Lao Zhao finally got into the car late at night, cursing.
There was nothing he could do. Song Tan kept his word and said he didn't care about dinner, but he waited all night and didn't even get a tea egg - he was stingy, he was really stingy!
"Eldest nephew, tell me, with our friendship like this, if she stays with me for dinner at night, can she still go bankrupt?"
Lao Zhao was sitting in the passenger seat, surrounded by fishy smell. He actually had no appetite, but he was still angry - he drank two large cups of tea at night and prepared on an empty stomach!
The result was not good, not a single fish was caught, and not even a meal was served.
The eldest nephew is an honest man, and at this moment he said: "But their family is really busy! After so many people buy fish, the family has to clean up, so it is normal for them not to take care of us!"
Aren't you too busy to fly?
The clear water and meaningful water and grass on the other side of the pond have long since disappeared, leaving only a mess in the dark sky. In order to prevent the stench from breeding mosquitoes and flies, Wu Lei and Zhang Wang's family sent away their customers, while here they were working non-stop to fertilize the house with blood and water!
Looking at this posture, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it until midnight!
As for Song Tan's yard - when they left, the water pipes were being filled with foam and were being rinsed. Mugwort was lit in bunches on the wall, and the smoke was burning, but they were too busy to keep their feet from touching the ground.
Lao Zhao:......
He looked at his eldest nephew on the dark mountain road and felt heartbroken.
That is to say, a man and a businessman cannot be dishonest, but they cannot be too honest, right? We are related by blood, why are you trying to reconcile at this time?
It's not illegal!
However, the eldest nephew, Honest Man, also has the stubbornness of an honest man:
"Boss Song is very nice. He didn't let us make this trip in vain. We can earn a lot this time. Uncle, if you are tired, can I send you back later? You are old and need to rest." "
Old Zhao became even more angry: "Who is older? I am so energetic in the middle of the night! Besides, making money is also our hard-earned money. It has nothing to do with Song Tan. Don't be stupid!"
"It doesn't matter!"
The eldest nephew had to accept his death: "There are so many chartered cars on the market, but everyone asks me to help deliver the goods. This must be boss Song who is the link."
Speaking of which, Lao Zhao's eldest nephew is also very clever.
He usually looks quite honest when working, and he has a strong balance in his heart. I heard everyone on the phone tonight worrying about how to wash the car after fishing in the evening, and the young man immediately came up with an idea——
They happened to be unable to deliver goods tonight, so they had a big empty truck!
There are so many people, and one family can just pay a few dozen yuan for travel expenses and deliver it directly. Everyone should barbecue and wash their feet at night, so tomorrow will not be delayed at all!
Killing two birds with one stone, you have to make it easier for me to get money, and we quickly concluded a business deal in the yard of Song Tan's house.
Now this car full of fish and shrimps is not my own, but it is better than my own!
Just because of this, Lao Zhao and his nephew all recognize Boss Song!
Lao Zhao:......
He hated this elm-headed man. At this moment, he could only say bitterly: "It's useless for you to flatter me now. No matter what price you sell the fish to us tomorrow, it will definitely be the same price! When the time comes, you can carry a hundred kilograms of fish home. You can't sell it to us today." What you earn late will be wasted!”
He let out a long breath: "My eldest nephew, let's call it: I hate to press gold thread every year to make wedding clothes for others!"
"You said that you, who burn oil and light lamps to earn the travel expenses, don't you have to buy things from her in the end?"
The eldest nephew didn't listen to such nonsense. He just asked: "Then, if we don't take this business tonight, we won't have any fish tomorrow?"
Lao Zhao: ...How could you not want to! He just cares about money, he's not stupid!
"Really?" The eldest nephew caught his expression and said very proudly: "Let's buy it ourselves. It's two yuan cheaper per pound, and we can choose first!"
Lao Zhao:......
He closed his eyes and lay back, not wanting to say a word.
…
The Song Tan family is indeed still busy.
It was almost ten o'clock at night, and everyone in the family was just dealing with it briefly. The helpers left early, and the cleaning work came to an end. After everyone briefly washed up, they sat in the brightly lit living room and blew on the air conditioner while they had to make the final touches.
Even the seventh cousin waited until now to cut the watermelon before taking the seventh grandma back for a walk tonight.
Yan Ran nervously arranged the accounts in her hands and whispered to Professor Song and others: "Song Tan's family...doesn't they trust us too much...they have so much money!"
Some people scanned the QR code, some swiped their cards, and some gave cash. The place was so busy that there was no choice. Now when I put it all together at night, it was almost more than 400,000 yuan.
That's it, the task of collecting money tonight is all on Yan Ran. Even if the money scanned is not with her, she still feels nervous and uneasy with tens of thousands of dollars in cash in her hand, for fear of making a mistake.
Tang Xiaodong muttered in a low voice: "Such a tense and intense sale is much harder than doing farm work. Why do I feel like we are like free labor?"
Just, the three of them cooperated very well, and they were all very tired today. So when they are not around, does this family plan to sell fish like this?
Of course, he would be happy with free labor just for this meal, but this feeling is very subtle.
Qi Lin didn't say anything. He was numb from picking up fish. At this moment, there was still a burning pain in his palms from the scratches of the fish's fins.
If Song Tan knew about their problem, he would definitely roll his eyes - come on, Teacher Xin Jun can't lift it with his hands, Zhang Yanping looks capable but can't actually lift a bale of grass, Qiao Qiao is okay, but she can't hold up so many people!
How many of them should we count on?
Then the fish can only be sold slowly one net a day! How can there be today's quick fix and high efficiency?
I have to thank Professor Song for his teaching skills!
Today, Professor Song, who is a good teacher, is still continuing to teach: "You guys, what a rare training opportunity this is, you don't even know!"
"Is our labor valuable? Compared to real crop handles, it's worthless."
"Originally, I was thinking that I have been studying for a long time in my life, so I understand some science, right? I won't come here to eat and drink for free."
"But do you know what I heard today? The Song Tan family started their business by scattering a handful of grass seeds into the wasteland."
"Just that ordinary milkvetch, others feed cows and she feeds people, and she feeds her customers into the die-hard loyalists they are today."
"Everyone, let's talk about it. What does this company need from us?"
He smiled bitterly: "I'm even thinking now, when they gave me the opportunity, did they give me a favor and let me take a vacation?"
By the way, do you want to gild the resumes of your apprentices?
Thinking of this, Professor Song didn’t want to speak anymore!
Yan Ran and others looked at each other in silence for a long time before she took a deep breath and looked at the account book in her hand again:
"Tang Xiaodong, Qi Lin, let's go over the account again."
As for my health, I took the test last night because I had a fever again. All I can say is that the COVID-19 test did not forget about me. Even though I am late, I am here (*).
Sheep got a sheep.
I'm in pretty good shape tonight, so I recommend this sister's good book! I should have posted this while I was on sick leave, so that you could have a few more books to read...
Jiu Shilu, the author of "Yan Ci Gui". Lin Yunyan's new life started with a bad hand of cards.
good night!
