kind of thing as soon as he asked, and there was nothing to hide, so he hummed.

"In that case, I'll offer eight dollars and a half."

"You're dreaming!" Mr. He refused decisively.

"Don't worry!" The voice on the other end of the phone was not angry, and said with a smile: "Go and discuss with your big boss behind the scenes, maybe he will agree! And, in the afternoon, my price will be eight It's too late. Waiting for your call."

A beeping busy tone came from the handset, and the other party hung up the phone.

Mr. He frowned, thinking about the reason for today's weird things as he walked, and he felt that if he couldn't figure out this problem, he couldn't handle this matter at all.

Is the price of salvia miltiorrhiza going to drop?This level of news, even the level of my own boss can't get in touch with it!

Is the company's business to be transformed?That kind of thing, don't tell me!

Thoughts were spinning wildly in his head, and he kept walking. Before he knew it, Mr. He walked outside his company's new factory building.

"Mr. He, you are finally here!"

A subordinate hurried over, "I have something to report to you."

"Hold on! No time!"

Mr. He coldly refused, what do you mean I've come, and co-author, do I have to report to you when I come?
He snorted, walked into the office, pondered for an hour, but couldn't come up with anything.

Looking at the time, it was almost 11:30, he stood up and moved around, and then went to the bathroom.

At the door of the bathroom, I just ran into the subordinate, and asked casually, "What did you want to say?"

"Mr. He, something big happened!" The subordinate hurriedly said: "Dongjiang County has launched a trademark protection action to authorize a group of companies to use their national geographical indication product logos and origin trademarks in their industrial park. Then severely crack down on the use of unauthorized enterprises! It is said that the county magistrate personally took command of this matter!"

Mr. He shuddered suddenly and shuddered.

He finally understood the reason for these things today. If this matter can really be promoted, the few of them who have left must not be authorized. At that time, similar products will not be able to compete with companies with country of origin labels. , in this case, the red sage root they hoarded would really be thrown into their hands!
"Why didn't you say it sooner, you bastard!"

The subordinate said aggrievedly: "As soon as you came, I wanted to tell you, you told me to wait!"

Mr. He looked at him and didn't know what to say. He suddenly remembered that it was 45 yuan in the afternoon. He glanced at his phone and rushed into the office at [-]:[-].

At twelve o'clock, Jincheng, Wenxing Pharmaceutical Group Building.

Tang Yuxuan knocked on the door and walked into Xia Wanqing's office, and said with a smile, "Mr. Xia, we've finished the discussion. If it's appropriate, let Xiao Cao go in and sign the contract."

Xia Wanqing smiled and nodded, "How many companies have you talked about?"

"We talked to Mr. Sun and Mr. Qiu about each family. The rest of the family to promote traditional Chinese medicine should be left to other people in the industrial park, and we can't make it difficult for Brother Huo."

Xia Wanqing hummed, "Then sign it, lest you have long nights and dreams."

Tang Yuxuan nodded in response and exited the room.

(End of this chapter)