Selling pineapples live, but you are eyeing my farm tools?

Chapter 81 What if we revise the definition of agricultural products?
As the name suggests, Zhao Hu is very tiger.

After the missile was launched, Mo Yu lifted the ban on the chat group.

The reason for the silence before was to prevent these guys from making trouble, but now that the missiles have been launched, there is no need to worry about people talking nonsense.

Then, Zhao Hu started his performance in the chat group.

Manual temperature measurement.

Of course, this manual temperature measurement does not use equipment, but people. A strong young man took off his clothes and stood on the top of the mountain.

People can bear it, which means that these fruit trees can also bear it. Even if people can't bear it, he will say that they can bear it.

It is a kind of psychological comfort.

It's the same as the blessing of marriage to have a baby early, and eating a piece of candy to ask if it is sweet.

Topless, Zhao Hu recorded a video with his mobile phone in his left hand and a thermometer in his right. He wandered in his orchard, walking gently, and a 6-[-]-minute video was completed.

After appreciating the people in the video, Zhao Hu sent it to the group.

The young one, whose appearance can be rated as a strong man with 6 points, is still shirtless, and he is in the wild again.

This kind of video can definitely attract attention. At that time, I can conduct interviews spontaneously, and then check in at 13 stations, and the next step is to bring goods.

Thinking of these, it is not cold at all!
The refreshed little circle keeps turning.

After 2 minutes, the small circle stopped and the video was sent successfully.

Not knowing the reaction of the melon eaters in the group, Zhao Hu immediately sent a message.

"Everyone, I'm on the Loess Plateau, which is the place where the cold air affects the most. Everyone, look at the mountains around me, the trees around me, and my majestic chest. This missile of the boss Very good, you helped us solve a big problem! Here, on behalf of Zhaojia Village, I would like to express my gratitude to the boss!"

[cute! ]
It's a pity that most of this group are men, and a few girls are also the kind of very few people with universal rational thinking.

So their focus is different.

After simply comparing the temperatures on the thermometers, a group of people put the influence of the cold air behind them and began to discuss Zhao Hu's medical expenses.

"Look at this fool! Let's make a bet, how much medical expenses will be spent later, I bet up to 200!"

"It's too much, up to 50 yuan!"

"It's not that much, just 8 yuan!"

"why?"

"Erguotou, which costs 8 yuan a bottle, is just right for one person! Go back and buy a bottle and drink it, and then sleep with your head covered. When you wake up, you will be a good man."

"Are you going to sleep or not?"

"Come on, I'll sit at the child's table!"

"Don't be annoyed by children eating, I think it's better to sit at the table of the village girl!"

"Then we may have another meal!"

"Where's the big guy? How can we not call the big guy at the dinner table? @一一接鱼子!"

"@一个品鱼少，Come out for dinner!"

"@一个接鱼子, boss, when will your missiles be sold out? I want two of them!"

"Can you add a nuclear bomb?"

Mo Yu was still in bed and stayed up all night. Although he gained dozens of attribute points, his physical fitness was much stronger.

But people don't want to get up, they just don't want to get up, there is not so much reason.

He was swiping the little blue bird with his mobile phone, and was going to see two female Bodhisattvas.

Then he saw a lot of messages from Aite in the chat group.

Dinner?

Sell ​​arms?
Hang a nuclear bomb?
What is this all about?
It's okay to eat.

See where it is, if you go there nearby, forget it, it’s better to be next door, there’s no free money for the meal there, and the food is pretty good.

After following the news for a while, he banned these guys again.

If he continued, he would become the largest arms dealer in the world.

It's still 5 minutes to 12 o'clock, and you can sleep for a few more minutes. If you have slept, then there is a problem with the time!
Throwing the phone aside, Mo Yu pulled the quilt over and continued to sleep soundly.

……

Homeland Defense Agency, Zhang Yang's dream of wanting to sleep was shattered again.

Every time he was about to close his eyes, a new call would come in.

After finally finishing talking, just as I closed my eyes, a new call came in again.

Even if he arranges someone to receive it, even if he transfers the number, the call will still go directly to him.

Because he owed favors to these people when he formed the Homeland Defense Bureau.

It's all the sins of the previous life.

The phone was connected, and I picked it up tiredly.

"Hey?"

"I'm at your door!"

"Then come in!"

A few minutes later, an imposing soldier walked into Zhang Yang's office.

The soldier first saluted Director Zhang, then turned around and sat upright on the chair, casually put his hat on his knees, and stared at Zhang Yang intently.

"I can't give the missiles now, because the other party hasn't given the technology yet, and I can't give the technology if I give it, because I need to study materials and processing techniques!"

Zhang Yang closed his eyes and said, he didn't need this person to speak, he knew what the other person wanted.

"Director Zhang, is there a possibility that we order weapons from this Mr. Mo Yu!" The soldier raised a possibility.

The steady voice made Zhang Yang turn over like a carp, and then lay down on his side again.

"Since you're here and you've raised the possibility, you should have studied the other party."

"As of now, he will only include purchase qualifications in the agricultural products he sells, that is to say, he is binding the sales of agricultural products!"

"However, he hasn't found anything to sell in the past two days, so he has no new purchase qualifications."

"Then what if we revise the definition of agricultural products?" The soldier said this out of nowhere.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang, who had been pretending to be dead, turned over and sat up immediately.

Yes, why didn't I think of it?

Wouldn't it be good to just classify this specific type of hypersonic missile as an agricultural product?
Divide them into agricultural products, and then Mo Yu will sell them directly. Isn't this problem perfectly solved?
After figuring out the joints involved, Zhang Yang flew up to the soldier, patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and praised him sincerely:
"Hey, Nitnd is a genius!"

For this praise, a wry smile appeared on the soldier's face. If it wasn't for national defense construction, who would think of such a deceitful idea?
With the idea in mind, the next step is to put it into action.

First of all, we need to get some data, and then let the leaders above come forward to get this approval document down.

Fingers tapped on the computer, and two short report documents spit out from the printer.

One was given to the soldier in front of him, and Zhang Yang took one in his hand.

"You call two more people, we will report now, then you go in and cry first, then I go in and cry, and then everyone will cry together."

The soldier went through the document briefly, confirmed that there was no problem with the document, and confirmed that Director Zhang had not set any conditions to deceive people in it, so he nodded his head.

"okay!"

After finishing speaking, the resolute soldier turned and left, just as Zhang Yang was about to leave the office.

Two messages came through.

One is the news from the Foreign Press Office. After the last incident, there was a direct communication channel with the Homeland Defense Bureau.

The other one is from the big local tyrant Adessa, and his message is very brief.

Just a sentence and a picture.

The picture is the missile launched by Mo Yu.

There are only three words in the discourse - I want this!

(End of this chapter)