12dz Chapter 350 Don’t you know this yet?
Chapter 350 Don’t you know this yet?
The village chief brought everyone into his yard.
"What are you thinking now?"
Wang Biao looked at the people around him and stepped forward. "Uncle, you are all not young anymore. You have worked hard to farm for a year, isn't it just to make a little more money?"
The villagers next to him nodded, thinking that what he said made sense.
After all, no one would complain about making more money.
The village chief smoked one cigarette after another, and now he was in a dilemma.
"There are two options now. First, I will go and discuss with Boss Xia to raise the price. Second, everyone will stop selling and let us make vermicelli ourselves."
He asked someone to bring bamboo sticks and distributed them to all the villagers one by one.
"The bucket on the left is for selling sweet potatoes, and the bucket on the right is for making vermicelli. Start voting! After you vote, come to me and write your name."
No matter what, I have to give Xia Anan an explanation.
The few people who responded just now were decisive, but they hesitated when it came to voting.
"What are you voting for?" Wang Biao slammed the table, threw the bamboo stick in his hand into the bucket on the right, and wrote his name with a big stroke of the pen.
"If you all believe in me, then do it with me!"
After he said this, no one spoke at the scene.
Everyone here doesn’t understand the Internet, but does they understand Wang Biao?
In the car.
Xiaoling was a little worried and asked, "An'an, do you think we can take these sweet potatoes away today?"
They came here just for the sweet potatoes, but now they can’t take any sweet potatoes away. Hasn’t this been a waste of their trip?
Xia Anan shook her head and said, "I don't know."
If she were a villager here, it would be equally difficult to decide.
The phone vibrated twice. Xia Anan picked it up and saw that it was a message from Sun Haode.
They have brought people here.
Xia Anan asked them to wait outside the village first and she would send him a message before coming over.
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Looking at the car parked not far away, Wang Can asked, "Mom and Dad, what do you think?"
At first she just wanted to sell sweet potatoes, but she never expected things would turn out like this.
Wang Dafu held a cigarette in his hand but did not smoke it. "Selling sweet potatoes like this is indeed a little cheaper, but I won't sell them..."
He didn't say the rest, but Wang Can and her mother both knew that Wang Biao was unreliable.
The family of three stopped talking.
Other villagers nearby were discussing the results of these two methods, and many others remained silent like them.
Wang Can thought about it and made up his mind.
She said, "Mom and Dad, let's just sell sweet potatoes!"
Seeing that her parents were about to speak, she continued, "Listen to me, let alone Wang Can, there are not many people in our village who can make sweet potato vermicelli. It's not like steamed buns. If you say it works, it works. If it doesn't, you can keep it for yourself. But it has to be sold.
If we fail, we won’t be able to make back the money we earned from the sweet potatoes. In that case, we might as well sell the sweet potatoes.”
Although she lowered her voice, someone nearby still heard her words and nodded in agreement.
Many people in the village are two-faced, otherwise they would not be fooled by Wang Biao's just two words.
Most of the people who are being deceived nowadays are like this. They don’t have enough knowledge, but they want to make money beyond their knowledge...
It is not easy for the villagers to grow sweet potatoes. They have to plant them in the hot summer, water them, turn the vines, spray pesticides, and finally dig them out manually. It takes a lot of effort.
He waved his hand and said that he could make more money by making vermicelli, so he did it. But what about those who sold sweet potatoes during the New Year?
Even if he could really make money by making vermicelli, Wang Can would accept it.
She continued to persuade her parents: "Besides, if we can make ourselves familiar to Boss Xia, maybe she will hire us next year, and we won't have to worry about selling sweet potatoes in the future."
No matter what Wang Biao said, Wang Can felt that he was unreliable.
Wang Dafu and his wife looked at each other and thought about how they had begged the buyers to sell them sweet potatoes a few days ago.
My daughter is right!
"Okay! Then mom and dad will listen to you this time."
The two of them no longer hesitated, took the bamboo sticks in their hands and walked to the bucket where sweet potatoes were sold, and then wrote their names in front of the village chief.
When Wang Biao turned around and saw this scene, he immediately felt unhappy.
He walked over quickly, his face full of displeasure: "Wang Can, what's going on in your family? Why did you sell the sweet potatoes?"
Wang Can was frightened by his overbearing appearance and took a step back: "What's wrong? Isn't this voting voluntary? What's wrong with our family wanting to be more stable?"
But Wang Biao didn't listen to her at all. He looked heartbroken and wanted to snatch the note from the village chief's hand and erase Wang Dafu's name.
"Wang Can, when the time comes, we'll make vermicelli and you can do the live broadcast. Can't we make money together? Think about the money you made from the live broadcast yesterday! You sell sweet potatoes? How much can you make from selling sweet potatoes for ten years?"
Wang Can was almost fooled by his yell.
A large part of the reason why so many people came to watch my live broadcast was because Xia Anan’s fans came to support me, and also because sweet potatoes have been very popular recently, which led to the effect yesterday.
I am a contented person.
Let’s not talk about whether Wang Biao can make sweet potato vermicelli. Even if he can, will it still be popular?
Wang Biao is not the only smart person in the world. If he can think of making vermicelli, so can others.
Is it even necessary to ask whether it is faster to do it in the factory or in the village?
Wang Dafu protected Wang Can behind him and said, "Xiao Biao, your aunt and I are old and don't want to go through this anymore."
Wang Biao was so angry that his nose was sniffing: "If I make money later, don't say I didn't bring you with me!"
"Alright, alright."
Seeing that the quarrel between the two families was getting more and more serious, Village Chief Wang quickly stood up to smooth things over.
"As I said just now, this vote is based on the wishes of our villagers. Vote for whatever you want to do and don't worry about others."
Wang Can took his parents a step back and now felt more and more that his decision was correct.
It would be strange if someone like Wang Biao could really make money.
Half an hour later, Village Chief Wang came to Xia Anan's car with the note he had compiled.
"Boss Xia, we just thought about it. If we continue to sell sweet potatoes to you, we need to raise the price..."
After hearing what he said, Xia Anan could accept it, as it was within her expectations.
As for Wang Biao, who didn't want to sell it to her, she didn't want to accept the soil from him.
"That's it. I'll have someone come over to pick it up. You can also send someone to go to the factory to weigh it. I'll pay you in the end."
Xia Anan called Sun Haode, and two large trucks drove over.
Actually, the plan was to make more trips, but now there are no sweet potatoes, so one trip is enough.
After loading all the sweet potatoes into the car, Xia Anan and her companions were stopped when they were about to leave.
"Boss Xia! Wait a minute!"