The top of my house is connected to the sky of another world

Chapter 57 Thief
Baiming Mountain was less than half a day away, and countless surprises happened to Yang Fan, a "farmer" who used to live in the mountain village and made a living by farming.

Yang Fan came again, with a solution to counterfeit and shoddy cottages. The keen-eyed Bai Mingshan, when Yang Fan expressed his thoughts, he knew that this method was absolutely feasible.

Upgrading, this is the first point that he did not expect; a new mosquito coil was produced in a short period of time, which was the second point that he did not think of; the launch of new packaging, and a time war with counterfeit dealers, was the third point that he did not think of point……

The excited Bai Mingshan felt infinitely proud of his decision to cooperate with Yang Fan. He felt that this was the most correct decision he could have made in his life.

One month is the prime time to launch new products and have anti-counterfeiting means. People who want to copycats have not much time. When they come out with new mosquito coils, I am afraid that there is not much time in a month; although the problem of copycats cannot be solved [-]% , but at least it can guarantee the maximum degree of consumer recognition and the best-selling of new products in the market.

"Brother Yang, don't say anything, I agree, let's continue to cooperate next year, and our company can even give up [-]% of the shares." The excited Bai Mingshan did not lose his mind. After a year, it will be the golden sales month of mosquito coils next year. Countless manufacturers have seen the popularity and huge profits of Yang family mosquito coils. People who want to cooperate with Yang Fan will inevitably flock to them. In order to get the contract, these people will inevitably offer a lot of discounts. Conditions, trying to grab a contract with Yang Fan.

Since this is the case, Bai Mingshan thought about using the current conditions to get ahead first. It is no problem to earn less money. The important thing is to continue to cooperate with Yang Fan.In fact, with a 40.00% less share, Bai Mingshan has made a lot of money. This year, things started in a hurry, and there was only two months of prime time. Next year, it will be four months; after this year's foreshadowing and various publicity , next year's sales, he conservatively estimated that it is possible to increase dozens of times; now that there are funds, large-scale publicity and marketing can be carried out, and the market is so large in the whole country. With unique competitiveness, he now owns [-]% of the shares. It seems that the shares have been reduced by [-]%, but next year, the money he earns will increase several times, more than dozens of times. Such a simple and clear account, Bai Mingshan The calculation is very clear.

Bai Mingshan's foresight gave Yang Fan no reason to refuse. However, he still gave Bai Mingshan an ambiguous answer. There is still one year until next year. There will be too many variables in this year, and no one knows what will happen next year. Sample. "Boss Bai, it's easy to discuss about making money, but I can't give you a definite answer right now."

Yang Fan is not a kid, and Bai Mingshan didn't want to become a fat man in one bite, so he said with a smile: "Okay, then we can talk when we have time."

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After running for a day, Yang Fan was tired and came back in a hurry. After five o'clock, Yang Fan went back to his room and took a nap.

Woke up when it was dark, and went to the vegetable field habitually, there was no one, only unknown birds were singing in the empty mountain forest.

It was already off work on the construction site, and dozens of dogs had been barking all day, but they all stopped at this time.

Sitting on the bluestone by the pond and stretching, just turning around to go home, Yang Guoqing walked over with his hands behind his back.

"Don't listen to your mother nagging in your ears every day, and making insincere things. Everything depends on fate. Don't put too much pressure on you. Let nature take its course. As the old saying goes, when the boat arrives at the bridge, it will be straight , be kind to people, be kind to others, and others are not fools, you can feel it.” Yang Guoqing spoke slowly, no longer the majestic and commanding tone of a father when he was a child, nor the kind of hatred that Yang Fan returned to the countryside without accomplishing anything. To some extent, Yang Guoqing told his son about the grief and indignation that iron cannot be made into steel, and Yang Guoqing said it to himself, and he is also reflecting on it; it is not that his son is successful now, so that he can erase the blind opposition of my father.

"Dad, I know."

"In the factory in the town, you did a good job. When I went to the town, all the acquaintances I met were talking about this. They are all hard-working people. I have also been a farmer all my life. It is within our ability to deal with these workers. As good as possible."

Yang Fan glanced at his increasingly old father, finally understood something in his heart, and nodded silently.

There were more and more sunny days in September, and it hadn't rained for a long time. Early the next morning, after breakfast, Yang Fan took skewers and Wei Zijin and the three went to the gazebo that had been built on the top of the mountain.

The four stone benches and one stone table are all local hard bluestone, smooth as jade after being polished.

The little girl was the most restless, and after staying on the stone bench for not long, she ran to catch Cicada.Wei Zijin was worried, and followed behind to watch. Being an uncle is too lazy, and he might as well be as caring as an outsider like him.

Yang Fan, who was drinking water, crossed his legs and looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance.Now he is more and more like a hands-off shopkeeper. If he wants to do something, he can just tell him, and he doesn't need to do it himself.The raw materials of the new mosquito-repellent incense are not so complicated. My sister Yang Li understood after Yang Fan explained it.It is packaged and sold on the market, and Baimingshan is already ready to go, so there is no need for Yang Fan to waste time asking.

The two came back, holding a yellow cicada shell in Chuan Chuan's hands, which seemed to make the little girl happy.

When Yang Fan was her age, he could catch as much as he wanted. He caught and let go, let go and caught again, all over the mountains and plains, with a bunch of little dolls, and he never stopped for a whole summer.

"Uncle, you are bad, you stole my snacks." I just took the cicada shell and was happy for a while, and then began to accuse my uncle of being a "thief."

"Ah?" Yang Fan turned around and looked at the little girl suspiciously. "No, what's the matter?"

There was only one or two pieces left on the ground in a big bag of potato chips, and he ran over with his lips pouting, and acted like a spoiled child to Wei Zijin: "Sister, uncle ate my snacks."

"Okay, I'll hit him." Wei Zijin walked over and hammered Yang Fan's shoulder two or three times.

Yang Fan had a wry smile on his face, he had been sitting here drinking water, and didn't take the bag of potato chips; but the fact is that the potato chips were indeed lost, only a few pieces left on the ground.

Yang Fan scratched his head and looked around, but he couldn't find the murderer; Yang Fan, who only read half of the Sherlock Holmes collection and couldn't read it, obviously couldn't find the murderer through reasoning.

clack.

A piece of potato chips fell from the air to the ground. The three of them looked up and couldn't help laughing. Finally, they found the murderer, a small monkey, holding the bag of potato chips in its two paws, stuffing it into its mouth continuously, squeaking. He looked at the three of them screaming, and his eyes rolled around, as if to say, bold and evil, what do you look at, give me a stick from my old grandson.

(End of this chapter)