Time and Space Trading Drift Bottle

Chapter 419
After coming out of the pet shop, Fan Chengfeng hailed a taxi and rushed to the cement factory. When the driver heard that he was going to the countryside, he opened his mouth and asked for 60 yuan.

"I'm going there to do business, and it won't take long to go back and forth."

Fan Chengfeng said lightly, but after the driver thought about it, he said, "What do you think of the 80 yuan?"

He didn't say much, got into the car, the driver started the engine, and said with a smile: "The main reason is that there are no customers when you go there, so most people don't want to go there."

Fan Chengfeng nodded in understanding.

"Are you going there to buy cement or visit relatives?"

It's a bit far along the road, and it's impossible to drive all the way bored, so the driver started to talk about it.

"Buy cement,"

Fan Chengfeng smiled and said.

"Family build a house,"

The driver suddenly realized, but then asked with some doubts: "There are cement sellers in Longcheng, and the quality is much better than that of the cement factory. Why are you looking far away?"

Fan Chengfeng shook his head and chuckled, but did not continue.

For small-scale housing construction, you can buy it yourself, but if you want a large-scale project, you can find a mixing station.

But it would be absolutely inconvenient for Fan Chengfeng to find a mixing plant for this project, and in addition, he might bankrupt himself.

Fan Chengfeng didn't know how big the Qingyuan Continent was, but no matter what, it was a project covering a whole continent. If one wanted to build a concrete road running through all the prefectures and counties, it would cost billions of dollars.

This is not artificial, let's talk about the concrete itself.

"I just came back from outside, Master, has any major event happened in Dragon City recently?"

Fan Chengfeng changed the topic casually.

Speaking of this matter, the driver's eyes suddenly lit up, "Ha, you are really asking the right person."

"Do you know He Chang from Dragon City?"

The driver's expression was pretending to be mysterious, and Fan Chengfeng almost felt internal injuries.

"I have a classmate named He Chang,"

The driver sneered, "I'm talking about He Chang is the big boss, you should know about the real estate under development in Nicheng Bend, right?"

"That's really a rich local tyrant,"

Fan Chengfeng said with emotion.

"Yes, the big boss, his son was beaten in the movie theater last night."

"Ha, that person really ate a bear's heart and a leopard's guts."

Fan Chengfeng chuckled lightly, but why does this sound like asking himself a boast?

The driver sneered disdainfully, "It's time to fight. Just because the family has money, they will run amok. Sooner or later, this will happen."

Fan Chengfeng felt even happier. Does this count as eliminating harm for the people?
If he caught He Xu and beat him up again, would he still get the title of a great hero?

Hehe, the more I think about it, the more outrageous it becomes.

"You don't know yet. After He Xu was beaten, He Chang seemed to have used his relationship to punish that person. In the end, guess what?"

Fan Chengfeng said with a smile: "It's nothing more than the reason for the beating. He Chang can't move at all."

The driver was surprised when he heard this.

"This is how it's done in TV dramas and novels."

The driver laughed dryly, "It's not over yet,"

"This morning, there was news of a haunted house in He Chang's house. It is said that someone saw a white shadow cruising in the He family's mansion for a long time. Finally, under the eyes of everyone, all the 10,000+ stored in the He family's safe were missing. And flew away."

Fan Chengfeng looked at the driver in disbelief, "Master, don't be joking, this is a peaceful and prosperous world, so why are there any hauntings?"

"Why am I lying to you? I heard that today all the members of the He family went to the Nanyue Temple to invite the great monk to perform the exorcism."

The driver said convincingly that it was indeed true.

"I think it's probably because this family has a ghost in their hearts, and it's just a ridiculous farce."

Finally, Fan Chengfeng made a conclusion.

The car has already left the city, and it is in the same direction as Zhu Jiachong.

When passing by the leveled land, the driver couldn't help sighing: "The one who hit He Xu last night seems to be from here."

Fan Chengfeng didn't expect the news to spread so quickly, and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

So, he hurriedly said, "Master, let's talk about what else happened."

Half an hour later, I finally arrived at the cement factory, and the taxi drove straight in.

The factory building looked dilapidated, and there was not even a security guard at the door. After entering, Fan Chengfeng had to look around for someone, and found the director of the cement factory in a two-story tiled building.

The factory manager is almost 50 years old, and he is drinking tea leisurely in the simple office in all clothes, holding an outdated newspaper in his hand.

When I saw someone coming, I didn't pay much attention.

The first word that Fan Chengfeng thought of was, when a monk strikes the clock for a day.

This guy has brought this sentence to its fullest. No wonder the cement factory in Longcheng will gradually fail.

"Uncle,"

Fan Chengfeng found a stool and sat down. The factory manager finally put down the newspaper in his hand, "How much cement do you want?"

"How much stock do you have, I want it all."

After Fan Chengfeng said this, the director's indifferent expression finally changed.

"You said, you want all the inventory in our factory?"

In recent years, the cement factory has also been delivering goods in the countryside, and they are all small-scale troubles. This is the first time I have seen such a big customer come to the door.

"Yes, how about the price, tell me."

The factory manager looked Fan Chengfeng up and down, then sat back on his seat, and said indifferently: "Young man, we still have at least fifty tons of cement in stock in our factory. Don't make fun of me, old man."

Hearing this number, Fan Chengfeng was taken aback.

"Fifty tons of cement, can such a large pool be repaired?"

Fan Chengfeng gestured casually, the factory manager thought for a while, and said, "Enough is enough."

"Well then, tell me a price, and start working with all my strength starting tomorrow. I'll ask for as much cement as you have in your factory."

Fan Chengfeng's words were not astonishing, but in order to make the factory manager believe in himself, he added another sentence, "One week is the deadline, and every time the goods are delivered, the settlement will be made on the spot, and the arrears will never be delayed."

Having said that, the factory director's expression changed on the spot.

"Cement, what should I do with you based on the calculation of [-] tons?"

This price is considered fair, so he can accept it.

"You send all the inventory in the factory to this address,"

Fan Chengfeng wrote the address of his warehouse to the factory manager, then transferred the account on the spot, asked the factory manager to write a receipt, and left.

The factory manager looked at the information of the mobile phone transfer, and was suddenly ecstatic. He saw the hope that the cement factory would recover.

(End of this chapter)