Pamper Eighties

Boss Wang wanted to leave but couldn't, a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead quietly, he hated it so much, he gritted his teeth or took out money from his pocket and said, "One hundred and sixty-three yuan, right? Okay, I gave this money, this amount of money is not a big deal to me at all, I didn't think about this just now, it's not that I don't want to give money after eating, I have to make it clear to you."

When the villagers got the money, they immediately smiled and said, "Aiya, Boss Wang, you are so refreshing. If you still want to eat watermelon, you are welcome to come to our fields and choose as you like. We villagers don’t have much knowledge, so please don’t take it offense, Boss Wang.”

Feng Yimin saw that he paid the money so decisively, and felt a little unsure in his heart, but his doubts were not dissipated, so he walked back and said with a smile: "Folks, Boss Wang is a big boss from the south. The big world will definitely not care about us villagers, Boss Wang, then let's go to the village to talk?"

Boss Wang hated his teeth so much, he thought that he couldn't bear the child's wolves, and he spent the money, but he couldn't run back in despair. Fortunately, he went out with more money today, otherwise today's affairs may not be good. Now, what his uncle said is right, people in Taoyuan Village are all scumbags. See how he treats them ruthlessly. Thinking of this, he smiled fakely on his face, walked up and grabbed Feng Yimin's arm and said : "Village Chief Feng, where is the brigade in your village? What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Hahaha, just come with me. You came so far from the south. We have to entertain you well. Walk around with me to the brigade." Feng Yimin and Zhang Guangming held Boss Wang from left to right. , so invited him to the brigade in the village.

The hospitality he said was nothing more than pouring a glass of boiled water for Boss Wang, then he sat down and cooperated with Zhang Guangming in his words. Unexpectedly, the meaning of Boss Wang's words was quite serious, although his clothes and accent did not match, but Others also gave a reasonable explanation, and complained that he should keep a low profile when going out, and the tone of listening to his words was also very loud, and the business of tens of thousands of tens of thousands of dollars would become trivial in his mouth. Is he really a big boss? Can't do it?

Feng Yimin always felt that something was wrong, so he said with some anxiety: "Boss Wang, do you have a letter of introduction with you? Take it out and register it in our village. I have no other intentions. This is a routine procedure."

Boss Wang took out the letter of introduction calmly, and complained to him: "I'm in business, and I travel from south to north every day, and I can't do it without a letter of introduction, but I don't want to see me on the street without a serious job. Open it to me, this is what I asked my grandmother to tell my grandfather, we handle so much money every day, and we are trapped by a letter of introduction, it's really **** aggrieved."

Feng Yimin looked at the letter of introduction carefully. It turns out that Boss Wang's real name is Wang Songmu, which is a strange name. He registered it according to the letter of introduction, and then tentatively said, "Boss Wang, I remember that there are so many watermelons in the south. , the price is cheaper than ours, since you are from the south, why don't you ship it from the south?"

Boss Wang had already figured out the reason for a long time, and said bluntly: "Hey, Village Chief Feng, don't you know that the gas fee is very expensive this way. I drove a few cars here, and the gas fee is not enough to pay for it. I also heard that selling watermelons in your village is very affordable, so I thought about buying it from your side, and it would save me running back and forth to save my old nose."

Feng Yimin immediately slapped his hands and said very excitedly: "This is a good thing, our Taoyuan Village welcomes a big boss like Boss Wang the most, I heard that Boss Wang wants to buy 10,000 watermelons this time, right? I don't know what you want for this price. How do you count?"

"Well," Boss Wang scratched his hair a little embarrassedly, and said with a smile: "Feng Village Chief, let me tell you the truth, I really like the watermelons in your village, and I also inquired about the price in advance. Fifty cents a pound, right? Don’t worry, the price I give is definitely higher than this, but I have a strange problem. I don’t like dealing with village cadres. I have been tricked before, and now I think about it I'm a little scared. Besides, now that the reform and opening up are taking place, the villagers should be able to decide the watermelons of the villagers. I will discuss with them tomorrow. It will be successful or not. When we do business, we still want everyone to make money. dont you agree?"

Feng Yimin thought to himself, this Boss Wang's mouth is quite good, and he blocked his words in a few words. If he asked the price again, it would be a little embarrassing. What a big boss they really are, they offend people like this.

He and Zhang Guangming exchanged glances with each other, then stood up and sent Boss Wang out of the group, watching him walk towards the watermelon field.

The next morning, just as Feng Yimin walked out of the house to go to work, he saw the figure of Boss Wang appearing in the village. Following Feng Dafu in the village, how did these two get mixed up?

Feng Yimin was puzzled, so he walked over and stopped Feng Dafu: "Dafu, did that boss Wang live at your house last night?"

"No, village chief." Feng Dafu grinned a little smugly, pointed to Boss Wang's back and said, "I just met Boss Wang when I went out in the morning. He saw that I was honest, so he asked me to follow him. Help, hehe."

Boss Wang also heard the voice in front of him. He walked back cheerfully and said, "Feng Village Chief, are you going to work? I plan to buy all the watermelons today, and I'm discussing with the people in your village. The rich man in your village Brother doesn't grow watermelons, right? Hey, I just took a fancy to this. He doesn't grow watermelons at home, so he definitely won't help anyone in the village. With his help, I'll be more relieved. You go ahead and do it, I Then go and discuss with the people in the village."

Boss Wang greeted Feng Yimin, and then called Feng Dafu into a house. Feng Yimin frowned secretly behind them. Could it be that this Boss Wang has really been tricked by others, why is he so wary? Hearing what he said, is Feng Dafu the only person in this village that can be trusted? He still doesn't know what kind of virtue Feng Dafu is? There must be nothing wrong with him messing around.

When the two people came out of the villagers' house, Feng Yimin took the opportunity to walk in and find the head of the household and said, "What did that boss Wang tell you? How much did he pay to buy your watermelon?"

The villager rubbed his hands together and smiled happily, "Village chief, we have made a fortune this time. Boss Wang is a generous man. He paid fifty-five cents per catty, and even took all my watermelons away, hehe. It's five cents more than selling it to Wuqi Machinery Factory, I have to think about how much I can make."

Feng Yimin interrupted his fantasy: "When did he want it? Did he give you money?"

The villagers laughed happily and said, "The money hasn't been given yet. Boss Wang said that if I agree, he will send a car from outside to transport my watermelons tomorrow, and he will give me the money when the watermelons are sold."

Feng Yimin was taken aback, grabbed the villager and asked, "What are you talking about? Will he wait for the watermelon to sell before giving you money?"

The villager didn't think there was anything wrong, so he nodded and said very seriously: "Yes, the village chief, Boss Wang is a big business man. He still has several Great Liberation vehicles on hand. He told me that he recently I bought Da Jiefang, so I didn’t get the money, and when the watermelon was sold, I returned the money to me, isn’t that the case with all business people?”

Feng Yimin squinted at him, as if he didn't know him, and said with hatred, "Why are you so stupid? You're not afraid that you give him the watermelon. What if he takes the watermelon and doesn't give you the money? I ask you, have you agreed?"

The villager smiled mysteriously, and said without caring: "Village chief, I have already agreed. I have thought about the question you mentioned for a long time. Boss Wang said that his cars are all certified. He has the certificate of the car with us. With the certificate, what are we afraid of him? If he can really drive a few Da Jiefang cars to our village tomorrow, wouldn't it be clear? Cars can't be deceived. Right? Oh, by the way, he also wrote an IOU for my family, and asked me to ask him for money with this IOU."

Feng Yimin's face was cloudy, and he stretched out his hand in front of the villagers and said, "Where's the IOU? Show it to me."

The villagers found the IOU and handed it to him. On the IOU, it was written that whoever received how many watermelons on a certain month and a certain day in a certain year, and agreed to repay who and how much on a certain day, a certain month and a certain year. , the name does write Wang Songmu.

Although there is nothing wrong with IOUs, but in business transactions, they always pay for the money and deliver the goods. Feng Yimin is worried. If Boss Wang gets the watermelon in the village and runs away, where will the villagers go to find this person? He had read the letter of introduction and registered, but it was not easy for them to go to the south to find someone, it was as difficult as looking for a needle in a haystack.

Boss Wang spent a long time in the whole village, and signed a note with many villagers' homes. Some villagers felt that it was not appropriate and did not sign it. Most of them still signed it. They happily sent Boss Wang out of the mountain intersection. Looking forward to tomorrow's harvest with high hopes.

Several cadres in the village gathered in the brigade for a meeting. They had never encountered such a form of transaction before, and they felt unsafe after thinking about it. Now the people in the village are so excited, no matter how much they persuade them, they will not listen. It's the most annoying thing.

Feng Guoqiang was more impatient, he slapped the table loudly and shouted, "I think the boss of the **** king is a liar, you don't have to be polite to him, if he dares to come tomorrow, I will I took the militia to arrest him and tortured him, and promised to let him explain to me all the eighteen generations of his ancestors."

Zhang Guangming frowned and said: "Guoqiang, don't be impulsive. If he is really a liar, he is also a very powerful liar. Think about it, except for his accent, there is nothing wrong with him, and there is no doubt in other places. After negotiating with the village, we will collect the watermelon first and then pay for it. We have to sign the paper and **** the documents. We can't produce any evidence to prove that he is a liar. The people in the village should blame us. It is also difficult for us to be cadres, we have to ignore the influence, and we should explain it to the people in the village, lest they be deceived and benefit the people, what do you think?"

"What you said makes sense. I'll go to the radio and call them."

Feng Yimin turned on the village's radio, and soon called the villagers to the brigade. He turned on the loudspeaker and said worriedly, "Folks, some of our cadres have been thinking about it, but we still feel that this transaction is a bit inappropriate. Where is it? Some people don’t give money to buy things? That boss Wang is a stranger to us. We don’t even know where he lives in Guangzhou. You are not afraid that he will run away with a watermelon. When the time comes, who will you ask for money? Go? Have you thought about this?"

The villagers were quite optimistic, and one of them said with a smile: "Village Chief, Boss Wang said that all his money was used to buy the Great Liberation. We have all seen the Great Liberation, and a car is worth it. It's tens of thousands of dollars, and he will give us all the documents of the Great Liberation tomorrow, and he will also issue IOUs to us, why can't we believe it? The real big boss is like this. "

Feng Yimin stared into his eyes and asked, "How many big bosses have you seen? I'm afraid this is the only one? I've been to Guangzhou, and the accent of Wang's speech and the clothes he wears are similar to Guangzhou. People? I'm afraid he's a liar, and when the time comes, you'll have your money and you won't even have a place to cry."

Feng Dafu has a heavy responsibility. He also rushed to the village meeting. He heard Feng Yimin talking at this moment, and he knew it was not good. : "Village Chief, I think you can't see us well, you just went to Guangzhou once, do you know everyone in Guangzhou? Our Taoyuan Village is so close to the provincial capital, and the accents on both sides are still lingering. There is a difference. Guangzhou people must have different accents. Besides, Boss Wang must not dress too well when he goes out to do business, or what if he is robbed on the road?"

Seeing some villagers nodding, Feng Dafu said more and more vigorously: "Village Chief, do you feel uncomfortable in this transaction without your hands? The last time we sold watermelons in our village, it was only 50 cents a pound. Boss Wang. He also gave us five cents more. What a kind person! Why is it that the same watermelon can be sold for fifty cents this time. Last time you asked us to sell it for fifty cents? Is there anything wrong here? It’s hard to say, hehe.”

"Feng Dafu!" Feng Yimin stared at him coldly, pointed at him sarcastically and said, "What are you doing here, a person who doesn't grow watermelons? Why haven't I seen you so active before? Let me tell you, if your surname is The king's man is a liar, and you must be with him."

He said to the crowded crowd below: "Folks, when the Wuqi Machinery Factory came to collect the watermelons, every penny was handed over to you personally, and they left after collecting the watermelons. All cadres are innocent. Our family only sold a few watermelons last time, and you all saw it. If there are people talking about this, it will make us chill. There are too many doubts, and we are also worried that you have been deceived, so we kindly remind you that if you don’t listen, if something goes wrong, you will have to suffer it yourself. Now the reform and opening up is not the same as before. , I have no power to make you all listen to me, whether you listen or not is up to you, so I can only say so much."

Feng Yimin was so sad and sad that the people in the village were immediately anxious. They didn't think so in their hearts. They couldn't let the village chief Bai Baihan feel bad, and immediately a villager stood up to smooth things out: "Village chief, don't listen to Dafu's nonsense, he It's not that you don't know about that bad mouth. He didn't say a good word from his mouth. Of course, we believe in the cadres in the village. Everyone sees the contribution the village chief has made to our village. We are definitely The only ones who are grateful are not complaining. Village chief, your concern is also very reasonable. We all understand that you are doing it for our own good. I think otherwise, we will check with him when Boss Wang comes tomorrow. Da Jiefang has documents and is willing to **** it to us, so we can rest assured about this point, do you guys think so?"

All the people in the village made up their minds to sell watermelons, and now they all said "yes". Feng Yimin couldn't do anything about them, so he waved them all to go home.

Another day later, the villagers all got up early and went to work in the fields. They picked the ripe watermelons and moved them to the entrance of the village. Every household was piled up into a hill, and they stood there looking forward to it. They saw that there were several blue Da Jiefang cars approaching from the other end of the mountain road, beeping their horns, and drove all the way to the mountain intersection.

The villagers cheered one by one. This must be the car that Boss Wang was talking about. He really didn't lie to the people in their village. One, two, three, four, four liberation cars. These cars alone are worth old money. Such a big boss will definitely not be ignoring the money of their villagers.

The car stopped, Boss Wang opened the door and jumped out, but the other drivers didn't get out of the car, and were still sitting firmly in the cab.

The cadres in the village are very worried about this matter, and they still have to come and check the villagers properly, otherwise they will be held responsible if something goes wrong.

Feng Yimin took the documents handed over by Boss Wang and exchanged them with a few cadres. The driver's licenses were all small red-skin notebooks, which could not deceive anyone, and they returned them after reading them. Boss Wang's car license is only four pieces of paper. The model and license plate of the car are marked on it, and the red big official seal is covered at the bottom. It should be true. Could it be that this surnamed Wang is really not deceiving?

When Boss Wang waited for them to finish reading, he grinned a little smugly and said, "You have all seen it, I all said that I am the most honest person in business, and these four licenses will be handed over to your village. I have already contacted the buyer of the watermelon, and I will come back tomorrow after I sell the watermelon to get the certificate and repay the money, so you should rest assured? Can I transport these watermelons away?"

Boss Wang is about to go crazy in his heart. These idiots, even the village cadres, are stupid. They must not have imagined that his documents are fake. He asked someone to carve it. Even his real name was not Wang Songmu, but Wang Gouyu. He hehe, he tricked all the watermelons into his hands with just a few fingers. Later, he would transport them to the next door to save them and sell them. He can make hundreds of thousands of dollars in one hand! If it weren't for his uncle Niu Xingsheng, would he have such a chance to make money? Ha ha.

Thinking of this, Boss Wang's breathing became a little hotter, and he waved his arms and began to say hello: "Folks, my documents have been deposited with you, if you can trust me, Wang, now help me get all the watermelons. Move on to the car, and sell it earlier so you can get the money earlier."

The villagers already believed ten percent in their hearts, so they said that this business was reliable. Didn't they see that several cadres in the village were speechless, thinking about the money they were about to get, they all worked hard to move it. watermelon.

The villagers were carrying watermelons at the entrance of the village. Madam Feng stood at the door of the canteen with Mengmeng in her arms. Suddenly, she heard the little granddaughter in her arms say, "Bad man."

Madam Feng looked down at her, "Mengmeng, what are you talking about? Who is the bad guy?"

Mengmeng's little hand pointed in the direction of the car and said, "They are bad."

This made Mrs. Feng nod her head. In fact, she had already seen that something was wrong. Her old man said the same thing. Her eldest son was still worrying about him, but who in the village felt bad for him? They even suspected that he was greedy for the last time. He was so good at being a donkey. If she asked her to say, the idiots should live a little harder, so that they will wake up when they are deceived, and then they will know who treats them. Well, who treats them badly.