In the golden autumn of October, the autumn breeze is cool, and it is time for the pineapple to ripen.

Yang Yang accompanied Che Cunzi, Che Minghao, and Che Shuhui through the pineapple plantation that could not be seen at a glance.

Behind the four of them were the village cadres of Chejia Village, headed by the village head, Che Quanhu, and the pineapple growers of Chejia Village, and there were about twelve or thirteen of these people.

Yang Yang and the three members of the Che family were all smiling, talking and laughing in a low voice while watching the ripe pineapples, while the group behind them had solemn faces, and did not show a trace of joy due to the bumper harvest of pineapples.

Since this summer, the price of pineapples has continued to fall, causing serious losses to the villagers of Chejia Village, whose main business is pineapple cultivation.

The pineapples produced in Chejia Village are mainly divided into commercial fruits and defective fruits. A single fruit with a weight of more than 1.6 kg is a commercial fruit, and a fruit with a weight of less than 1.6 kg is a defective fruit. At present, except for the price of commercial fruits at 4 to 5 cents per catty, other fruits are 1 to 2 cents per catty, or even a few cents. In order to reduce losses, some villagers simply let the fruit rot in the ground, otherwise they would lose even more on the freight.

Just when the villagers of Chejia Village were almost in despair, Che Cunzi, a wealthy Hong Kong businessman, intended to invest in fruit tree planting in Huashan Town, which brought a glimmer of hope to the villagers of Chejia Village who were in distress to see a way out.

In fact, Che Cunzi's ancestral home is also from Chejia Village, and his investment in the pineapple planting industry in Chejia Village also has the meaning of serving the township.

Che Cunzi suddenly stopped and looked at several large trucks parked at the entrance of the pineapple plantation.

The ground next to the big trucks was full of pineapples, forming a hill of more than 10 pineapples, and more than 20 villagers from Chejia Village were loading the pineapples all over the ground onto the trucks.

Che Quanhu walked a few steps, came to Che Cunzi, and said with a sad face: "Uncle Che, from the summer to now, I have lost more than 100,000 yuan. I myself planted nearly 400 acres of pineapples this year, and the other people in the village have planted about 10,000 acres of pineapples. We have been growing pineapples in our village for more than ten years, and we rarely encounter such low prices, so I really never thought that the price of commercial fruits would fall to 4 to 5 cents per catty, and the inferior fruits are even worse, only a few cents a catty. If this situation continues, conservative estimates will make the economic loss of our whole village close to tens of millions of yuan!"

Because Che Cunzi has recognized his ancestors in Chejia Village, and is the father and father of Che Quanhu according to his generation, Che Quanhu calls Che Cunzi Uncle Che.

Che Quanhu pointed to the more than a dozen large trucks, "Those pineapples are all defective fruits, which can only be sold for 8 cents a catty, and they are bought by merchants from Guangdong, who buy these defective fruits for juice extraction." In previous years, even such a defective fruit cost 7 or 8 cents a catty, but now the price is ......", sighed, and couldn't go on.

Che Shuhui seems to be a big grin, similar to a boy's character, but in fact, she is a kind and sympathetic girl, she originally had a good impression of Che Quanhu, who is a martial arts master, and now seeing such a big man who has been sold like this by the harvest of pineapples, sympathy flared up again, looked at Che Cunzi and said: "Dad, or we will buy all these pineapples, anyway, with our economic strength, it is not a big deal to buy all the pineapples in Chejia Village." ”

Che Quanhu's eyes suddenly flashed with a glint of hope, and his eyes stared at Che Cunzi's face.

Che Cunzi smiled faintly, did not answer Che Shuhui's question, but turned his gaze to Yang Yang, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang, I don't know if you have any high opinions about the sales of this pineapple?"

Yang Yang sighed slightly, "Mr. Che, speaking of which, I am a layman in economic work, and I don't know anything about sales. However, as the fourth person in Huashan Town, I can't turn a blind eye to the difficulties faced by Chejia Village, so let's do it, Mr. Che, can you let me think about it for two or three days, and then see if I can think of any good solutions. ”

"Mr. Yang is too modest, your last suggestion on the tourism development of Feixian Cave was very good and insightful. It was your suggestion that allowed me to implement the investment plan of Feixian Cave, and I believe that this time you can also come up with a good way to make me make up my mind to invest in the planting industry of Chejia Village!", Che Cunzi smiled heartily, and his words were full of trust and appreciation for Yang Yang.

Yang Yang slandered in his heart: Che Cunzi, an old thing, knows how to use me! If you don't want to make a name for yourself and make a little achievement, see if I ignore you! If you want to talk about money, I am also a rich man who has earned 10 million yuan by his own ability, and besides, my father is the richest man in Yuliu City with a net worth of more than one billion, and if others want to slap you, I can't help you!

At half past ten in the evening, in Yang Yang's room, Yang Yang was looking up information about pineapples on the computer.

Now Yang Yang has bought a computer and connected a network cable in the room, for the Internet, it was not too popular in Huashan Town in 2000, but there are still many high-end people in Huashan Town who have installed network cables.

By the time Yang Yang finished checking the information, it was already more than twelve o'clock.

Yang Yang lay on the bed, and his brain began to revolve rapidly around the sale of pineapples.

Three days later, Beilin County, in Che Cunzi's office.

Che Cunzi's bewitching and pretty-looking female secretary Hu Mei handed a cup of fragrant Blue Mountain coffee to Yang Yang and Che Cunzi respectively, walked out with light steps, and gently closed the office door.

Che Cunzi took two sips of coffee, signaled Yang Yang not to be polite to him, and asked Yang Yang to drink coffee too.

Yang Yang took two sips of coffee and nodded with satisfaction: This Blue Mountain coffee really lives up to its reputation, it is indeed fragrant and evocative!

Che Cunzi picked up a document on the table, which was the plan written by Yang Yang about the sale of pineapples in Chejia Village.

Che Cunzi just browsed casually at first, and as time went by, his expression became serious, from a cursory glance at the beginning to a careful reading almost word by word.

The content of Yang Yang's plan seems to be a lot, because this document is as thick as a book, and Che Cunzi has read it very carefully and seriously, so when Che Cunzi finished reading this plan, more than two hours had passed.

Che Cunzi put the plan on the table, looked at Yang Yang for a long time, and then said in admiration: "Your plan book is very good! Deputy Mayor Yang, what a cultural stage, economic singing! What a jackfruit love!"