Di Jian was stunned.

looked at Ye Xiangyang in disbelief.

I'll just be polite, you really don't be polite to me.

He still wants to prostitute the fruits of his labor for nothing?

Di Jian stabbed Ye Xiangyang on the spot.

He didn't have time to eat breakfast before he came here to run for a long time, but as soon as he finished the task, Ye Xiangyang, who came slowly, came to him with his face on his face to ask for information.

Tenai's ......

However.

Facing Di Jian's ever-changing face, Ye Xiangyang didn't speak, just looked at him with a "sincere" gaze.

The atmosphere is already in place.

Just ask if you give it or not!

"Wait."

Di Jian, who was set up there, was a little difficult to ride a tiger, glanced at Ye Xiangyang angrily, and finally took out his mobile phone and transferred a copy of the email he had just sent to the newspaper to Ye Xiangyang.

"Brother Xie!"

successfully rubbed a piece of information, and Ye Xiangyang immediately expressed his gratitude to Di Jian for his "righteousness".

"Labor and management surname Di!"

Di Jian didn't want to hear the word "brother" at all now, especially when it came out of Ye Xiangyang's mouth.

It's a big loss!

"Hey, hey!"

Knowing that Di Jian was depressed, Ye Xiangyang didn't provoke him.

Back in the car.

He took out his laptop and logged into his mailbox to check the email that Dikin had just forwarded to him.

There was a manuscript written by Di Jian and a few photos he took, and Ye Xiangyang first opened the document and looked at it carefully.

Just halfway through the sight, Di Jian, who had finished eating peaches outside, came to open the door and sat in the co-pilot.

"Hey, it's still comfortable in the car."

Of course, this sentence was deliberately said to Ye Xiangyang, and Di Jian specially stretched.

It's clearly saying, you rub my information, I rub your co-pilot, it's not too much, right?

Big BMW!

"Brother came just in time, help me talk more about the situation."

was about to rub the car and find something from Ye Xiangyang, but when he heard this, Di Jian almost ran away.

Is there an end?

Di Jian was about to cry, but the key was that he sent it to the door himself.

However, the most critical information has been given, and I am not afraid of continuing to be woolen.

Di Jian simply did it to the end, and he just sold Ye Xiangyang a favor.

Soon.

Through Di Jian's dictation and the manuscript he wrote, Ye Xiangyang quickly figured out the situation here.

The reason for the large number of unsalable peaches in Xining is mainly due to the excessive output, which is more than double the output of last year.

Increasing production would have been a very good thing.

Everyone loves a bountiful harvest.

But the problem is that the local market is oversaturated due to the massive increase in peach production in Xining, and the sales channels of the fruit farmers themselves are limited, and the sales network of several major fruit merchants has not yet expanded.

With their current distribution capacity, they can't digest the continuous production of Xining peaches in such a short period of time.

The most important thing is that peaches are a fruit that is not easy to preserve, especially in such a hot season as summer, once it cannot be sold in time, it is easy to rot in the hand.

Under such circumstances, fruit merchants can only stop buying Xining peaches from fruit farmers, or keep lowering prices.

In order to prevent the peaches from rotting in their hands, fruit farmers can only accept low-price purchases, or find another way to sell at a lower price.

However, this practice can only lead to the price of peaches getting lower and lower, and it is becoming more and more unsellable.

Some growers are reluctant to sell their peaches cheaply, preferring to keep their peaches on the trees, or only to feed them to pigs and poultry.

They don't want to do this, it's completely helpless.

Refer to the dumping of milk during the Great Depression in the United States in the last century.

If you want to sell, you have to invest a lot of costs, such as labor or freight.

However, in this way, the more you sell, the more you may lose.

Feeding pigs and chickens and ducks is more cost-effective.

Looking at the photos taken by Di Jian of peaches rotting on trees, feeding pigs, or even pouring them directly into the ditch, Ye Xiangyang sighed helplessly.

If he hadn't seen this, Ye Xiangyang would have found it hard to believe that Xining peaches, which cost five or six or even seven or eight yuan a pound outside, would be treated like this.

In fact, no matter how low the purchase price here is, it will not have too much impact on the outside market.

Because fruit merchants also want to make money.

From packaging, transportation to sales, etc., there are costs, and then superimposed profit margins, it is destined that the external price cannot be reduced much.

It is often only local growers who are really hurt.

The grain is cheap and hurts the peasants.

Ye Xiangyang couldn't help but think of this sentence.

The fruit is cheap, and it also hurts the peasants!

Sorting out all the circumstances, Ye Xiangyang also had a bottom in his heart.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Xiangyang created a new document on the computer desktop, and then under Di Jian's resentful gaze, his fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard.

More than ten minutes or so.

A brand new press release is out.

After checking that there were no typos, Ye Xiangyang looked at Di Jian on the side and asked, "Is there any photo that hasn't been sent to your newspaper?" ”

"Yes!"

watched Ye Xiangyang finish writing a manuscript with a click, and actually came to ask himself for a photo again, the addictive rhythm of Chiguoguo's white prostitution.

Depressed and depressed, but Di Jian still cooperated honestly.

The few photos that Di Jian has already sent back to the club are naturally not usable.

After all, it is two newspapers, and if you publish the exact same photo at the same time, it will directly overturn.

As for the manuscript written by Ye Xiangyang, although it is completely based on the situation obtained by Di Jian, the direction is definitely different, so there will be no problem.

Soon.

Ye Xiangyang selected a few photos from Di Jian, and then sent them to the newspaper together with the manuscript he had just written.

Mission accomplished.

It took less than half an hour before and after.

Such a comparison made Di Jian feel that he was a big resentment.

Geneva!

Getting out of the car with Di Jian, Ye Xiangyang walked towards where Shen Qing was, and found that she was applying sunscreen to Ye Zixin, who had woken up, in the shade of a tree.

"Yo, is Reporter Ye busy yet? Now that I remember that I didn't come alone, did I? ”

Seeing Ye Xiangyang coming over, Shen Qing, who was rubbing sunscreen on Ye Zixin, raised his head and mocked without being salty.

This tone ......

A proper master of yin and yang!

Obviously, he was full of resentment that Ye Xiangyang "deceived" her, but as soon as he arrived at the place, he left her and Ye Zixin behind, and ran to the car to work by himself.

Like a big scumbag!

Ye Xiangyang didn't dare to say anything.

is already weak-hearted, if you say anything to make Shen Qing unhappy, isn't it equivalent to looking for death?

"Xinxin, what are you painting?"

"Sunscreen, Aunt Shen's."

"I don't know how you became an uncle, when you go out in the summer sun, you don't know how to put on sunscreen, what if you get sunburned?"

“……”

I wanted to change the topic, but I didn't expect to hit the muzzle of the gun directly, and Shen Qing caught the opportunity to make a wave.

Get!

It was indeed his dereliction of duty as an uncle who did not take this into account.

After all, he is a man, and he is not as careful and thoughtful as Shen Qing.

Ye Xiangyang made excuses for himself, and at the same time became deaf.

After Shen Qing finished applying sunscreen to Ye Zixin, Ye Zixin took the initiative to run over.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Zixin stretched her under Ye Xiangyang's nose and said happily:

"Uncle, incense!"

Smelling the smell of Ye Zixin's body, Ye Xiangyang, who felt a little familiar, couldn't help but be stunned, and subconsciously glanced at Shen Qing next to him.

Seeing this, Shen Qing seemed to have thought of something, and his face turned slightly red.

Stinky brother!