Chapter Seventy-Eight: Handicrafts

Ling Feng thought for a while, and although he was a little speechless about this additional overlord clause, he still agreed.

"Okay, let's meet to sign the contract."

Compared to the future value of this land, even if the extra 500,000 was added, Ling Feng would not feel too distressed.

"You really agreed?" Wu Wenquan on the other end of the phone obviously didn't expect Ling Feng to be so happy, and he couldn't help but feel depressed in his heart.

You must know that the price should have been raised a little bit just now, but in this form, it would be good if the land could be sold.

What's more, he is indeed in need of money now.

Greed is not enough to swallow an elephant, so forget it.

"Okay, I'll go over to you."

Wu Wenquan directly agreed.

After Ling Feng hung up the phone, the middle-aged woman standing in the distance was full of suspicion.

"What's the matter, you still can't buy this land, if you don't buy it, leave quickly, don't make trouble for me here."

In the past few years, many people who have come here to buy land have talked to Wu Wenquan before, but as soon as they heard that they needed to pay her more, they gave up directly.

After all, 500,000 is not a small amount.

Especially for such a wasteland that does not know whether there is a future development prospect.

"Don't worry, I have already negotiated the price with him, and he will come over in a while, as long as the contract is signed, then I will transfer your 500,000 to you on the spot."

When the middle-aged woman heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Okay, come on, come on, don't wait outside, go to my house and sit down first, it's cold outside."

As he spoke, he walked quickly to Ling Feng and stretched out his hand to pull Ling Feng.

In this regard, Ling Feng twitched twice.

This attitude change is a little too fast, right, just now there was a smell of HY, but when I heard about the money, I was so enthusiastic?

It's still cold outside, and autumn has just begun.

Where is it cold?

However, for her enthusiasm, Ling Feng is not easy to refuse, not to mention that he doesn't know when Wu Wenquan will arrive, and it is not a matter for him to stand here all the time.

The row of houses near this piece of land, the first one on the head is Wu Wenquan's sister's house, Ling Feng came in and looked at it a little, and he probably knew the situation of Wu Wenquan's sister.

The furnishings at home are very simple, there are only a few essential daily necessities in the small earthen tile house, and there are a lot of fabrics and other things in the corners.

"Alas, the family is a bit simple, but there is no way, at that time, Wu Wenquan's son took all our money to invest, but he didn't give it to us until now."

As soon as Wu Wenquan was mentioned, the middle-aged woman looked indignant.

"Huh? What's going on? ”

Hearing the middle-aged woman mention Wu Wenquan, Ling Feng became interested.

Anyway, I have nothing to do now, just listen to what kind of contradiction is between them.

Why did Wu Wenquan keep hiding and not come to see his sister.

"It's not like he wanted to do something a few years ago, but he didn't have the funds, so he borrowed money from us and told us that he would be able to double the money back in a few years."

"I thought that it was all a family, and he couldn't lie to me, so he lent him 100,000 yuan from my family, and he promised that in three years, he would pay me back 500,000 yuan with interest, and there was an IOU, I will show you."

As she spoke, Wu Wenquan's sister took out a piece of paper that was already a little crumpled from a drawer and spread it out in front of Ling Feng.

I saw two lines written on it slightly crookedly, probably with the same meaning as she said.

At the bottom is Wu Wenquan's signature, and a handprint is stamped.

"But who knows, he went bankrupt after only a few years, and the money he owed us was delayed again and again, and in the end, no one was gone, and he never came back."

As soon as she said this, the middle-aged woman became angry.

Ling Feng could only smile awkwardly at this, it turned out that Wu Wenquan was not not coming back, but he was so frightened that he didn't dare to come back.

Roll up the money and run away, then find a place to hide.

Ling Feng suddenly felt that this Wu Wenquan was not a good bird either.

After that, Ling Feng was still chatting with the middle-aged woman, but it was mainly the middle-aged woman who was talking to Ling Feng.

Maybe he felt that Ling Feng was a rich man, so he didn't mean to be tired after chatting for so long.

During this period, Ling Feng also knew the name of the middle-aged woman, Wu Xiufang.

"Oh yes, I saw a lot of fabric on your side just now, are you making handicrafts?" Ling Feng suddenly remembered the fabrics he had just seen when he entered the door.

"Those are all knick-knacks that my husband takes to the market and sells, and that's what we live by." Wu Xiufang said without hesitation.

This made Ling Feng interested.

He naturally knew that the gadgets in Wu Xiufang's mouth were actually some handicrafts.

Getting up and coming to the pile of fabrics, Ling Feng looked through them and found that there was a small cloth figure that had been sewn mixed in the pile of fabrics.

It's just that there is a huge gap on the side of the little cloth man, which can be regarded as completely ruining this work.

"This one is broken, and I'm planning to tear it down and do it again." Wu Xiufang saw that Ling Feng's eyes had been staring at this little cloth man, so she hurriedly explained.

However, Ling Feng didn't care about her words, and instead opened his mouth to ask.

"If you sell this thing, how much can you sell it for?"

"Huh?" Wu Xiufang didn't expect Ling Feng to ask this, so after thinking about it, she said: "Actually, it's not expensive, it's only three cents a piece, and a slightly larger one is five cents." ”

"It's really not expensive." Ling Feng nodded: "Then this kind of thing, how many can you make in a day?" ”

"I can make about fifty of them a day, but I can't sell them if I do so much, after all, very few people here will buy this kind of thing." Wu Xiufang said with some frustration.

So it's usually her husband who takes these things to the markets far away to sell them.

"Then if I give you the drawings, can you make different styles of things according to the drawings?" Ling Feng held the little cloth man in his hand, but a bold idea appeared in his heart.

At this time, most of these handicrafts can only be sold locally after they are made, and it is difficult to sell them further afield.

As a result, many famous handicrafts only exist in the local area, and the market outside the country is still blank.

But this was not a problem for Ling Feng.

Now Ma Yun's treasure exploration network has been basically completed, but there are still very few categories of things, so can he sell this handicraft in large quantities through the treasure exploration network in the future.