Rebooting the Peak Years of 1985

Chapter 201 is more money
"Zhao Zhenhua, whatever our Third Production Brigade does, we don't need to report to your Fifth Production Brigade."

"You have no control over our place. You are not welcome here. Please leave."

Zhao Hongmei walked up to him, pointed to the dirt road he came from, and chased the visitor away.

"Blind daters, don't be fooled by this woman Zhao Hongmei. She has long hair and short knowledge. What can she understand?"

"No matter what she says, everyone will be harmed by her. In the past, when the oranges in our hometown were unsaleable, who led the way to sell them? In the past, when you couldn't make money, who sold the oranges to you? "

"Soda Factory, hahaha, I'm laughing so hard. Can this thing be sold? Who will buy it? If it can't be sold then, the soda factory won't accept your oranges, what are you going to do? I know what's going on in Lao City The soda factory in Bian is not doing well and is trying to lower prices like crazy. The villagers there have piled up a lot of yellow peaches this year and suffered heavy losses."

"If something goes wrong, will she, Zhao Hongmei, compensate you? Can she, Zhao Hongmei, afford the responsibility?"

Zhao Zhenhua obviously came prepared. He ignored Zhao Hongmei's expulsion and spoke loudly with a tin microphone.

"What Zhao Zhenhua said makes sense. No one can guarantee whether the soda plant can be sold or whether it will make money. What if we don't make money and can't sell it? How will we manage our oranges?"

"No, I didn't agree with it in the first place. It was their Third Production Brigade that had to do it despite all the opinions. I don't think this thing can be done. Even the soda water factory in Lao City can't do it well. How can we do it well? ?"

"Shh, don't say a few words. Things haven't been settled yet, and no one has any clues."

The villagers at the banquet were whispering to each other and talking a lot.

"You must be that capitalist from the city. If you have two dollars, you can do anything to him!"

"I, Zhao Zhenhua, tell you, don't even think about those ideas of yours. Sooner or later you will be punished. What qualifications do you have to open a soda factory with Zhao Hongmei?"

Zhao Zhenhua looked at Chen Huajiang sarcastically and said threateningly.

Chen Huajiang originally didn't want to talk to him. After all, the other party was the fifth production brigade and he didn't get along with him.

And he also figured out that this person was a "fruit tyrant", just like a vegetable tyrant or a meat tyrant, monopolizing fruit sales in urban and rural areas.

This kind of people rely on having both ends, monopolizing the price of the fruit source in the sales area and squeezing it like crazy, while raising the shipping price and making money at both ends.

Now that Zhao Hongmei wants to build a soda factory to solve the problem of unsalable oranges, the biggest impact will naturally be on the other party.

"You actually know that I have two dollars? You are quite knowledgeable."

"I, Chen Huajiang, have nothing but two dollars. So I can say here that all the oranges purchased by the Third Production Brigade will be purchased at three cents per catty this year! Next year, we will start with three cents per catty. We will discuss the pricing with everyone and it will definitely not be lower than in previous years.”

"Who told me to be rich? As for whether the law can solve it or not, then this brother is not worried about it, and you can't worry about it either."

Chen Huajiang said loudly and cupped his hands around him, then smiled slightly at Zhao Zhenhua and said disdainfully.

If the other party didn't provoke him, he still planned to settle the matter. This was a matter between Zhao Hongmei and the other party.

But since you are provoking him, well, who is afraid of whom?

"What!? Three points!? Real or fake?"

"Three cents per pound? Boss Chen, you can't lie. Everyone has heard it."

"Yes, you have to sign a contract! If you get three points, all my oranges will be sold to you this year."

Upon hearing Chen Huajiang's words, the fruit farmers at the banquet were all shocked. They stood up excitedly and looked at Chen Huajiang.

Nowadays, if there is an orchard of five acres, the output of oranges can cost tens of thousands of gold and tens of thousands of catties.

If it is one third of a catty, calculated as ten thousand catties, the income is three hundred per year, which is no less than the income of a single worker.

However, this is the joint income of the family. If it is spread among individuals, it will naturally not be that much, but it is enough to make everyone excited and shocked.

"Can you guarantee it? Three cents a pound?"

"What kind of international joke are you kidding me? You laughed so hard that you paid three cents a pound."

"Hahaha, just listen to him. If he dares to harvest fruit for three cents per catty, I, Zhao Zhenhua, will write the three characters upside down!"

Zhao Zhenhua said with disdain, but his eyes were staring at Chen Huajiang angrily.

Three cents a catty, he was also shocked by the price, because he bought oranges for a penny a catty in the village.

And it also depends on the quality of the fruit. Only big and good fruits are worth the price. He will not accept small or bad fruits.

"What? What you just said was treated as fart?"

"Who said I was rich? Folks, if you are worried, you can sign a contract with Zhao Hongmei. If the time comes, you can come to me if you are missing even a penny."

"And I can guarantee that we will pay the money and deliver the goods in one hand, and we will not default on the delivery!"

Chen Huajiang sneered at Zhao Zhenhua, then glanced at everyone and said loudly.

After saying this, everyone felt relieved and looked at Chen Huajiang as if looking at the God of Wealth.

For a while, words such as "Boss Chen is generous" and "I will sell the fruit to you today" came and went one after another.

Without Zhao Zhenhua's previous words, this effect probably would not have been achieved. At least everyone would doubt whether Chen Huajiang really had that much money.

But with Zhao Zhenhua's words, even those businessmen who have been "punished" can know that they are rich even if they think about it.

"Okay, okay, okay."

"I'll see how you die then!"

Facing the excitement and cheers of the crowd, Zhao Zhenhua immediately understood that he could no longer destroy the factory. He glanced at Zhao Hongmei and Chen Huajiang fiercely, and then left angrily.

"Boss Chen, do you really want to buy it for three cents?"

"You have to know that there are [-] tons of unsaleable oranges in our township this year."

Instead, Zhao Hongmei hesitated, tugged on Chen Huajiang's arm, and said worriedly.

"Don't worry, I know this well. If I didn't have this confidence, I, Chen Huajiang, wouldn't have said this."

Chen Huajiang smiled confidently. If it were last year, he would not dare to speak because there were too many uncertainties.

But this year, he decided to let go and go big. Not to mention five thousand tons of oranges, even if multiplied by ten times, he would dare to eat them.

Without him, this year he can develop outwards. His influence will not only be limited to Nanming City, but will radiate around.

Seeing Chen Huajiang's confident expression, Zhao Hongmei couldn't help but nodded. She didn't know why she was nervous and uneasy, so she relaxed.

It's like a big stone disappearing without a trace.

"Boss Chen, it's better to choose a day than to hit the sun. It's better to sign the document today. What do you think?"

"Yes, yes, it's better to choose a day than to hit it. And if we set up the documents early, we can make preparations early. When the time comes, I will take care of it and deliver great results to your soda factory!"

"Let's establish the evidence first so that we can have some peace of mind."

Some fruit farmers who knew what was going on were worried that Chen Huajiang would regret it, so they said one after another.

Of course, Chen Huajiang did as they wished. He asked someone to get a table and pen and paper on the spot, initialed the purchase agreement, and priced it at three cents per catty.

After completing all this, the atmosphere at the banquet became more heated and harmonious, and the voices of people toasting Chen Huajiang kept coming and going.

(End of this chapter)