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

Chapter 95 Do you understand the golden mean?

In the large meeting room of the cultural and tourism department in Changshi, after a night of hard work, they finally came up with a solution.

Let's start with Mo Yu's family!

I just heard that the mayor of Haizhen is named Mo!
You can let him test his tone!
At six o'clock in the morning, the meeting ended. According to the arrangement of the meeting, the team went in different directions.

At Mo Guanhai's house, the mayor of Tinghai Town, the door was blocked just after getting up.

As he was nearing retirement, he was very panicked, and he hadn't done anything outrageous!
The two staff members of the cultural and tourism department pushed him to a chair and sat down, and then said softly:

"Don't be afraid of what we're going to say next!"

Mo Guanhai nodded, and replied with a serious expression: "I have been working for many years, and I have seen everything. I am not afraid!"

"There's a billionaire in your town!"

Billionaire?Mo Guanhai lowered his head, this town is not too big, but it is not too small either.

Agriculture is the mainstay, with a little industry and commerce, but not much.

Young people are mainly working abroad, which has brought a little flow of people to the launch base tens of kilometers to the north in recent years.

Otherwise, even the tourism industry will not be able to do it.

So, where are the billionaires?Unless it's not real money!

Hesitating, Mo Guanhai poked his head and asked cautiously: "Is the billionaire you mentioned alive?"

The two staff members tilted their heads and didn't understand why they asked such a question for a moment.

They looked at each other and nodded their heads in unison.

Seeing this, Mo Guanhai pouted his butt, took out a one hundred yuan bill from his butt pocket, and slowly placed it in front of the two of them.

"Is this the money you are talking about?"

"Yes!"

The two spoke in unison!

Hearing this, Mo Guanhai couldn't sit still any longer, stood up with his hands on the chair, and stumbled towards the gate.

There is only one thought left in his mind, and that is that the rest of his life is over.

"It's over!"

I've worked hard all my life and just wanted to retire, but I never thought I'd run into someone who sells white noodles?

Apart from selling white noodles, what other things in this place can have a capital of hundreds of millions?
If there is, the other party will suppress his restless heart and not go home to show off?

Mo Guanhai's bizarre movements fell into the eyes of two people from the cultural and tourism department. They looked at their companions together, but they saw something inexplicable in each other's eyes.

"Did he misunderstand something?"

"probably!"

The two chased after them, and explained to Mo Guanhai for a long time before explaining clearly why they came.

When he learned that the opponent's target was Mo Yu, and at the same time wanted to use him as a breakthrough, Mo Guanhai immediately looked around and talked about him.

"Mo Yu? I'm not familiar with him, but you can find the village head of his village! It is said that they communicate a lot!"

After being instructed, the two hurried to Mojia Village again.

The surname of the head of Mojia Village is Liu, and his name is Liu Lian.

It was time for breakfast, and he had already been thrown out by his wife.

Because his wife watched the live broadcast last night and saw others selling tens of millions, she was a little jealous.

Regarding this, Liu Lian said that he has no fear. The old lady has long hair and short knowledge, so there is no need to chatter with her.

Just as he was about to go out, a car suddenly appeared in front of him, almost sending him to see Lord Yan.

I want to swear, but there is a sign on the car, which belongs to the cultural and tourism department.

Forget it.

The car door opened suddenly, grabbed Liu Lian with one hand, and pulled him into the car, and the door closed again.

Holding Liu Lian down, the person who pressed him took out his ID.

Wenshanhai, Cultural Tourism Office.

"Cun Chief Liu, we came to you this time to talk to you about Mo Yu. The city wants him to invest here."

The gentle words did not relax Liu Lian, but made him more nervous. He has already made up the plots of a hundred business war movies.

In the end, he plucked up the courage to ask, "Why don't you just go to him directly?"

"Zhongyong, do you understand Zhongyong? If we go and ask him to invest, he will definitely not, but if you go, you say that this village is too difficult, and he should agree to invest a little bit!"

That's it?

Lianchang Liu sighed, supported the seat with his hands, sat up, looked at the fading scenery outside the window, and said in a low voice: "You know how to compromise!"

Two hours later, they arrived at Teacher Chen's plantation in the next town.

At 10:30 in the morning, Mo Yu opened the live broadcast room on time.

Put the phone in a conspicuous position, and there are a bunch of coconuts in the phone lens.

A heap of well-proportioned coconuts.

"Friends from the audience, our current location is Mr. Chen's plantation field. Mr. Chen is also a relatively well-known large planter in our local area!"

"Been growing coconuts for decades..."

Holding the coconut in his hand, Mo Yu kept praising the taste of the coconut, but the friends in the live broadcast did not buy it.

——"Are you lying? What do you think is the chicken running behind you? There is a pig in the distance!"

——"Actually, we don't want to grab coconuts, we just want to see how much the local tyrants are going to buy today!"

——"Anchor, stop talking, put it on the shelves! Just put the goods on the shelves!"

——"I bet three seconds!"

The barrage flying over the live broadcast room did not affect Mo Yu's mood.

I found a ripe coconut, picked up the machete at hand, and cut it down, the coconut opened a mouth.

Put the straw on and take a deep breath.

Comfortable!

With a few taps on the phone, this batch of coconuts is on the shelves.

This time, there was no sweeping scene, Mo Yu was very relieved.

It seems that Adessa is listening.

What he wants is to help the farmers, not to help the lazy. He snapped up the items a few times, and it fell into the eyes of others, because this item is very easy to sell.

In the coming year they will flock up there.

Then lose all the pants.

This is not without precedent.

Orders are slowly increasing. Judging from the quantity purchased, most of them are purchased by individuals for food.

There are only twenty or so orders, and they are collectively purchased over five thousand.

It should be from Homeland Defense.

In the end, the coconut only lasted for 10 minutes.

After the order was sold out, Mo Yu closed the live broadcast room, changed the profile of the live broadcast and reopened it. At the same time, he handed the mobile phone to Mo Wen and asked her to supervise the loading.

Things are sold out, and the next thing is to wait for dinner.

Outside the live broadcast, Liu Lian walked over step by step.

Bypassing the loading workers, he slowly came to sit down beside Mo Yu.

After sorting out the language, he opened his mouth in a flattering manner: "Xiao Yu, the superior asked you to make some investment here!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he sold people out.

"here?"

Mo Yu raised his right hand and pointed his index finger down.

What kind of investment can be made in this place?Also, shouldn't it be done in the village?
This is a town away, can it be done?

After staring at the fingers for a while, Liu Lian also reacted, shaking his hands again and again.

"Not here, but in the village!"

Resting his chin with his hand, Mo Yu found a good position to lean on, and asked curiously:
"What are you doing in the village? Uncle Liu, tell me first, as long as you tell me that you can invest, I can help you connect!"

Liu Lian didn't answer this question, because there really wasn't much going on in the village.

"Uncle Liu, investment is not easy! But I can sponsor a batch of agricultural machinery in the village."

(End of this chapter)