The matter of the wagon has not yet been contacted, but Li Lu has become interested in the young farmer Liang Guangbo, which makes Zhang Weiwei very puzzled.

There are many self-employed restaurants in the square in front of the station, and the signboards are all secretive and do not dare to be open, but there are many tourists in the southeast and northwest. It's cheap enough, and you don't need a letter of introduction, and you can eat a soup powder with pork for five dimes.

Although five dimes can buy almost half a catty of pork, it is a pleasure for the poor to sit in the shade and wait for others to sweat profusely to serve it.

Li Lu ordered three meat dishes and stir-fried Chinese cabbage with garlic in one go, which made Liang Guangbo secretly speechless. He is also a person who has seen the world, he has been to the provincial capital several times and seen the life of the big city, but such a luxurious meal is still a little beyond his understanding.

Stir-fried beef with sharp peppers, fried pork belly with beans, and fried yellow croaker over a fierce fire, add up to more than a dozen yuan, and the top half a month's salary. Such guests make the boss smile and attract the attention of the surrounding diners.

After two catties of rice wine, Liang Guangbo's saliva couldn't be stopped. He can make a lot of money by sending pickles to the provincial capital, and he usually has more than 100 or 200 yuan in his hands, and he doesn't dare to squander it so much at his income level.

After drinking two taels, Li Lu realized that in terms of economic income alone, he has far surpassed everyone in this era, and he is a veritable group of people who got rich first.

Roughly calculated, Fenyuan Company can bring him at least more than 100,000 yuan a month, which is already a huge income that many people can't imagine. And for him, who has the consciousness of the future in thirty years, he is not enough!

It was only when Li Yaohua told him that the production workshop, dock repair and other infrastructure of the Red Star Tractor Factory Company could not cost 50,000 yuan, that he really felt the significance of the wealth in his hand.

Only then did he really understand why Ma Jintao, a scientist of such a big age, would not hesitate to abandon his iron rice bowl and come to the dry port to work in his frightening tractor factory for the sake of a mere 50,000 yuan a year in scientific research funds.

This is an era when it is better to sell tea and eggs than to engage in missiles.

"You go to the village to collect pickles, and no one cares?" Li Lu asked Liang Guangbo.

He wasn't trying to pass the time, but he smelled the business opportunities inside. Pickled cabbage is a type of Beiyun cuisine, that is, sauerkraut. In the tropics, crops grow fast and can grow at least three crops of vegetables a year. Mustard greens are the most planted in the inland port area, and mustard greens are the pickles originally made, which are the special side dishes that are different from pickles in other regions in the inland port area.

Due to the transportation conditions of the seventies and eighties, it took as little as a few days to eight months to transport vegetables from the south to the north. In the absence of frozen transportation conditions, it is best to use pickling to extend the shelf life of vegetables.

Therefore, all vegetables that are pickled and other means to extend the shelf life and transported to the north are called Beiyun vegetables.

If this business is done on a large scale, the profit is quite staggering, and the demand for this type of vegetable in the northern region, to be exact, north of the Yangtze River and most of the northern areas south of the Yangtze River, is staggering.

What Li Lu is concerned about at this time is what the actual survival status of a private acquirer like Liang Guangbo is.

Liang Guangbo shook his head and sighed, took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said, "It's not good, the people in the town are chasing and attacking, and we are just like the guerrillas." To tell you the truth, I have been dealt with twice by the government. ”

Zhang Weiwei couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get out for a few years after you go in?" ”

"It's better to go to jail than to be hungry." Liang Guangbo sighed and said, "The two melons and dates in the responsible field have been handed over to the public grain, and the rest is not enough for an old snack." I am old and young, and if I don't want to make money, I have to starve to death. ”

Shaking his head, Liang Guangbo said, "It's not as good as your army cadres, you don't have to worry about anything if you eat imperial food." A few years ago, I wish I had been a soldier. ”

Li Lu didn't explain, and said, "You are quite bold." ”

"Starve the faint-hearted and support the bold. If you are in my case, you are also like this, you are all forced. Liang Guangbo said.

Li Lu smiled and said, "Tell me how you used to send pickles to the provincial capital in the name of Xihe County Beiyun Vegetable Company." ”

Liang Guangbo wanted to stop talking, and watched vigilantly left and right.

Zhang Weiwei asked, "It's stuffed with money, right?" So why was he kicked out today? ”

With another sigh, Liang Guangbo said, "You said, there are so many cadres, where can they be fed, and today's cadre is too greedy." ”

Li Lu nodded slightly.

After drinking two cups, Li Lu said to Liang Guangbo, "I'll give you the wagon, on the condition that you collect 200 tons of Beiyun vegetables for me." ”

"Ahh

Liang Guangbo was stunned all of a sudden.

Li Lu patted him on the shoulder, got up and walked towards the exit of the station.

"Hey, hey, don't go, cadre, make your words clear." Liang Guangbo hurriedly stood up.

Zhang Weiwei grabbed his arm and pressed him down, and said, "What's the hurry, I'll talk to you about the specifics." ”

"This ......" Liang Guangbo sat down with a surprised face, "You, you are not a cadre of the army?" Cadres of the army don't do business, right? ”

Not necessarily.

Zhang Weiwei said, "Xiaobo, it's okay for me to call you Xiaobo, right?" ”

"Viagra, what's this?" Liang Guangbodao.

In terms of age, Zhang Weiwei is similar to Liang Guangbo, perhaps because of the big front door. Now that Zhang Weiwei is also rising, Xingbao will not smoke it, and will instead draw a piece of five. A piece of five, the money for a meal for a family.

"Let me tell you, our section chief has a good friend who runs a company, do you understand the Hong Kong-funded joint venture?" Zhang Weiwei said. There is no Li Lu among the shareholders in Fenyuan Company, and all of them have been changed to Li Jiahua. The city government only approved a Red Star Tractor Factory for Li Lu, although Fenyuan Company was also established by Li Lu through Secretary Zhou's relationship, but the representative was Yu Jiahao.

Liang Guangbo said, "Of course I understand, there are quite a few companies run by Hong Kong people in provincial capitals. ”

"To be exact, the enterprises set up by Hong Kong people and us mainlanders are the focus of the municipal government's attention, you know?" Zhang Weiwei said.

Liang Guangbo's eyes lit up, "So you can get the wagon?" ”

He didn't understand the conversation between Li Lu and Zhang Weiwei just now.

Zhang Weiwei opened his eyes and said nonsense, and said with a smile, "What is the wagon." I ask you, how many wagons do you want for 200 tons of pickles? ”

"Two or three is enough, right? No more than four, I'm sure. Liang Guangbo frowned and calculated.

Zhang Weiwei continued to flicker, "There is no problem at all with such a few wagons. You can use Fenyuan's wagons......"

Liang Guangbo slowly became serious, his expression was a little vigilant, and said, "Brother Zhang, there is no such good thing in the world." You, you just said that the cadre just now was the section chief? ”

"If it's fake, you don't need to know what unit it is." Zhang Weiwei said, "Of course, there are conditions for using Fenyuan's wagons. ”

Liang Guangbo asked, "How much does it cost?" ”

Zhang Weiwei asked rhetorically, "Can you get 200 tons of pickles a month?" ”

"A month?" Liang Guangbo was taken aback.

Two hundred tons is definitely not a small amount, using the most common Yuejin NJ131 front two and four trucks as an example, the maximum load is three tons, allowing you to overload to six tons, and it takes at least thirty-three trips to complete the transportation. If it is a liberation CA141 with a load capacity of five tons, it will still be calculated according to double the overload, and it will take at least twenty trains.

Liang Guangbo knows the concept of this quantity, and on average, he has to buy more than six tons or seven tons a day, he shook his head like a rattle, and said, "I can't get it, this time is too tight, and besides, if a family can have a few hundred catties of pickles, it can be regarded as a high yield, and it is too difficult to manage." Besides, I don't have that much money......"

Zhang Weiwei couldn't be the master anymore, he looked at Li Lu, who had already walked to the exit of the station, thought about it, and said to Liang Guangbo, "You eat first, I'll go and ask the section chief." ”

With that, he went.

Liang Guangbo didn't come back to his senses for a while - he didn't pay for the meal!