After Lao Wu took a puff of his cigarette fiercely, he sighed heavily: "Eh......"

Then he said: "Chunlei, this conscience money, Uncle Hui earned a total of fifty yuan and four cents. The big head is earned from the last batch of Ming Qian Longjing, and the price you give is high, so the profit is also big. But this time, I didn't bring that much money with me, and after returning to Chaijiawu, I scraped together the money and handed it over to Chuntao. ”

This amount of money is about the same as Han Chunlei's estimate.

The purchase price of ordinary tea is low, and Lao Wu can't eat much of the difference in price with old tea.

However, before the Ming Dynasty, Longjing was difficult to collect in small quantities, and it was almost impossible to earn any money for delivery, so Han Chunlei deliberately set a high labor fee for collecting tea before, and was thinking about the beginning of the year, giving everyone a good idea.

But there is one thing that Han Chunlei has never figured out.

Since everyone spread out and talked about it, then he also asked bluntly: "Didn't my sister say that the tea before the Ming Dynasty was decided a year ago? The output of tea before the Ming Dynasty was originally small, and it is said that there is a fixed number of how much can be harvested, and if you want to adulterate, you can't mix much?"

"There is a certainty. But this tea is the same as the crops, whether it is good or not, it depends on whether God appreciates the face, right? That tea tree, if it doesn't sprout, we will make up our minds, and people can't give us tea, right?"

I see!

made up his mind but couldn't receive tea, and seeing that he couldn't earn the lucrative labor fees, it was no wonder that he had the crooked idea of killing chickens and taking eggs.

Han Chunlei: "Old Uncle Wu, you disappointed me!"

"I know I'm sorry for you, Chunlei! I have shallow eyelids and soft ears, and others told me that his family has last year's Ming Qian tea, which is well preserved, so I took it and tasted it, and it really didn't make much difference. So, so ......"

Lao Wu rubbed his face with his rough palm, "Later, I saw that Sister Yuzhen didn't find anything greasy, my mind was alive, for the sake of safety, every time I went to your house to hand over tea, I asked my wife to take my grandson to follow, and distracted her when your mother accepted it." ”

When Han Chuntao heard this, she trembled with anger: "You are so shameless!"

Lao Wu panicked, slapped himself hard, lowered his head and complained to himself: "I'm shameless, I'm shameless, I'm sorry for you!"

Huang Aiwu, who was silent on the side, suddenly doubted: "Boss, you said that the person who secretly sold Chen tea to Old Uncle Wu would have something to do with the Tea Industry Association?"

"I don't know if it matters. But it doesn't matter if it doesn't matter, this incident can be regarded as a wake-up call for the hometown side," Han Chunlei said, turning his head to Han Chuntao and saying, "Sister, after you go back, you have to pay attention to the matter of collecting tea." ”

"Chunlei, can Uncle ask you for one last thing?" Lao Wu threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and looked up at Han Chunlei.

"Old Uncle Wu, what do you want to do? bully my eldest brother to be kind?" Han Chuntao said angrily.

"Sister. ”

Han Chunlei gently shook Han Chuntao's hand, and then said to Lao Wu, "You can talk about it first and see if I can do it." ”

Lao Wu hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and begged stubbornly: "Chunlei, can you tell the village about this thing I did, and leave me a fig leaf? Otherwise, my old Wu family is in Chaijiawu, but I have no face to live!"

Han Chuntao looked at his pitiful appearance, and his heart was also soft, but when he thought of the loss that Lao Wu caused to his family, he was angry, and said angrily: "I knew today, why bother in the first place?"

Lao Wu: "I ......"

"Old Uncle Wu, you relax. ”

Han Chunlei said with a smile, "After you go back, you will be sick at home for a few days, and then you can stop the work of carrying tea leaves! In addition, you don't have to return the money." I will also calculate the cost of carrying tea to Shenzhen this time. Let's get together and disperse!"

After saying these words kindly, Han Chunlei suddenly changed his words and said loudly: "However, from now on, you don't want to earn another dime from my Han Chunlei's hands!"

As soon as these words fell, Lao Wu completely collapsed.

"Ah, what a damn thing, why am I so obsessed with things that I don't do anything?"

Lao Wu raised his hand and slapped him heavily in the face.

......

Although Lao Wu was found out, the matter was not completely over.

Huang Aiwu's suspicion just now has always been hovering in Han Chunlei's heart.

Could it really be that the Tea Industry Association is behind the scenes, looking for someone to instigate Lao Wu, and even provide Lao Wu with aged tea?

Recently, my sister and Uncle Zhanshui have reported that it is becoming more and more difficult to harvest tea in their hometown, isn't it related to them?

These guys are really haunted!

But is such a non-governmental association really so capable?

Han Chunlei was at a loss in his heart, and became a little irritable for a while.

However, Han Chuntao came over this time and brought him a notice.

The contents of the circular were that the county revolutionary committee should organize party activists from each commune to conduct a one-week training at the party school of the county party committee.

Han Chunlei calculated, and he didn't go back for a few days.

So after a little arrangement, he entrusted all the big and small things in the office to Huang Aiwu, and then bought a train ticket and boarded the train back to Hangzhou.