Chapter 145: Distribution Conference

Especially now, they don't have ten people in total, but they need to deal with a regular army.

"Don't worry, you should be clever when the time comes, don't rush to the front, it's definitely no problem, guess this guy, shouldn't you want to deal with the general."

Zhang Pin comforted the other party, but what he didn't say was that Guess Ba was indeed not for the other general's sake, but he wanted the general's life.

Chen Jiaju glanced at him, and wanted to say something, but on the other side, a subordinate who guessed the tyrant gestured towards Chen Jiaju from a distance.

In order not to show his stuffing, he could only run over.

"Why did you get over there, our location is here."

Guess Ba's subordinates were very strange about Chen Jiaju's running to Zhang Pin's position, which made Chen Jiaju's heart tighten, fortunately, before he could come up with an excuse, the other party also said it casually before, without too much entanglement, but ordered him another thing.

"Wait for you to take care of the two machine gunners on the tower, and when my cannon starts, you can take them down."

Chen Jiaju saw that he didn't mean to pursue it, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and nodded quickly.

"No problem, I'll take care of them when the action begins!"

On the other side, Chaiba walked into the general's chamber with Bao Qiang.

Hahaha –

Before Chaiba entered, the white-faced lads in the council hall were laughing heartily, but as soon as he came, the entire council hall suddenly fell silent.

"Hehe, Guanchaiba, welcome!"

Only the general who is the master here said a word without smiling.

"Savadica!"

Regarding the strange atmosphere of the scene, Guess Ba folded his hands and said hello first.

Then he walked to the empty seat on the side and sat down, and Leopard Qiang naturally stood behind him.

Chaiba was the last white-faced fisherman to arrive, and as soon as he came, the distribution conference officially began.

"By the way, the weather in the Golden Triangle this year is not good, there is too much rain, and the harvest is much less than in previous years, I am afraid that I will not be able to meet the needs of everyone here."

The smile on the general's face remained unchanged, as a source supplier, in fact, the reduction of production is not a bad thing for him, on the contrary, if the annual output is too much, he will worry that these distributors will not be able to sell out, and the year of this reduction in production is when he makes a lot of money.

After all, the number of addicts in the world does not suddenly decrease all at once, on the contrary, as the places have settled down over the years, the demand for white noodles has increased.

Take Hong Kong Island as an example, just because a white noodle fisherman in the central district has not shipped for a few months, the price has been speculated to four or five times.

The total amount on the general's side is less, although it will not make him profit four or five times that of previous years, but it is still possible to raise a few percent, with his shipments, even if it is one percent, then several small goals can be achieved.

After all, if he ships, the unit of measurement is calculated by tons.

And as he spoke, the scene fell silent for a while, just as the general thought, the white-faced fishermen present were not fools.

In any country or region, doing this business is considered to be risking with your head in mind.

Since the risk is so big, they are still willing to do it, naturally because the benefits can satisfy them, and now the general's words are obviously going to increase the price.

The price of his side has risen, which means that the income of the white-flour fishers present will be reduced, and they will have a ghost if they can be satisfied.

So several white-faced fishermen looked at each other, and everyone figured out the details of each other, and only then did a fisherman from a kimchi country speak first.

"I don't care how much there is this year, I want 30%!"

Then a ghost guy from the Polar Bear Country spoke: "I don't care what you do, I want three tons!" ”

The two groups of men spoke, but they tacitly did not say anything about the price increase, which made the general feel a little unhappy, so he didn't wait for the others to speak, and directly gave the rest of the people a fire.

"Now, you all heard it, the two of them have already asked for fifty percent of this year!"

At this time, Chaiba picked up the general's words.

"In that case, I'll give me the rest!"

As soon as Guess Ba's words landed, the remaining white-faced fishers present couldn't sit still, they originally thought that everyone had a tacit understanding, but now that he directly took up the share, don't the rest of the people have to make money this year?

"I'm sorry, I wanted that half, I wanted it a long time ago!"

Guess Ba does not talk about martial arts, which directly leads to the tacit understanding of the buyers present to be shattered in an instant.

A buyer who looks very Southeast Asian spoke out, he and Chaiba's sales market coincided, and there was a conflict between the two sides, so now the first one came out to compete with him.

"Oh, are you the ones who set the rules? Do you think you're Bush? ”

When the pickle country fishermen heard that Chaiba was so unruly, they directly refuted him, and suddenly, happy laughter sounded all around.

"We are going to tell you today, there is no goods for you this year, I want to make money, now go back and worship the Buddha more, ask God to have a good weather tomorrow, and see if there is something left for you when the time comes."

After the Southeast Asian-looking buyer finished laughing, he directly tore his face with Chaiba.

Guess Ba smiled self-deprecatingly and looked at everyone present: "Understood, it turns out that the purpose of your meeting today is to divide my share." ”

Then he didn't care about the other buyers, but looked at the general on the throne.

"Isn't mine a business? Does my money stink? ”

The general's face was a little unpleasant, these guys were crooked, but he didn't take advantage of it at all, so he turned his head and looked at a small buyer, who the general had deliberately placed in the buyer.

Receiving the general's eyes, the little buyer immediately understood his intentions, and he stood up directly to attract everyone's attention.

"Hey, how can you embarrass the general for such a trivial matter, everyone is a businessman, but I really have a piece of news here, I want to say it and share it with you."

"Someone ordered a batch of goods with the general last year, and now it has been more than half a year since the settlement time, and he hasn't paid yet?"

The little buyer walked as he spoke, and soon came to the back of Chaiba, and reached out to pat him on the back.

"It's me, I have money in a Swiss bank, and if it weren't for someone who reported the news and let the Malaysian police who received the news arrest my wife, I wouldn't owe this account."

Chaiba knew that this was the general's deliberate embarrassment to himself, so he decisively admitted the matter.

But after he admitted, this little buyer was instructed by the general not only to make guess the ba, but to make all the buyers compete, so he didn't stop, but made a surprised expression and continued to look at the guess ba.

"What? Your wife was arrested by the Malaysian police? What if we confess it? ”

This time Chaiba didn't speak, he quickly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the little buyer's tie, pressed the other party's head on the table, and then grabbed a durian on the table with his other hand.