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Chapter 8 Unintentional Transactions

Su Jian was shocked by her younger brother's words. She didn't expect her younger brother to see more clearly than she did, and she had already seen that her second uncle and aunt were evil.

"Okay, let's sell corn."

The land contracted by Su Mingcheng is basically planted with corn.

Sticky corn is valuable, and Liu Fang also wants to go to the market to sell corn, but there is too much work at home, and the couple can only envy others for an extra income.

"Don't tell your parents about this beforehand."

"Sister, don't worry, my mouth is tight."

"There is one more condition." She looked at her clever and clever younger brother.

"Starting tonight, you will study with me."

"No way, old lady? I get a headache when I read a book, you want my life?"

"Stop talking nonsense, or you won't be able to make money selling corn in the morning."

The siblings went straight to the morning market, where they were yesterday, and as soon as they parked the car, people surrounded them.

It sold faster today, it only took 15 minutes, and the last two sticks were sold for 33 yuan, which was [-] yuan.

"Kid, don't go!"

The two pushed their carts to leave, but a middle-aged man stopped them.

Su Jian stepped back warily, "Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

"Are you two still students?" The middle-aged man looked him up and down.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. I sell vegetables in the market. My surname is Yang. Everyone calls me Boss Yang."

They didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, so the siblings didn't dare to say anything.

"I want to ask, are the corns grown by your family?"

"…Yes."

"Can you tell me where you live?"

Boss Yang wanted to sell some sticky corn wholesale, Su Jian let out a long sigh, she thought that she would not allow them to come to the morning market to set up a stall when she met a vegetable bully.

The corn will be old in a few days, and you can't sell it even if you want to sell it. It shouldn't be a problem to take out a thousand ears of sticky corn from [-] acres of land.

Su Jian told Uncle Yang the address of her home and found a public telephone hall. Since there was no telephone installed at home, she could only call the neighbor's house and ask him to call Su Mingcheng to answer it.

Hearing that it was from his daughter, Su Mingcheng picked up the phone panting.

"Girl, what's the matter? What happened?"

"Dad, there is an uncle surnamed Yang who wants to buy our corn. I have negotiated the price. It costs [-] cents a corn. After a while, he will bring a car there to load it."

What?
Su Mingcheng was confused, his daughter was in a hurry to go to school, and hung up the phone in a hurry. About half an hour later, Boss Yang drove people to the village.

"How do you know my daughter?" Su Mingcheng asked cautiously as he refused the cigarette that Boss Yang handed over.

"Hehe, it seems that you don't know yet, your girl and son have been selling fresh corn at the morning market these two days, and it's very popular."

"I see that the corn grows so well. The person who tends it must be an expert in farming. I want to buy a thousand corns. I have brought all the small workers. Don't worry, the corn field will never be damaged."

After learning about Boss Yang's purpose in detail, Su Mingcheng looked at his wife, and they smiled wryly.

Everyone has come, so we can't let people go away empty-handed, and the price of corn is also fair, so why not do it?

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Su Mingfeng hired a tricycle and took old man Su to the countryside. On the way, old lady Su scolded him and complained that his ears were soft. Wang Chunmei was right about everything, and he didn't even dare to fart.

"Okay, we're almost in the village, what's the use of talking about it?" Old man Su rolled his eyes at his wife.

"The exam is about to take place. Every night when you go to bed, you either grind your teeth or snore and fart. How many times has the child been anxious? It's all your fault if you fail to get into a high school."

The old lady Su stared angrily, "Isn't it just a day or two? How did Xiaojun get into high school?"

When mentioning her grandson, Mrs. Su proudly puffed up her chest.

"It's still my eldest grandson who is good. He will be admitted to the best high school in the province and give you old Su's parents face."

(End of this chapter)