Rebirth of the World’s Richest Man

  Chapter 9 is done

  When Jiang Xiaobai woke up from his sleep, the voice of passers-by came in his ears, and it was passers-by talking about why the three of them were sleeping here.

  Opening my eyes, the day is almost bright, and I feel itchy on my body, only to realize that mosquitoes have bitten countless large bags all over my body.

   Woke up Wang Xiaojun and Liu Aiguo quickly, took out a crumpled food stamp from his arms and handed it to Wang Xiaojun.

  "Go and buy some steamed buns." This food coupon was a national food coupon that Jiang Xiaobai's father had exchanged for him before he jumped in the line. Jiang Xiaobai was never willing to use it.

   "Okay, Brother Xiaobai." Wang Xiaojun took the food stamp, sat up from the hardwood board, moved his neck, took the food stamp and went to the food station to exchange buns.

   Jiang Xiaobai and Liu Aiguo restored the board to its original shape, and then asked people passing by to find out where the address of Song Weiguo was.

  Wait when Wang Xiaojun bought the steamed buns, one of the three ate two steamed buns with white noodles. It was like Zhubajie eating ginseng fruit, and there was no taste at all.

The remaining two steamed buns were held in paper bags. Jiang Xiaobai was reluctant to eat them. The three of them walked towards Song Weiguo. Song Weiguo lives in the county seat, not very far from the supply and marketing cooperatives, only about ten minutes away. almost there.

  The three people sat down against the wall at the entrance of the hutong, waiting for Song Weiguo to come out of work. People passing by in the morning would look at the three of them suspiciously, and even the warmhearted people wanted to give them some food.

  Before 8 o'clock in the morning, the sun was already very high, and Song Weiguo finally got out of the alley on his bicycle. Jiang Xiaobai and the three rushed to them, and suddenly three big living men came out, which shocked Song Weiguo.

  After seeing the incoming person clearly, Song Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief, got off the bicycle, and asked impatiently.

   "How did you find this? Didn't I tell you yesterday. Our factory can't buy it for you. If it needs to go to the supply and marketing cooperative, how can it be so awkward? It's useless even if you pester me."

   "Did Chief Song have breakfast? You taste the hot steamed buns, which you just bought from the food station." After Wang Xiaojun's experience yesterday, his head finally turned around, and his sharp lips finally came in handy.

   "Come to Chief Song, I will push the car for you, and you will eat steamed buns." Liu Aiguo also took the bicycle from Song Weiguo neatly.

"I'm telling you don't fix this set. You are talking about breaking the sky. Our factory can't produce canned bottles for you." Song Weiguo said with a wry smile, saying that he would not pick up the steamed buns that Wang Xiaojun had handed over. He didn't want to help. There is no way to help.

   "We didn't come to let the factory produce canned bottles for me." Jiang Xiaobai said.

   "It's not that the factory can produce canned bottles for you, what are you guys?" Song Weiguo asked with some confusion as he listened to Jiang Xiaobai's words.

   "That's right, I heard that our factory has a batch of waste canned bottles to be disposed of..." Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.

"Waste canned bottles..." Song Weiguo muttered, and his eyes lit up. Yes, why didn't they think of it yesterday, but thought that Jiang Xiaobai and the others needed to design new molds just like the cannery in the city, so they didn't think about it. That batch of canned bottles.

   "Where did you get the news?" Song Weiguo looked at Jiang Xiaobai curiously and asked.

  "Just leave it alone, we have our news channel, so just ask if you want to deal with it?" Jiang Xiaobai asked with a smile.

   "There is indeed such a thing, but if you don't mention it, I will almost forget it, you are going to..." Jiang Xiaobai interrupted Song Weiguo's last three words "how much" before he could say it.

   "We are going to see where the factory is going to dispose of this batch of waste? Then we will pick it up and use it again. Chief Song, you know that we are rural people..." Jiang Xiaobai began to pretend to be stupid and complain.

  "Are you coming here less? You suffer in the countryside..."

"Yes, we are suffering in the countryside. If you think that's not the case, we will take people straight away from the warehouse. It will save you the effort. We don't need to pay any money. Just take care of the meal. Of course, if you really feel sorry to go, give If we pay some wages, then we will be disrespectful..."

   Jiang Xiaobai did not finish speaking, Song Weiguo took the bicycle from Liu Aiguo and was about to leave. He had never seen such a thick-skinned person.

   "Don't, I just joked with you, we really want to buy it." Jiang Xiaobai quickly grabbed the back seat of Song Weiguo's bicycle.

   "Okay, let's talk while walking." Song Weiguo twitched. Are you kidding me? If I dare to promise you, I believe you will emptied the warehouse without saying a word.

   "Hey, I will pay 3 cents for such a bottle." Jiang Xiaobai replied.

  "It’s a dime, and I don’t ask for it at the price the factory sells to the cannery in the city."

   "For 4 cents, no one except us will buy your batch of canned bottles."

   "A dime can't be lowered. The quality of our batch of products is very good. To be honest, the stuff from the city cannery has gone wrong..."

  "5 cents, you have to understand the difficulties of our farmers."

   "8 cents, the lowest price, I will deal with it if you don’t want it..."

   "5 cents, you have to pay for the labor..."

  Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo, you came to me for a few rounds. They were sold for 5 cents a canned bottle, which was a quarter of the market price. The smile on Jiang Xiaobai’s mouth could no longer hide.

   "Okay, your mouth, let's talk, how many cans do you want?"

  Song Weiguo said helplessly, that Jiang Xiaobai had to say that he was able to promise this price. Some of it was because Jiang Xiaobai’s selling was tragic. Otherwise, with the character of the current state-owned factory, even a penny would not be smashed and would not be bought for you.

   "I want 5,000 first, and I will give you one-third of the deposit of 83 yuan, and I will give you the remaining money in three months."

  After Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, he saw that Song Weiguo was about to refuse, and quickly started the grievance mode: “Chairman Song, you also know that our rural food has not been collected yet...”

Song Weiguo hesitated. It is normal to say that it is normal to pay one-third of the deposit for buying things. The city cannery paid one-third of the deposit in advance, and now it is not at a loss to buy it to Jiang Xiaobai factory at a quarter of the price. .

  If Jiang Xiaobai represented another state-owned factory, Song Weiguo would definitely agree without hesitation, but now Jiang Xiaobai represented himself.

"Our farmers also spit on each nail. So when we sign the contract, I not only want your 5,000 canned bottles, but I also want the remaining 15,000 canned bottles. If I can’t buy them before the Chinese New Year this year, Then I will fill you up for these 5,000 canned bottles at the price of a dime."

   Jiang Xiaobai patted his chest and said awe-inspiringly.

  "Okay, you little comrade is courageous. We will sign the contract and pay the money after we go back, and you will get the goods."

  Song Weiguo took a deep look at Jiang Xiaobai and agreed.

  (End of this chapter)