Divorce in middle age: starting with the manor system

"Most entrepreneurs can't make money without you!"

"Now it seems that I am ignorant. No wonder people say that people who understand the Internet are robbing money on the Internet!" Hong Tao sighed.

Yang Zhijun and Wu Jiashan looked at each other, and they both felt the shock in each other's eyes.

You know, last year Hengcheng's total agricultural output value reached 8.3 million yuan, the total industrial output value reached 29.94 billion yuan, and the total social commodity sales reached 16.7 billion yuan.

Lingying Culture's sales exceeded 1000 million in one night, which is simply an exaggeration.

Regarding Hong Tao's words, Wu Qingfeng smiled. Although it is cruel, most entrepreneurs really don't make as much money as most anchors. This is the reality.

"Brother, how much honey did you sell live in Ning County?" Yang Zhijun asked after calming down.

There is obviously a reason why my old friend was able to retain Wu Qingfeng to open a branch in Ning County.

"More than 3 catties, with total sales of more than 500 million!" Wu Qingfeng laughed.

Immediately, the three of Yang Zhijun were stunned again.

It was Hong Tao who spoke first again, and asked with some surprise: "So, you sell a catty of honey online for nearly 200 yuan per catty? Isn't it crazy to make money?"

Yang Zhijun and Wu Jiashan frowned. They also sold honey, at most a few tens of yuan a catty, but Wu Qingfeng said that the sales volume and sales amount must be close to 200 yuan per catty.

Although they said they were free to buy and sell, they still felt a little inappropriate.

Wu Qingfeng glanced at Hong Tao, smiled and shook his head: "The purpose of our Lingying culture is to help farmers!"

"Fu Nong?" Hong Tao was taken aback, puzzled.

Yang Zhijun and Wu Jiashan also looked at Wu Qingfeng, although their brows were still frowning.

But Fu Nong, speaking of their hearts.

Helping farmers will always be a heart disease for their local officials.

"That's right, this time Lingying Culture went to Simudi Village in Ning County to sell honey, because the honey in Simudi Village is very famous in our An City."

"In the past, beekeepers in Simudi Village sold a catty of honey for more than 20 yuan and 30 yuan, but we bought it at 80 yuan per catty!" Wu Qingfeng said.

"Eighty?" Yang Zhijun and the three were stunned.

You must know that they only bought a catty of honey for 50 yuan, but Wu Qingfeng bought it directly from the beekeeper at a price of 80 yuan.

"So, it seems that Lingying Culture sells expensively, but it doesn't actually make money. Excluding the live broadcast platform fee, honey cost, company staff's salary, anchor share, and taxes, in fact, Lingying Culture didn't make much money in the end."

"Take the first live broadcast on May 1000th. The total sales were more than [-] million, but the profit was only a few hundred thousand."

"Giving most of the profits to farmers, is this what you mean by helping farmers?" Yang Zhijun was inexplicably shocked.

Can he not be shocked?

No!

Because Wu Qingfeng can eat that part of the profit. In the past, Fengnong sold it for 30 yuan a catty, and Wu Qingfeng could still do it, but Wu Qingfeng didn't do that.

"No!" Wu Qingfeng shook his head.

Immediately, Feng Nong of Four Acre Village told the bad things about Hood and others.

"Damn it, don't be a son of man!" Yang Zhijun immediately slapped the coffee table when he heard that. The four cups of tea on the coffee table all jumped and almost fell down on the coffee table.

"It's abominable. In a society ruled by law, there are still profiteers who dare to do this. It's simply reckless!" Wu Jiashan was also very angry.

Hong Tao was no exception, with a look of anger.

The three of them are the out-and-out sons of farmers, how they don't know the hard work of the farmers, and they can calm down when they hear that treacherous middlemen like Hood are catching the blood of the hard-working farmers.

"Where are those people? Doesn't Huang Longting know? He's an idiot. I thought he was a bright moon. I didn't expect there to be such villains under his rule." Yang Zhijun looked at Wu Qingfeng and asked.

"Secretary Huang already knew about it. He said he would pay attention and investigate!" Wu Qingfeng laughed.

"That's good, these villains will always have a place in the prison!" Yang Zhijun said coldly.

Seeing that the three of them gradually calmed down, Wu Qingfeng said with a smile: "The so-called helping farmers is to help farmers open up sales channels."

"Just like the peak farmers in Simudi Village, why are they sucked by people like Hood? Because they have no channels, and the channels are controlled by Hood and even larger middlemen. They increase prices layer by layer, and finally sell them to consumers. , can be sold for more than 100 yuan a catty, or even hundreds of yuan a catty."

"And Lingying's cultural positioning is to help farmers, sell agricultural products, and maximize the benefits for farmers."

"At present, not only Simudi Village, but also Hengcheng, Lingying Culture has also cooperated with many farmers and small businesses."

"This is Fu Nong?" Yang Zhijun asked Wu Qingfeng with a straight look.

"That's right, this is the way Lingying Culture will go in the future!" Wu Qingfeng nodded.

"Amazing!" Yang Zhijun exclaimed.

Immediately, he looked at Wu Jiashan and Hong Tao and said, "Look, I'll just say, I can't make a mistake. When I first met Brother Wu, I knew that Brother Wu has courage and at the same time has the feeling of hometown. .”

"Look, if Brother Wu's idea of ​​helping the farmers is fully developed, then Hengcheng, no, even the farmers in the entire An City will be saved."

When Wu Jiashan and Hong Tao heard about Wu Qingfeng's helping farmers, they were also shocked and admired.

You must know that Wu Qingfeng is just a businessman in their eyes, but now, Wu Qingfeng is not only a businessman, but a patriotic businessman who cares about his hometown.

"Brother Wu, Lingying culture helps the farmers. On behalf of the Hengcheng government, Lao Wu and I will give our full support. In addition, Lao Wu and I also represent the hundreds of thousands of people in Hengcheng. Thank you in advance."

"You also know that helping farmers has always been a concern of the state and local governments. I personally hope that Lingying Culture will continue to do well." Yang Zhijun looked at Wu Qingfeng sincerely and said.

Wu Qingfeng was taken aback?

Good guy, he really is an official. Yang Zhijun's words are familiar to him, because Huang Longting also said it.

He really couldn't afford to wear such a big hat.

"Brother Yang, Brother Ang, me and Lingying Culture for helping the farmers, I don't need anyone to thank me, because not only me, but every employee of Lingying Culture, executives, and anchors are the sons of farmers, and Funong is our Should do."

"Also, the current Lingying culture is still very weak, and Funong will not happen overnight, and we have to take it slowly, but please rest assured, as long as Lingying culture exists, our corporate strategy of Funong will not change. !” Wu Qingfeng thought for a while and said.

"We understand that!" Yang Zhijun smiled and nodded upon hearing this.

He knew that Wu Qingfeng obviously didn't want to promise him anything, and he didn't care.

Helping farmers does not happen overnight, otherwise why does the country focus on farmers every year!

"Come on, I've talked so much, drink tea, drink tea!" Hong Tao glanced at Wu Qingfeng with admiration in his heart, quickly picked up the teapot, and poured it for Wu Qingfeng first.