Not to mention, today's meeting was an eye-opener for white hands.

The leader said that in addition to farming, the majority of members should broaden their thinking, engage in side business, and strive to be both professional households and 10,000 yuan households.

The leader also said that it is glorious to make a fortune, and at the end of each year, outstanding professional households must be publicly praised, and if they become 10,000 yuan households, they can also go to the county to hold meetings, issue awards, and wear big red flowers.

A different leader came up and spoke.

The leader said: In choosing a small shop owner today, we should pay attention to openness, fairness, and justice, and that each household should vote for the owner.

The leader also gave a detailed explanation of the specific methods for the election, which lasted seven or eight minutes.

The white hand was very serious, avoiding Lao Zhang and the old captain, sitting on the other side, listening with his ears pricked up.

At this time, the leper came over.

In public, there are few people in the village who dare to sit with white hands.

"Xiaobai, vote for me." Leper Tou 4 handed the white hand a Xin'anjiang cigarette.

He put the cigarette on his ear and said with a smile: "Fourth brother, your cigarette grade is too low." So I guess you get the lowest number of votes, at most one vote, and vote for yourself. ”

"You kid, can you say something nice?"

"Good words, that is, to make lanterns in the pit and look for (death)."

"You ......" the leper raised his hand to hit his white hand.

White-handed and laughing.

Leper Tousi hurriedly withdrew his hand, because he immediately thought that he could beat Tong Jiuyang with his white hand, and he couldn't beat his white hand anymore.

Ballots were handed out, and a ballpoint pen was given to each person.

The names of thirteen people were printed on the tickets, that is, the thirteen candidates for the title of shop owner, in order of the number of strokes of their surnames.

It was bustling and lively, and the representatives of various families began to fill in their tickets.

The white hand turned his back and ticked the back of Fang Yulan's name.

The person who collects the ticket comes down to collect the ticket and also takes back the ballpoint pen.

Hand in the ballot with white hands, but the ballpoint pen will definitely not be returned, and you can't come to the meeting in vain.

The white hand also took the sheep and snatched the ballpoint pen of the old captain, as well as the ballpoint pen of Tong Jiuchun and Tong Jiuxia.

Returning to the leper head four, he made a quick move with his white hands, and smoothed the ballpoint pen in his hand into his pocket.

The election results are in.

Chen Yunhai, the eldest son of Boss Chen, received the most votes, and more than half of them, becoming the owner of the "Baicun Store".

This result was actually expected by everyone.

Boss Chen has just been promoted and has become the accountant of the brigade, even if his Chen family is not popular, he will rush to this point, and everyone has to give him face.

Chen Yunhai also has three commitments, to pay 300 yuan to the brigade management fee every year, to donate 150 yuan to the village primary school every year, and to show three movies after the store opens, and three screenings every year in the future.

In private, Boss Chen and Chen Yunhai, father and son, also gave small gifts to many people, anyway, towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, miscellaneous small favors.

This is called strength, white hand.

Chen Cuihua won 17 votes, Tong Jiuchun got 19 votes, and Fang Yulan got 35 votes, all of which were also manifestations of strength.

Everyone else was playing soy sauce and making fun of it, and the leper got zero votes, and according to his later recollections, he only remembered to cross others and forgot to tick himself.

If you are not discouraged with your white hands, if you are not your own, you will not be your own, and you will not be able to rob it.

The only thing that I didn't accept was that God took a nap and let the Chen family open a small store, like a pearl falling into a dung pit.

Fortunately, now that I have money, banks and credit unions have deposits, I have enough confidence, and my mentality is naturally good.

If you can't think of what to do for a while, you might as well go back to your old business.

The white hand went to the county seat again.

Now when he goes to the county seat to buy all kinds of tickets, he doesn't have to walk through the streets and alleys with his white hands, because there are more people who help him.

The eldest son of the old captain, Teacher Liu Ruyin, is an old relational and has been taking the initiative to help.

Now there are more Dr. Yang Meihua, as well as three little nurses, Xiaoqing, Xiaomei and Xiaolan, as well as several patients my mother knew during her hospitalization.

Everyone picks up firewood and the flame is high, everyone takes the initiative to help buy, and the white hand only needs to pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand, and the business is easy and comfortable, and by the way, they have a lunch to eat.

In one day, he bought a ticket worth fifty yuan with his white hands, and according to the market before the farm, if he sold them all, he could earn at least thirty yuan.

Two days later, on the day of the Wenqiao Street Market, with a ticket in his hands, he arrived at the "ghost shadow turn" at half past six in the morning.

Lao Wei of Liuqing County is not there, and there is no trace of Ma Xiaolu.

And what makes the white hand dumbfounded is that the five bazaars do not come, and the market situation changes abruptly.

The most serious declines were in grain stamps, cloth stamps, cigarette stamps, coal stamps, and non-staple food stamps, all of which were more than 15 percent lower than the purchase price of the white hand.

What's going on?

In the two and a half years since I started this business from scratch, I have never lost money, and today I have to lose money.

When the market was about to disperse, he had no choice but to sell all the tickets.

The white hand was dazed, the ghost shadow was gone, and he was still sitting still.

After calculating it, not only did he not make money, but he lost twelve and a half yuan.

He sat with his white hands for more than an hour before he got up and walked listlessly towards the middle street.

Chen Liang's "Chen Ji Blacksmith Shop", there is an "Chen Ji Hardware Store" next door.

Seeing the white hand, Chen Liang said happily: "Brother hand, you really don't talk about it, Boss Wei and I just talked about you."

Blank hands hurriedly asked: "What about the old Wei people, is he still there?"

"He's gone to eat on the street and will be back soon."

Only then did Bai Shou sit down and ask again, "Ryoko, how is your hardware store business?"

"Business is good." Chen Liang said: "Twenty-three days after opening, the turnover is more than 700 yuan, and the net profit is more than 100 yuan after removing various expenses."

"Okay, I'm rich."

"Brother Hand, it's all up to your matchmaking and Boss Wei's help and support. By the way, it just so happens that both of you are here, I'll buy a few good dishes at noon, let's have a few more drinks. ”

Bai Hand smiled: "Life is in the world, eating words is the head, I must drink at noon."

Chen Liang got up and said, "You help me look after the store, and I'll go to the street to buy food and wine."

Hurriedly said: "No, I don't know the price of your dozens of things, if someone buys them, how can I sell them."

"There's a price list on the counter, and you're looking at it."

Chen Liang went out.

Chen Liang just walked on the front foot, and Lao Wei entered the door with the back foot.

"Eh, Brother Xiaobai, why are you?"

"Knowing that your old Wei is here today, I will wait for you here."

"Haha, that's just right, what about Brother Ryoko?"

"I went to the street to buy food and wine, saying that I wanted to invite you and me to have a few drinks."

"Yes."

The white hand asked, "Old Wei, how is my brother?"

Lao Wei said: "Really, if you can sit still and do the business of opening a store, your brother is just right." I came this time to help him develop and expand his business. ”

"Honest man, it's all up to Lao Wei to bring him."

Lao Wei nodded and asked, "What about you?" Brother Xiaobai, how is your business? ”

The white hand sighed, and his face suddenly turned cloudy.

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