The spring rain is like cow's hair, flying all over the wilderness, and several mud houses are scattered among the green mountains and smoke and rain, like an ink landscape painting.

Zhang Renquan, who was sitting in one of the mud houses, did not have the slightest leisure to enjoy the scenery, and was carefully wording his words, wanting to get a piece of the pie from Li Jiaming's winter bamboo shoot acquisition business. Li Jiaming, who was sitting opposite, was also tested by him, this guy heard some words from Ba Yan at most, and he didn't know how much interest there was. If he is the director of a police station and does not come to test it when he hears the news of making money, then the director will be in vain.

"Are you done?"

After Zhang Renquan finished speaking, Li Jiaming, who was still smiling just now, suddenly became gloomy, leaned back in the chair, distanced himself from him, and said disappointedly: "Zhang Renquan, I helped you before, although I thanked you for giving me convenience in the police station, but I didn't mean to make you a friend." Okay, since you want to know, I'll tell you.

Last year, the retail price of winter bamboo shoots in Tonggu was eight yuan, and the purchase price we paid was five to three yuan five, and the retail price in Yangcheng rose to seven yuan four because of the poor harvest of winter bamboo shoots in Guangdong Province, and the wholesale price was six yuan two. I bought two cars with a total of 27,000 catties, cut out the expenses and the like, and earned a little more than 30,000 yuan, and divided more than 20,000 yuan to my brother, and I earned about 10,000 yuan.

Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

This lie is well made up, it is reasonable, Li Jiaming has a very strong relationship with Dong Hao, a native of Yangcheng, and it is normal to use the price difference between the two sides to make money. The money is a little bigger, but no one is sure what the market in Guangdong Province will be next year. And although these words did not contain a scolding word, they revealed disdain for Zhang Renquan's character in and out of the words, as if he was slapped in the face.

Zhang Ren can climb to the position of director, and he can be regarded as a person with excellent psychological quality, but against a demon like Li Jiaming, no matter how good his psychological quality is.

As long as you don't tear your face, don't point at your nose, and scold you for not being righteous and unparticular about being a person? How did Lao Tzu help you in the beginning, but now when you see people making money, you are red-eyed and want a piece of the pie?

"Jiaming, I don't mean anything else. ”

Li Jiaming smiled disdainfully, and mocked: "Of course I don't mean anything else, I don't have to bother to know, it must be that Ba Yan earned a thousand yuan from my brother and honored your father-in-law and mother-in-law." The old man likes a conscientious man, and he has a lot of mouths, so you hear the wind and want to come to me to do business together. 'Those who see have a share', Gaoqiao also produces winter bamboo shoots, although the amount is a little less than Chongxiang, there are also 10,000 catties a year. ”

There are few thin-skinned people who can be officials, and it is too common to be red-faced for the sake of profit, but no matter how thick-skinned you are, you don't like to slap your face in vain.

Since Li Jiaming has said this, even if Zhang Renquan feels humiliated, it is impossible not to save face, so he simply gets straight to the point: "Jiaming, let's be honest, I want to partner with you, but I definitely don't mean to force it." We are relatives and friends, and you have helped me a lot, so I can't fall out with you for some money.

Since you have talked about this, I admit it. I didn't say what I said just now, you guys went to Gaoqiao to harvest winter bamboo shoots, I will definitely not be embarrassed!"

This is an admission of defeat, there is absolutely no threat, although the police station belongs to the public security system, but if the director and the township chief do not get along, life will not be much better. Li Jiaming's cousin and grandfather are the head of Gaoqiao, Zhang Renquan's words are indeed recognized, but he is still aggressive: "You threaten me?"

You can't be too many, Zhang Renquan, who already felt that he had lost face, finally couldn't help it, picked up the teacup next to him and slammed it, and said with a dark face: "Jiaming, don't be too much! I admit that you will have a future in the future, and there will be Director Liu and Township Chief You behind, so what? I can't afford to provoke you, and I can't hide from you?"

Okay, as long as you take it, Li Jiaming held down the hand that was paused by Zhang Renquan, and suddenly said with a bright smile: "Brother Quan, don't be angry, I hate others bullying people the most, as long as you don't want to bully others, just now I will fart." ”

"You"

'Hehe', Li Jiaming laughed twice, picked up the Jinjiang wine bottle on the table, poured a glass of wine for the angry Zhang Renquan, touched it with his own teacup, and shouted out of the door, "Heya, come in." ”

In less than half a minute, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Heya, who was already a lot thicker, stood at the small square table in a restrained manner, and Li Jiaming said half-truthfully: "Brother Quan, when I was in elementary school before, Mao Ling and Sue Ling followed me the most closely and played the best. However, they are two stupid ones, shouting that they don't read with me, and they are willing to mix with society. It's okay, you can mix it up if you want, anyway, they're not reading material.

Mao Yan couldn't even get into junior high school, so he helped make some money in our store and mixed outside, and he didn't know where he heard that the price of winter bamboo shoots in Yangcheng was high this year, so he came back to me and said that he wanted to do this business. If it weren't for Mao Ling's lack of money, I wouldn't have touched it, but since the capital is mine, and the transportation and sales channels are also my contact, I will take the lion's share. This is not a question of righteousness, but a matter of rules.

I have inquired, and the large-scale flowering of moso bamboo in Guangdong Province should be able to do this business in two or three years. Mao Yan and Big Dog made money last year, and my brother-in-law helped Zhang Luo in Guangdong Province, so let them do it themselves. Anyway, I'm not interested, and it's not that I don't have any money in the house, so I can't worry about this 10,000 dollars. ”

Li Jiaming said that the truth and falsehood sounded frank enough, and Zhang Renquan, who did not lack social experience, was skeptical, but Zhang Renquan next to him explained in a low voice: "Brother Renquan, Brother Jiaming didn't lie to you." I also went to collect bamboo shoots, I collected it in Luofang for a piece of five pounds, and sold it to Brother Jialong for two dollars a catty. Later, I made up five dimes for each catty, and I earned one dollar and one catty, and I earned nine hundred and eighty-four yuan in ten days. ”

Damn, what kind of business is this, it's clearly poverty alleviation! The purchase price of two yuan, the selling price of six yuan and two, and the gross profit of three times only made a little more than 30,000 yuan in total, and in the end, it was only a little more than 10,000 yuan. That's right, that's right, the documents issued by the county show that his factory paid 430,000 yuan in taxes last year, and all he has in his house is money, so how can he still look at this kind of business.

Zhang Renquan, who didn't know the inside story and was not thin-skinned, blushed, picked up the cup of bad wine that Li Jiaming had poured just now, poured it all down his throat, and sneered: "Jiaming, my brother is wrong, you are benevolent and righteous enough!"

Of course it's wrong, but I don't know how profitable the winter bamboo shoot business will be in the future, and what kind of mood will you feel?

"Brother Quan, don't laugh at me, I'm just talking about the rules. Mao Yan's idea, the money I contributed and the efforts of his gang of people, the money earned was divided into three parts, which was roughly equal. ”

Zhang Renquan is not Mao Yan, he is familiar with the heads of the township police stations, if there are those public security officers, don't say it's a gangster on the street, even those serious vegetable sellers don't want to accept it. This year is the 'year' of winter bamboo shoots, which township does not want to produce 10,000 handfuls of 20,000 catties of winter bamboo shoots? Li Jiaming sighed a few words, turned the topic back to it, and said very sincerely: "Brother Quan, if you want to partner with Mao Ling, they are two Mao Lingzi, and I can make decisions for them." Anyway, you have a lot of friends and a wide range of roads, as long as the price in Yangcheng is good, you can make money, with the purchase price they give and them, how much can you receive and how much they want, what do you think?"

Zhang Renquan was stunned for a while, and after he was stunned, his heart was pounding.

If the winter bamboo shoots in Gaoqiao are monopolized by themselves next year, it will be the net income of 10,000 yuan! There are also various towns and towns, if colleagues know that the winter bamboo shoots are so profitable, they will not pounce on the cup?

Even if you take a percentage of it, you will make a fortune!

Unexpectedly, Li Jiaming was shaking his head again, and made plans for him: "This is not good, you are a public security officer, you can't go to set up a stall to collect bamboo shoots, right? Besides, this is not a long-term business, and it can't be done."

Well, so be it, it's still Mao Yan and they will collect it, you just need to make sure that no one messes with them. A pound of winter bamboo shoots, I asked Mao Ling to give you a commission of five cents, how you and your friends divide it, then they don't care. ”

What is power? Power is the right to dominate a certain resource, as long as the commission of five cents is in the hands of Zhang Renquan, he can not only make a lot of money, but also win over his colleagues, paving the way for his future progress!

Zhang Renquan, who was about to become a father, completely made Li Jiaming calculate, and said ecstatically: "Jiaming, what you didn't say, you are my own brother! Don't say that if someone dares to make trouble, even if someone dares to fight with us, I will kill him!"

This is really unpleasant, not like the tone of the public security but like a gangster, but this is what Li Jiaming wants!

Zhang Renquan was happy, and Li Jiaming, who played with him in the palm of his hand, was happy.

Li Jiaming really didn't lie to him, the price of winter bamboo shoots in Yangcheng last year was really the wholesale price of six yuan four, but the price of selling to large wholesalers was only four yuan eight. It was Li Jiaming's phone call, and Dong Hao's girlfriend Jiang Tingting helped to find out, and it was the price when the New Year was approaching. In these years, communication is inconvenient, transportation is inconvenient, and there are few powerful people among the bamboo shoot dealers, everyone is doing acquaintance business, and they are fixed to sell in one place, so Li Jiaming has the opportunity to do it. If this guy is not greedy enough and wants to get rid of Mao Yan and find others to cooperate, he will really ship a lot of money over there, and he will ensure that he will make some hard-earned money, and he will have to go smoothly, otherwise he will not dare to guarantee that he will make or lose.

Even if this guy knows what's going on in the future, what can he do? The business field is originally a deception, and he can mix in the position of director, will he still not understand these truths? The most important thing is that wealth is moving, as long as Zhang Renquan wants to make a fortune, follow his baton and act as a protective umbrella for Mao Ling!

Under the stimulus of heavy profits, no matter what kind of way those people secretly buy winter bamboo shoots come from, can they still work with a bunch of professional gangsters in uniform? Don't look at the fact that a pound of winter bamboo shoots only has a commission of five dimes, and hundreds of thousands of catties in the county are more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan, and there is Zhang Renquan, an insider, who is distributing it, which is enough for those criminal police and public security police in the Public Security Bureau to use for their own use!

Okay, this year's winter bamboo shoots in Tonggu belong to the eldest brother-in-law and Mao Yan, and it is not in vain that they spend so much saliva.

Playing with a deputy section-level director in the palm of his hand, Li Jiaming still had the leisure to warn Zhang Renhe next to him.

"Heyou, don't you learn these things from me, read your books carefully, that's the right thing, you know?"

"Hmm"

Zhang Renhe, who was born poor and was despised by others, promised that these things were indeed not something he could learn, and for their brothers and sisters, the most important thing was to study seriously and go to university!