Chapter 852: Forced by the Situation
"I'll throw these ones on the ice too, and if I don't freeze to death by the time it gets dark, I'll open a shed and sell flowers tomorrow!"
At this time, you must be ruthless, and let those people outside who want to fish in troubled waters know that people here are ruthless and not easy to mess with.
It's better to play less with the idea of a trellis here.
The arrogance of those young men just now disappeared without a trace, and their bodies trembled like chaff.
If you get slapped a few times, it's okay to say, this is put on ice in pants...
Not to mention that even if you put it on the ice, you can wear pants on the ground to freeze your mouth crookedly, and they haven't practiced winter swimming.
If you freeze your little brother, you will become a eunuch in this life.
"Big brother, we were wrong, we don't dare anymore, you just go around us. "If a few young people don't want to be eunuchs, they have to be cowards.
"I'm going around you now, maybe you'll be able to pull two cars of people in a minute, and get them frozen on the ice for half an hour. ”
Although the time was shortened from dark to half an hour, these street bastards did not think that they could stand half an hour.
A bastard plopped and hugged Wan Feng's leg.
Li Yong, who was beside Wan Feng, stepped on the other party with one foot, for fear that the other party would suddenly attack.
"Big brother, we were really wrong, we promise not to come again in the future. ”
"Say, who told you to snatch Lao Tzu's flowers?"
"Nobody, we just look at the flowers in your flower shed, and want to get some money to spend. ”
"No one really called you?"
"No, we're just a few people who have nothing to do, and we don't have any money to spend. ”
It turned out to be a few stragglers, and I thought it was the idea of the underworld people to fight their own flower sheds.
"If you come back in the future, you'd better prepare crutches, break your dog's legs, and let them get out!"
Several young people crawled in a row, and the guy who picked the head was already so cold that his face was purple and blue, and he put on his clothes indiscriminately and fled.
Several young men rolled in confusion, and the people who were heathing outside retreated silently.
"Just let them go?" asked Li Yong, puzzled.
"If you don't let them go, are you going to stay and take care of the food?"
"And what if they come again?"
"We'll start selling it tomorrow, and when they come back, it's estimated that our flowers will be sold out, what's the use of kidnapping you when they come?"
"Hehe, if it's kidnapping, it's right to kidnap you, what's the use of kidnapping me. ”
It seems that we can't wait any longer, and there may be more things to wait for, and now there are still a few days before New Year's Day in '85, and it is estimated that it will be sold almost by New Year's Day.
After the flower seedlings are processed, the problem of the production line is solved, and maybe it will be too late to go home for the New Year.
On December 26, 84, the ordinary flower seedlings at this time had reached 480 yuan, and Wanfeng opened a shed to sell flowers.
The first peng, which has grown eleven or twelve leaves, is priced at 800 yuan, and the second shed has the same market price as the purchased junzi orchid.
On the day of the opening, Wan Feng transferred more than a dozen policemen through Deputy Director Liu of the Green Park Branch to help maintain order.
In order not to cause chaos and cash disposal, Wanfeng only sold 1,000 pots of flower seedlings on the first day.
Five hundred pots were sold in each of the two sheds.
When I heard the news that Sancha River opened a shed to sell flower seedlings, there was an endless stream of people from Changchun City, and Wanfeng's scalp was numb.
If these people really rioted, even a dozen policemen would not be able to maintain order.
Fortunately, nothing happened on the first day of opening, and under the maintenance of the police, everything was in order, and a thousand pots of flowers were sold in less than 1 pm.
The flowers were sold, and then the cash was disposed of, and more than 600,000 yuan of cash was packed into a hemp bag, which was a bomb if it was not sent to the bank.
Wan Feng personally took three people and three policemen to send the money to the Green Garden Agricultural Bank and deposited it.
It wasn't until the money turned into a passbook that Wan Feng was relieved.
Wan Feng searched the nearby store and bought fifteen ginseng cigarettes, which were the highest-grade cigarettes he could buy in Changchun.
These policemen have one for each person, and they don't dare to accept the money they give them, so Wan Feng can only secretly distribute a cigarette per person.
Such days continue until New Year's Day.
Wanfeng's flower seedlings have now sold 5,000, and there are close to 6,000.
On New Year's Day, Wan Feng gave all the staff of the two police stations who were responsible for maintaining order for him a pot of Junzi Orchid.
Sending money and gifts are more conspicuous, and there is nothing wrong with each person sending a pot of flowers home to watch.
The two police stations are only about 30 pots of flowers.
As for Deputy Director Liu, the pot of peacock orchid that Wan Feng bought for 800 yuan has become a scenery on the windowsill of his house.
This pot of peacock orchid is now worth as little as 3,000 yuan.
Just when Wan Feng was processing the flower seedlings, Bi Guizhi found Wan Feng and told Wan Feng that Wu Zihua wanted to see him.
Wan Feng casually gave Bi Guizhi a pot of Junzi Orchid.
Bi Guizhi was so happy that her forehead tattoos opened: "Brother, hurry up to my sister's house tomorrow, and my sister will cook something delicious for you to eat." ”
Wan Wan, who invited Wan Feng, couldn't agree, don't finish the meal she cooked, she will eat him again.
"Sister Bi, let me reveal, what is Wu Zihua looking for me?"
Bi Guizhi shook his head: "I don't know too much about this, and I can't say it." ”
"It's always okay to say it's a good thing, a bad thing, right?"
Bi Guizhi continued to shake his head.
Wan Feng took another pot of Junzi Orchid and put it in her hand: "Can you say something this time?"
"That's all I can say. ”
Since it was a good thing, Wan Feng should be ready.
Of course, it can't be empty-handed, no.
After dealing with all the business of the day, Wan Feng came to Qi Lan's house, and he was going to buy the pot of flower faces he had ordered.
But thinking that Wu Zihua didn't seem to be worth the money of a pot of flowers, he retreated and spent 2,000 to buy a monk with two or three leaves in a pot.
Then they came to the hotel where they had dinner last time as agreed with Wu Zihua.
Wu Zihua still came alone, this time it was the second time the two met, and there was no need to politely pick up the wine glass and drink it and eat it with chopsticks.
"We've already had a meeting to study it, and we decided to transfer that production line, are you ready for money?"
Originally, Wu Zihua didn't want to deal with this production line and technology in such a hurry, but recently the craze of Junzilan hit, not to mention the bank's loan reminder, he also wanted to take advantage of the current Junzilan fever to pour something.
Many factories in Changchun City have already done this, and many factories have built flower sheds and started cultivating Junzi Orchid.
Wu Zihua didn't have that patience, he was going to pour out a sum of money and go directly to the market to speculate, planning to make some New Year's money.
The Spring Festival of '85 was February 18, and there were still more than 40 days before the New Year, and he wanted to take advantage of this time to pour some bonuses or something for the workers.
Although the policy does not allow it, no one will know if you steal it as long as you don't say it.
Now the price of Junzilan is so high, it is not something that can be played with three dollars or two dollars, and it is not possible to do it without hundreds of thousands of dollars in hand. But where to get the money?
Wu Zihua and the people in the factory naturally thought of this production line.