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Chapter 94 You’re a farmer, how can you get so much money! (Please subscribe)

There were so many people that it took Sun Jianping ten minutes to get to the gate of the supply and marketing cooperative. His shoes were squeezed out several times!
The people rushed to the supply and marketing cooperative in endless waves like a tide. The salesmen of the supply and marketing cooperative were all so happy that they were so busy that they sweated on their foreheads in the cold weather.

Compared with old farmers who rely on the weather for a living, salesmen in supply and marketing cooperatives not only have a fixed salary, but after monthly inventory, 55% of all profits go to the unit, and 45% are bonuses, which are distributed to each official employee of the supply and marketing cooperative in proportion. in hand.

In other words, the more they sell today, the more they will earn, and the more bonuses they will receive!
Anyone can understand this simple account!

Between power and money, supply and marketing cooperatives are obviously wealthy units. It is said that many commune cadres would rather give up their official positions and join the supply and marketing cooperatives to become a small salesperson!
The salesperson's salary is not ordinary!
Cai Chunhua was also busy. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, dripping water turned into ice. She was still sweating from the work. When she saw Sun Jianping squeezing into the crowd, she called the salesperson next to her to help her take care of her and led Sun Jianping into the house.

The supply and marketing cooperative was also crowded. Many people gathered around the fire, stamping their feet to warm themselves. When they saw Cai Chunhua leading a handsome young man in, their eyes widened with curiosity.

"Just use what I teach you later. Don't be afraid. Director Lang is cold-faced and warm-hearted, but he is still a good person..."

Cai Chunhua gave some instructions and Sun Jianping nodded. Then she took a deep breath, raised her fingers, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in!"

A slightly harsh male voice came from the room. Cai Chunhua opened the door with a smile on her face, "Director Lang, do you remember the kid I told you about some time ago, named Sun Jianping? He is also here today."

"Let him in!"

Director Lang is about forty years old, tall and thin, wearing a navy blue tunic suit, with a sharp face, two striking ears, thin cheeks and high cheekbones, and triangular eyes that always look straight when he looks at people. It's so hooked that it makes people feel terrified.

He picked up the big teapot, took a sip, and said in a deep voice.

"Go in!" Cai Chunhua turned around, waved to Sun Jianping, and lowered her voice, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"I know Aunt Cai."

Sun Jianping walked into the director's office with his head held high. The room was not large, but it was tidy and tidy. There was a stove in the middle. At this time, there was a raging fire inside, making the room steaming hot.

"Sit down!" Director Lang didn't even raise his butt, just glanced at him and ordered calmly.

Sun Jianping saw a wooden stool next to his desk and sat on it. He put his hands on the desk and looked at the piles of documents on it. He rubbed his chin and smiled.

This smile actually put Director Lang out of control.

"You are Xiao Cai's nephew?"

"Yeah!" Sun Jianping suddenly realized that in order to help him get to know Director Lang, Aunt Cai deliberately arranged this relative with him.

"I heard that you made maltose yourself?"

"An uncle in my hometown knows how to make it. I learned from him, so I tried to make a little bit of it myself." Sun Jianping took out a bag of maltose from his "pocket" and handed it to Director Lang. Director Lang opened the bag and took out a piece to check the quality. , broke it open and stuffed it into his mouth, nodded slightly, "It's quite sweet, has it been added with saccharin?"

"No, no, no, don't dare to add anything randomly!"

Sun Jianping waved his hands repeatedly.

"Okay, since you are Xiao Cai's nephew, you will be charged one yuan per kilogram! How many kilograms of your batch of maltose is there?" Director Lang pulled off a receipt, picked up the pen and shook it, and the pen splashed out. The water splashed on the blue wall behind him, making him frown.

"It's thirty kilograms." Sun Jianping secretly scolded Director Lang for being so shady. No matter how much we say, our maltose is the only piece of scorpion cake. If we sell it at five cents a piece, we can sell it for at least forty yuan. money!
"Then bring the goods over and sell them now. If you make maltose in the future, you have to hand it over to the supply and marketing cooperative. Don't go around the streets to do it. Let me tell you, we are strictly investigating this kind of thing now! Judgment if caught!”

Director Lang picked up his pen and wrote on the receipt, "Purchased thirty kilograms of home-made maltose with a check..." He tore it off, opened the drawer again, counted out thirty yuan, and handed it to Sun Jianping, "You put the maltose Just leave it on the counter."

"Well, thank you, Director Lang!" Sun Jianping took it, stood up and walked out. Director Lang just said yes and continued to write materials at his desk without even raising his head.

"This guy has a lot of airs..." Sun Jianping muttered to himself, walked out the door, handed the maltose on the counter, bought something on the way, and then turned around and left the door of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Standing outside the door, Sun Jianping shivered when the cold wind blew. He clenched his fists, patted the thirty yuan in his pocket, and his steps became brisk!

He originally thought about speculating and selling the copied maltose to the villagers, but looking at the militiamen everywhere, their eyes widened, and they stared at the people coming and going as if they were guarding against thieves. He gave up this idea and sold the maltose to a supply and marketing cooperative.

Comrade Wang Jingang was tied to the horse post in the commune compound with two hemp ropes, and he begged the militiamen for mercy with a mournful face.

Across the courtyard, Sun Jianping saw the wretched look on his face and burst into laughter!

Live it!

I'm not going to trick you, I write the character "老子孙" backwards!
He went straight to the post office next to the commune, asked for a mail bag, and put the remaining maltose and beef jerky sent by Brother Bao Tu last time into it. He didn't stop until it was full.

"Comrade, can you remit money?" Sun Jianping sealed the mail bag and asked the staff.

"can!"

Sun Jianping counted out twenty-five dollars and handed it over.

The staff member was a girl of about eighteen years old, with a round face, slender eyes, and two pigtails. When she saw Sun Jianping eating candy and beef jerky, she couldn't help but look at him twice.

Not only is this guy good-looking, he's also quite rich.

"The postage is four and a half yuan, and the remittance fee is two and a half cents!"

The little girl shook the two big sticks, put them into the money box, counted out another two cents, and said crisply.

Sun Jianping took the change and the postmarked "Domestic Package Details" she handed over. He dipped his thumb in the red ink pad and put his thumbprint on it. "Comrade, how long will it take for it to arrive?"

"You belong to XJ. I'm afraid it will be a little late, about a month!" The little girl tore off the receipt and gave it to him, and smiled, "Comrade, you are a beef jerky and money person, what do you do? of?"

"I..." Sun Jianping scratched his head in embarrassment, secretly muttering to himself that it has nothing to do with you!
In this era when everyone is "vigilant and on guard against enemies", he knows that he has to be careful about everything he says or does. If you say you are a farmer, then people will ask you where a farmer can get so much money!
Was it speculation or some other unfair means?
Sorry, come with us and get investigated!

The little girl raised her head and stared at him with a pair of slender eyes. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Sun Jianping rolled his eyes and said, "I am from the publicity team of No. 1 Heavy Industry Factory. Why don't I come here to report on the performance today..."

"It turns out he is a comrade from the propaganda team, hello, hello!" The little girl's eyes suddenly widened, and two red clouds appeared on her white face. No wonder he is so good-looking, it turns out he is from the propaganda team!
That's right, I feel that I'm not bad looking, and I've recommended myself several times, but until now I haven't been selected to join the publicity team. People... I have to have good stature, good looks, and good conversation, so he won't go. Who can join the publicity team?

The little girl was thinking wildly, but Sun Jianping had already strode out. She stood up, stood on tiptoe and looked out across the one-meter-high workbench.

Why is this man walking so fast!
Not enough!
Sun Jianping squeezed into the crowd, turned to look at the post office, and saw that the talkative little girl did not chase her out, so he wiped his sweat. It was so suspenseful!

Uncle Cao is right, these days, you have to be more careful in everything you do!

If you don't know who is behind your back, I'll stab you!

As soon as he turned around, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Sun Jianping turned around and was frightened!
　Thanks to the brothers of "Youfang Taoist Traveling Around the World" for the tip, I'm sorry I just saw it!

　　
　
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