Rural Dad

"Hello, sir. I am Wang Bing, a reporter from Tongzhou TV. May I interview you?"

Wang Bing ran to Zhao Han. Her pretty face was flushed and she was out of breath because of the intense exercise.

Looking at Wang Bing with flushed cheeks, rapid breathing and excited face, Zhao Han suspected that she was in heat.

Why else would she be in such a state?

"Sure." Zhao Han nodded.

Wang Bing asked excitedly: "May I ask why your cherries have caused such a sensation?"

"Actually, there is nothing special about it. It's just that my cherries can beautify the skin, strengthen the body and improve IQ." Zhao Han said calmly.

Wang Bing's mouth twitched. This is nothing special? You are simply a fairy fruit.

You are really better at bragging than the ladies in the club.

Wang Bing naturally questioned: "Do the cherries you sell really have these magical effects?"

"You shouldn't ask me this. You should ask those customers who buy cherries. If there is no effect, why are they so crazy?" Zhao Han chuckled.

Wang Bing thought it made sense, but she still retorted: "Is there any relevant scientific basis?"

"Next, I will send samples of Taoyuan cherries to the laboratory for relevant testing and research. You can come and interview me again at that time." Zhao Han said.

This is what must be done. Without relevant scientific basis, he is suspected of false propaganda.

And with experimental proof and relevant test reports, the fruit of Taoyuan Village will be more famous.

Wang Bing wanted to ask something else, but Zhao Han interrupted her: "Okay, I still have to save money."

After that, he ignored Wang Bing, turned around and picked up two fruit baskets full of banknotes and got on the motorcycle.

Then he turned the throttle and sped away.

"Two baskets of fruit when I came, two baskets of money when I left, so arrogant!" The photographer looked at the motorcycle going away, his eyes full of envy.

It's too easy to make money.

Wang Bing also nodded, muttering to herself, "And it only took a few minutes. He made money faster than a money printing machine. It was like a joke."

But then she became excited again, and said with excitement on her face, "This is definitely a big news worth following up for a long time. I have been sitting on the bench for so long, and finally I am going to stand up!"

"Sister Bingbing, you are too happy too early. After the station knows that this is important news, will it be your turn next time?" The photographer poured a basin of cold water.

Wang Bing was immediately chilled to the bone, and sighed like a bereaved mother: "You are right, what should I do."

She was able to come to interview this news because she was not valued in the station, and this news was not valued either. No one was willing to come, so it was thrown to her.

But once the true value of this news is discovered, will it be her turn for such a good thing?

"There is only one way, that is, let Zhao Han appoint you to interview." The photographer said calmly.

Wang Bing's eyes lit up immediately. Yes, she had read the information given to her by the station before she came. Zhao Han was the village chief of Taoyuan Village and the boss of Taoyuan Fruit Industry.

If he designated her as the interview reporter, the station would have to listen to him for the sake of the news.

But then she sighed again: "But I don't know him well, why should he designate me?"

"That depends on you." The photographer showed a meaningful smile and looked at her carefully.

Wang Bing is 25 years old this year. She has a slightly round and fair face and a typical childlike face, but she is very tall. She is 1.7 meters tall naked, with long legs and hips. She wears a mature white suit with a white one-step skirt and black stockings.

The mature style and delicate childlike face look very tempting when put together.

Her only shortcoming is probably her flat chest.

Wang Bing understood what the photographer meant and refused without hesitation: "I will never do such a thing!"

If she was willing to sacrifice her body, she would not have sat on the bench for so long with her appearance and figure.

"What are you thinking about? Isn't he looking for a testing agency? Why don't you help him contact one? After all, there is definitely no such agency in Taiping County, only Tongzhou City. Wouldn't that establish a relationship?"

Wang Bing suddenly realized: "Yes, why didn't I think of it, Fatty, you are really good!"

And she can really help Zhao Han contact the testing agency, because she just happens to have connections in this area.

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On the other side, Zhao Han came to the bank.

After parking the car, he walked in with two baskets of red banknotes.

Instantly became the most handsome guy in the bank.

"Fuck! Too arrogant, just use a fruit basket to put money, don't tell me he is a fruit seller."

"Brother, he really is a fruit seller, and there is a share of my contribution in the two baskets of cash."

"He really is a fruit seller"? Damn, he looks so arrogant, I thought he was a mine owner."

"His fruit is more valuable than the mine, a cherry is 100 yuan, and there are other fruits that are not on the market yet."

"Fuck! Could it be Taoyuan cherries?"

The bank was immediately full of discussions, and countless people looked at Zhao Han with shocked, envious, and jealous eyes.

"Hello, sir, are you here to handle the deposit business?" The branch manager, who heard that the God of Wealth had arrived, walked out of the office quickly and greeted him with a smile.

Taoyuan cherries are popular in Taiping County, so he naturally couldn't have not heard of them, so Zhao Han is a potential big deposit customer, and he must be licked to the point.

Zhao Han nodded: "All deposited."

"Excuse me, is it a fixed deposit or a demand deposit? Our bank deposits a fixed deposit..." The manager wanted to recommend a fixed deposit.

But Zhao Han interrupted directly: "Demand deposit."

"Okay, sir, please come this way, go to the lounge for a cup of tea first. "The manager was quick to follow suit. After all, whatever the God of Wealth said was what it was.

Zhao Han followed the manager into the lounge for tea.

The bank staff opened a new account for him as quickly as possible and deposited the money into it.

Today, a total of 110,000 yuan was sold.

"Mr. Zhao, this is your card." The bank manager smiled and handed the bank card to Zhao Han with both hands.

Zhao Han took it and said, "Sorry for the trouble."

He had been to the bank many times, but this time was the best experience. It turned out that money is the father of the bank.

Without money... then it's the other way around.

"No trouble, no trouble. I hope Mr. Zhao will cooperate with our branch for a long time in the future. By the way, this is a small gift from my branch to you." The bank manager handed over another exquisite gift box.

Zhao Han laughed and asked knowingly, "Shouldn't a deposit of 100,000 yuan be given firewood, rice, oil and salt?"

"Mr. Zhao is joking. Of course, you can't generalize with others. "The bank manager flattered.

Other people can only deposit 100,000, but you have 100,000 today, and you may have 1 million or 10 million in the future!

"Thank you, I'm leaving now." Zhao Han stood up.

The manager quickly opened the door for him: "I'll see you off."

He followed Zhao Han out of the bank door: "Mr. Zhao, take care, and come back again."

It must be said that the manager's attitude made Zhao Han feel very comfortable, so he achieved his goal.

Zhao Han decided to come to this bank exclusively in the future.