The world's first farm

Chapter 97

Walking outside the village chief Wang Laoshi's house, he could hear voices in twos and threes inside.

"It seems that people are already here." Ye Cheng secretly thought in his heart, and unconsciously quickened his pace.

"The children of Xiaoye's family are here. This way everyone is here." The village head said with a smile, his dark forehead was wrinkled.

In addition to the village chief and himself, there are three other people in this house. Besides Wang Mao, there are two brothers named Li Gen and Li Bao.

It seems that apart from Wang Mao's family and those belonging to Murakami, the rest of the mountain land should belong to the brothers and two families.

For these three people, Ye Cheng can't say how familiar they are, but people in a village always know something.

Wang Mao is idle, lazy, but greedy.

Li Gen is a relatively wealthy person in the village. He has a tea field in his family. He has been in business for many years and is very smooth. The spring tea here can be sold a lot, and the price is relatively high, but it is notoriously stingy in the village.

Li Gen is relatively thin and weak. As for his younger brother Li Bao, who is 1.8 meters tall, he is very rich and strong. Just like his appearance, he is also relatively honest, which is the complete opposite of his elder brother.

He works in a telecommunications company. Although he is not rich, he is living a good life.

"A child from Xiaoye's family, right? I heard from the village chief that you want to lease our mountain land." Li Gen narrowed his slender eyes and said to Ye Cheng.

"Boy Yecheng, I heard that you are making a lot of money now. You even drive high-end cars. It seems that you really made a lot of money renting land and selling vegetables in the village." Wang Mao's eyes flickered, He looked at Ye Cheng brightly.

Li Bao did not speak. The village head moved a small bench to the side. As for what he said yesterday to help Ye Cheng, he didn't seem to take it to heart, or he thought it was too late or he wanted to see it. Let's see how Ye Cheng handles this matter.

"Yes, I believe the village chief has told you before, how about I rent your mountain land at the price of renting the land in the village." Ye Cheng raised his eyes and said.

The price Ye Cheng offered was very generous.

It costs 800 yuan per mu a year, and the price increases by 800% year by year to rent mountain land. Wang Mao and the others have already taken a relatively large advantage.

As soon as Ye Cheng's words fell, Wang Mao's hand slapped an old-fashioned wooden table near him with a 'bang', and said viciously: "Fuck, you think I'm a beggar, and the village says you sell vegetables. You’ve already earned millions. When we come here, it becomes a few hundred yuan to rent an acre of mountain land, you’re sick of me, aren’t you?”

"Yeah, even if you didn't earn millions, it must be quite a lot. The price you gave is too low." Li Gen raised his brows unconsciously when he saw Wang Mao, who was patting the table, He showed a smile, but he quickly covered it up, and said to Ye Cheng Ye Cheng solemnly.

Li Gen thought he was covering up well, but how could he escape Ye Cheng's eyes.

Looking at the ugly faces of the two people in front of him, Ye Cheng couldn't help showing a sneer.

Looking at Li Bao who was not looking at him, he was relieved a lot, as expected, he was as honest as he remembered.

"This price is already very fair." Ye Cheng showed a embarrassed look.

"The rental price also depends on the effect of the income." Li Gen said shrewdly.

"Yes, you don't look at how much money you earn, and I don't want too much, just 10 yuan a year. If you have any troubles, my uncle can help you." Wang Mao said at this moment He had already bared his fangs, staring at Ye Cheng greedily.

At the same time, he carried his uncle out, with the faint intention of oppressing Ye Cheng.

"Then I don't want any more. You earn so much, just give me [-] a year." Li Gen joked.

"Brother, do we want too much? How much money Yecheng can earn is his business and has nothing to do with us. Besides, what is spread casually in the village may not be true." Li Bao finally launched his own Thoughts, but the moment he uttered it, he spoke for Ye Cheng.

Li Gen's tiny eyes were wide open, and he looked at Li Bao fiercely, barely swearing.

Ye Cheng had already expected that they would open their mouths like a lion, but he didn't expect their appetite to be so big, and they really regarded him as a fat sheep.

We must know that not only are there private mountain lands there, the village lands also account for a relatively large part.

Each of them only has about five acres. According to Ye Cheng's budget, the family is worth a few thousand yuan a year, but they didn't expect that they would double it by dozens of times.

He was very angry in his heart, but he still said calmly; "Your price is too outrageous, I can't bear it."

Hearing Ye Cheng's words, Li Gen was very impatient, and secretly glanced at Wang Mao again.

Sure enough, Wang Mao couldn't stand Ye Cheng's ruthless rejection: "You turned down such a good proposal from me, do you know that my uncle is the director of the Public Security Bureau, and you have been building villas there, so there must be some A lot of money. You are not even willing to give us this drizzle, you don't take my uncle seriously."

At this time, Wang Mao was quite bossy and full of arrogance.

"Hey, this price is actually negotiable." Li Gen said again.

"Please come up with a sincere price, otherwise you will have trouble with us." Wang Mao said impatiently.

"On the basis of [-], add [-] per mu," Ye Cheng said.

"There was another 'bang'." This time the sound was obviously much louder than before, and the tea in the teacup on the table splashed out and spilled all over the floor.

"Add two hundred, isn't it one thousand, then I will be several thousand dollars a year, you send the beggar." Wang Mao was furious, Ye Cheng was the fat that was in his mouth, how could he want to do this little money.

What's more, he was still bragging in front of his uncle that he wanted to blackmail Ye Cheng severely, so he can honor him by then.

If he had money to give to his uncle, then their previous relationship would be deeper, and his arrogant capital in Murakami would also become much larger.

"Ahem, if you have something to say, please say it. Don't just slap the table." The voice of the village chief came over, with a chuckle.

(End of this chapter)