Happy New Year to you all!

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Seven cents a pound, three cents cheaper than last year.

20,000 catties of corn were sold, earning 6,000 yuan less than last year.

Six thousand dollars!

For a rural family, that's a lot of money.

The price of seven cents is a headache for Uncle Wang.

"Uncle, what's the matter, do you want me to find two people to help you carry you down?" Yang Chuan asked.

"No, I won't buy it, it's worth it for a year!" Uncle Wang shook his head and said.

The villagers began to discuss.

Yang Chuan didn't make a good start, and turned his vision to Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao has a little understanding of the market, and demand and supply affect price changes.

Under the condition that the demand remains unchanged, the supply has been too much and the price will inevitably decline.

The old man of the land is kind-hearted, so that the villagers have a good harvest this year, but after all, it is an ancient immortal, and it cannot control the operation of the market economy.

What Yang Chuan said, Zhang Hao believed.

Zhang Hao tried to fight for the villagers on the basis of the possibility of talking.

"Mr. Yang, Qimao is a little low, you can see if it can rise a little more, you earn a little less!" Zhang Hao said.

The villagers were full of anticipation and returned to Yang Chuan again.

"Director Zhang, businessmen pay attention to integrity, to tell the truth, Great Southeast Trading Co., Ltd. can't make a fortune by harvesting corn.

I thought I would come by the way to collect it, and it would be convenient for the villagers in Wanling Village!"

Yang Chuan's words raised himself to the height of helping others.

Let the villagers feel grateful to him.

"Mr. Yang is really kind, can you be a little bit higher!" Zhang Hao whispered for the villagers.

Yang Chuan thought for a while, made a preliminary estimate of the profit in his head, and said: "In this way, for the sake of Director Zhang's face, it will be increased by five points!"

Five points!

Seven cents five!

What's the difference with Qimao?

"Can't it be any higher?" Zhang Hao asked again.

"I really can't be high!" Yang Chuan said.

"Director Zhang, Mr. Yang, thank you for your kindness, I really can't sell it at this price!" Uncle Wang said.

"I'm not selling it either!"

"The boss from the field will still come to collect it, let's wait!"

The villagers all put the opportunity on the bosses in the field.

But Zhang Hao knew that the price he could give to Yang Chuan was at most only a difference between five cents and one dime.

A dime is also money, Zhang Hao is not good at persuading the villagers, it is all voluntary.

Yang Chuan's attitude is very clear, the price can't go up anymore, you can sell if you want to, and if you don't sell, forget it.

Doing business now, summed up in one word "grinding"!

The boss grinds with the customer, the customer grinds with the boss, whoever can grind to the end is the beneficiary of more benefits.

And Yang Chuan did not make a fortune by harvesting corn, to be realistic, he just didn't do the business of harvesting corn, and he didn't lose anything to Great Southeast Agricultural Trade Co., Ltd.

Therefore, it is obviously impossible for the villagers to continue grinding with Yang Chuan on price.

As a result, the corn continued to stay at home, and Yang Chuan spent some gas money to drive the empty car back.

"Since you don't sell it, I won't force it, but I think everyone knows that corn will rot after a long time, and once these months have passed, it will be even less valuable!"

The factors that Yang Chuan said are what every farmer needs to take into account.

The harvest is good, and the poultry can't be eaten enough, so they can't sell it on time, so they can only watch the corn mold or rot.

Yang Chuan's words poked many people's hearts.

In terms of time, the farmers have no capital to consume.

This was followed by the renovation of the land to grow winter crops.

"Boss Yang, is it all at this price this year?" someone suddenly asked.

"I dare to tell the villagers clearly, even if outsiders come in and collect more than eight cents!" Yang Chuan said with confidence.

"Okay, I believe you once, I'll sell them all!"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Sell it so cheaply?

The prince stepped forward and asked, "Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey, and you also sold seven cents and five cents?"

"Uncle, my brain is very sober, I have planted little, only more than four thousand catties, even if it is a loss, it is only two or three hundred fast business,

Besides, when the time comes, you have to find a car to transport it to the field, and the cost is about the same.

Now that I'm in front of my house, I've saved money, effort, and time, so why don't I sell it?" said the man.

The man's words left Uncle Wang speechless.

For the vast majority of villagers, they are not as good as Uncle Wang, a big planter.

So the account that the man just calculated did not suffer at all.

"Hey, forget it, my family only has 5,000 catties, sell it!"

"My family has 3,500 catties, and it's sold!"

The folks began to respond.

There were several helpers who followed Yang Chuan, and they were responsible for saying that Yang Chuan was settling accounts.

"Li Chaofang 5,000 catties, 3,750 yuan!"

"Hu Changhui is 4,500 catties, 3,375 yuan!"

"Chen Jianghu is three thousand two hundred catties, 2,400 yuan!"

……

Yang Chuan roared while checking out, deliberately amplifying his voice.

Let the hesitant folks present hear.

If you sell it on the spot, you can get money on the spot.

Looking at the villagers who had already bought corn and counted Grandpa Zhang, some villagers couldn't sit still.

It was simply sold.

It is much more reassuring to change to money.

"Master, my house has seven or eight thousand catties, please go and help the handle!" someone stepped forward and said to the weigher.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll come when his house is finished!"

Yang Chuan took advantage of the situation and said: "If it is more than 8,000 catties, I will add an additional 200 yuan in handling fees!"

As soon as these words came out, the villagers who were still hesitating couldn't sit still.

The enthusiasm for selling bud valley rose at once.

"him MMP, I'm sold!"

"It's sold, it's sold, it's useless to keep it!"

"Zhang Kuiwu has 8,500 catties, and he sold it!"

"Mao Kuiwu has sold 9,000 catties!"

……

One after another, Yang Chuan pried the appetite of the villagers.

"Zhang Kui is 8,500 catties, 6,375 yuan plus 200 yuan of handling fees, a total of 6,575 yuan!"

"Mao Kuiwu is nine thousand catties, 6,750 yuan plus two hundred yuan in handling fees, a total of 6,950 yuan!"

The two of them squatted next to each other with a thick stack and counted, their faces completely devoid of the look of worrying about the price in the morning.

Yang Chuan took out two large boxes of money from the truck, all in cash.

The villagers still don't understand advanced things such as WeChat, Alipay, and online banking.

Only recognize cash, a thick stack of Grandpa Mao in his hand is more pleasant than a string of numbers.

Until the evening, Yang Chuan had harvested a whole truckload of corn.

The truck carried a hundred tons of corn and pulled more than 200,000 catties of corn.

Yang Chuan received nearly 160,000 yuan in cash on the spot.

"Director Zhang, I'll trouble you today!" Yang Chuan got into the car with a smile on his face.

"It's convenient for the folks, what should be done, not to talk about trouble. Zhang Hao said modestly.

Sometimes Zhang Hao admires businessmen like Yang Chuan, who can grasp some subtle details and finally be the most profitable person.

As the truck drove out, I could feel the road shaking beneath my feet.

Uncle Wang sat down on the field next to him with a disappointed face and smoked a few puffs of cigarettes.

"Uncle, don't be too disappointed, wait a few days to see the price collected from other places!" Zhang Hao stepped forward and comforted.