Rebirth of the Wild Age

　　 Outskirts of the city, Tongzilou.

　　 The Song family has been kicked out of the winery staff community and now lives in the workers’ dormitory of the cannery.

　　 Compared with the self-built small bungalows in the village and the 200-square-meter mansion allocated by the winery, the situation of Tongzilou is much worse.

　　 Two bedrooms, one living room and kitchen, totaling only more than 60 square meters, the toilet needs to be shared with several neighbors.

　　In the last life, Song Weiyang lived here because he couldn't pay wages. He was disliked by all kinds of things. It was like a fleeing to choose a foreign university.

　　 Song Weiyang absolutely does not allow this situation to happen again. He hates it very much and has too many unpleasant memories.

　　 In the next half month, all plans were carried out steadily and orderly. Accompanied by local leaders, Zheng Xuehong visited and inspected many enterprises in Rongping City.

　　 When Song Weiyang's third year of high school started, Zheng Xuehong finally expressed satisfaction and said that he would return to Hong Kong City to transfer funds.

　　 "Brother, we are here to say goodbye." Zheng Xuehong smiled and walked into the living room.

　　 The living room is simply furnished, with only a dining table and steel wire bed. Song Weiyang slept on the steel wire bed. There was no closet. The clothes could only be put in boxes and put under the bed.

　　 Song Weiyang picked up the thermos and said, "Just sit down and I won't say hello."

　　 Zheng Xuehong and Chen Tao could only sit on the edge of the bed, the place was so narrow that they could not move their feet. They both held the freshly poured boiling water and did not speak.

　　 "Old Zheng leaves a phone call for me, and you won't come back until you receive my call." Song Weiyang exhorted.

　　 Zheng Xuehong asked: "What do you say after you come back? The government is not easy to fool around. They have been pressing hard these days. I wish I could invest in several companies in one go."

　　 "Don't worry about this," Song Weiyang smiled, "My brother-in-law has already left for the Special Economic Zone, and he will soon be able to get the license of the Hong Kong City Corporation."

　　 Song Shumin used to know a few friends in Hong Kong City when he was playing Sao. They didn’t have a deep relationship, but it was still possible to help register a leather bag company. Although my brother-in-law is a fan of fun, he won't lose the chain at critical times. Ask him to call Hong Kong City in the special zone and send money back after receiving the company license. There shouldn't be any accidents.

　　 At that time, in the name of Gangcheng Leather Bag Company, it will invest in the canning factory. With the nature of joint ventures, local leaders will inevitably give the green light all the way, not to mention tax relief, and bank loans can be easy.

　　 "Then I can rest assured," Zheng Xuehong said, smoking a cigarette, "brother, your Mayor Huang is very interesting."

　　 Song Weiyang asked: "What happened to him?"

　　 Chen Tao helped replied: "The Mayor Huang visited the hotel in person last night, hoping that we can invest in the winery."

　　 "Don't worry about him!" Song Weiyang laughed with anger.

　　 Many loss-making state-owned enterprises in the city are left alone, but they are investing in lucrative wineries. People who can do this are either stupid or bad!

　　 Mayor Huang is of course not stupid. The reason he did this is simple: the other companies are Fan Zhengyang’s direct descendants, and only the winery power is in his hands. The game between the two has entered a white-hot stage.

　　 Zheng Xuehong thief smiled and said: "I think, you can continue to contact him. "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" I read very well, and there is a trick called ‘Jiang Qian’s Stealing Books’."

　　 Song Weiyang spit out: "What kind of metaphor are you? The bull's head is wrong."

　　 "That's what it means anyway, you know." Zheng Xuehong also didn't know how to elaborate.

　　 Song Weiyang said: "Even if Jiang Gan steals the book, I am not Zhou Yu. Secretary Fan is the one. You can contact Secretary Fan at any time."

　　 "That's OK, I'll leave first." Zheng Xuehong stood up and said.

　　 "Goodbye, Song...little brother!" Chen Tao blinked and smiled.

　　 The two of them were sitting the Duke and left. First they had to go to Chen Tao's hometown to get money, and then go back to Zheng Xuehong's hometown together. After all, it would be dangerous for a girl to bring too much money alone.

　　 There was a torrential rain last night, the county road was extremely difficult to walk, and there were big puddles one after another.

　　 Zheng Xuehong felt distressed about the car, driving as slow as a tortoise, and it took half an hour to get to the town nearest to the city. At the time of the fair, the town was crowded and crowded, and the Duke's car could only move hard among the crowd.

　　 Suddenly, they heard a shout from the side of the road: "Come and see, touch the prize sale! Touch a few bottles in a bottle, you can't finish it in a year! Come and see, touch the prize sale..."

　　 This canned food seller is an ordinary worker in a cannery.

　　 Song Qizhi not only contacted the dealer, but also mobilized the workers to deal with the inventory. For every bottle of canned food sold, there is a commission of 20 cents. Workers who are short of money have borrowed tricycles to transport the canned food to the village and town market for sale.

　　 It's a pity that people are not enthusiastic about it, and no one patronizes it after shouting for a long time.

　　 An old farmer carrying a bamboo basket suddenly walked towards the stall. His brother-in-law will have his 60th birthday next month, planning to buy a bottle of canned food as a gift, and met him just in time for the fair.

　　 In the 1980s, farmers gave gifts as simple as pulling a piece of cloth or sending a towel. Canned food and malted milk extract were already considered very high-end gifts. But in the 1990s, towels and cloths were no longer available, and the delivery of cans seemed stingy. Everyone began to pay gifts.

　　 "How do you sell canned food?" the old farmer asked.

　　 The canned food worker saw the customer and said quickly: "Canned yellow peaches cost 3 yuan a bottle, and canned sweet oranges cost only 2 yuan and 5 cents."

　　 The old farmer shook his head repeatedly: "It's too expensive. The canned yellow peaches from other people only sell for 2 yuan."

The worker clutched a bottle of canned yellow peaches and said, "Uncle, you don’t understand. See if the authentic Xifeng brand canned food, the famous brand, can be compared to the wild brands out there? And ah, you buy the canned food. To be able to draw a lottery, as long as you are lucky and spend a bottle of canned food, you can buy several bottles back."

　　 The old farmer still found it too expensive and turned around to leave.

　　 Suddenly a child passed by the stall and saw the canned food with his eyes glowing. He dragged his mother's sleeve and said, "Mom, I want to eat canned food!"

　　"Taotao, canned food is too expensive. Mom will buy you tomatoes." Mother coaxed.

　　 "No, no, I want to eat canned food, I want to eat." The child refused to leave.

　　 mother angrily said: "I will beat you again!"

　　 "Wow, woohoo... I want to eat canned food, I want to eat canned food..." The child sat on the ground, hugging his mother's leg, crying.

　　 The cry was getting worse, and more and more people watched, and they persuaded: "If the kid wants to eat, you can buy it for him."

　　 The mother resolutely said: "No, you can't be spoiled!"

　　 "I want to eat, I want to eat! Wow wow wow..." The child is still crying, the more people there are, the more vigorously they cry.

　　 The canned food worker had an idea, and smiled: "Eldest sister, children are very greedy. I will give you this bottle of canned tangerine, no money."

　　 "Really don't need money?" Mother hesitated.

　　 "If you don't need money, can I lie to you with so many people?" The worker laughed.

　　 Mother took the can and thanked again and again: "Thank you, brother, you are so nice."

　　 The worker reminded: "There is a scratch area on the lid of the can. Scratch it to see if you have won a prize."

　　 The little boy burst into a smile instantly, stood up and said, "I'll shave!"

　　 The old farmer stood still, and leaned over to watch the kid scratch the prize.

　　 The child quickly scraped the coating away, and said: "One more...Mom, what does this word read?"

　　 My mother was illiterate and blushed and said, "You ask uncle."

　　 The worker exaggeratedly exclaimed: "Oh, the kids are so lucky! Here is another bottle and get it quickly."

　　 Mother was embarrassed: "Then what... You gave me this bottle. It would be too sad to give me another bottle."

　　 "It's okay, take it." The worker passed another bottle.

　　 The kid scratched the prize with great interest, but it was a pity that he didn't win it again.

　　 The old farmer was moved, and found three wrinkled dollars from his waistband: "Comrade, I'll buy a bottle of yellow peaches."

　　 "Old uncle, take it." The worker moved swiftly and smiled openly.

　　 The old farmer scratched the prize and handed it to the worker and said, "Comrade, you can help me see it."

　　 The worker exaggerated again: "It's hit, let's get another bottle, my uncle is lucky!"

　　 The old farmer scraped again and handed it to the worker. The worker shouted, "Hit again!"

　　 Scratched again, still hitting six bottles in one breath.

　　The onlookers were all dumbfounded. They had never seen such an easy win, and they quickly paid to try their luck.

　　 "Haha, I'm hit, let's get another bottle!"

　　 "I was hit too!"

　　 "Oh, what's your luck? I couldn't even buy three bottles."

　　 "You didn't wash your hands when you went out."

　　 "I don't believe in evil, give me another bottle!"

　　"..."

　　 The scene suddenly became crazy, UU reading www.uukansshu.com is no longer buying canned food, but buying lottery tickets.

　　 In just over ten minutes, the cans that the workers brought with tricycles were sold out, and his method of selling cans at village fairs was quickly promoted.

　　 Without the help of dealers, the workers took the initiative to help sell them everywhere in order to get commissions. The four districts and two counties of this city are not enough to divide the site. The workers even transported canned food to the next city—wherever they went, the local canned food market quickly fell, and their colleagues could only watch, unless they also lost money like this.

　　 When the inventory was halfway down, Song Qizhi quickly adjusted and reduced the winning rate from two-thirds to one-half, which is equivalent to half-price sales, but more popular than direct price reductions.

　　 In just over ten days, the cannery has returned more than 2 million funds.

　　 This is not only as simple as increasing the cash flow, but also enhancing the confidence of the majority of fruit farmers in the cannery.

　　The yellow peaches in Rongping City have a long history, and they were also made as tributes in the Ming Dynasty. In the 1980s, the government took the lead and grafted and cultivated new varieties. If the promotion is effective, selling yellow peaches to other places can increase a lot of income.

　　Unfortunately, the yellow peaches in Rongping City have not gone too far. They are only famous in neighboring cities and counties, and most of them are directly wholesaled to canneries as raw materials.

　　As the cannery ceased production, the fruit farmers were overwhelmed with anxiety.

　　 Because August and September are the seasons for the yellow peaches to be harvested, the ripe yellow peaches can only be kept fresh for more than ten days, and everything that cannot be sold will rot on the tree.

　　 I heard that there are Hong Kong companies investing in canning factories. I also saw that the canning factories have been selling well recently. Fruit farmers have spontaneously transported the yellow peaches to the factory door-on credit? Yes, just hit a white bar.

　　 Just like that, Song Weiyang didn't spend a penny, and the new canned fruits automatically entered the warehouse, and the canning factory's machines started working overtime.