When Jiang Xiaobai woke up from his sleep, the voices of passers-by came to his ears. They were passers-by talking about why the three of them were sleeping here.

When I opened my eyes, it was almost daylight. I felt itchy all over my body, and then I realized that there were countless mosquito bites all over my body.

He quickly woke up Wang Xiaojun and Liu Aiguo, took out a crumpled food stamp from his arms and handed it to Wang Xiaojun.

"Go buy some steamed buns." This food stamp was a national food stamp that Jiang Xiaobai's father had given him in exchange for before he jumped in line. Jiang Xiaobai had never been willing to use it.

"Okay, Brother Xiaobai." Wang Xiaojun took the food stamps, sat up from the hard board, stretched his neck, and went to the food station to exchange for steamed buns with the food stamps.

Jiang Xiaobai and Liu Aiguo restored the wooden board to its original state, and then asked passers-by where the address of Song Wei's country was.

When Wang Xiaojun bought the steamed buns back, one of the three of them ate two white-flour steamed buns, just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit. There was no taste at all.

The remaining two steamed buns were held in paper bags, and Jiang Xiaobai was reluctant to eat them. The three of them walked in the direction of Song Weiguo, who lived in the county town and was not very far from the supply and marketing cooperative, only about ten minutes away.

almost there.

The three of them sat down against the wall at the entrance of the alley, waiting for Song Weiguo to come out from work. People passing by all morning would look at the three of them with confusion, and some even wanted to give them some food.

At around 8 o'clock in the morning, the sun had already risen very high. Song Weiguo finally came out of the alley on his bicycle. Jiang Xiaobai and the other three hurriedly rushed forward. Three large living people suddenly jumped out, startling Song Weiguo.

After seeing the person clearly, Song Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief, got off his bicycle, and asked impatiently.

"How did you find this? Didn't I tell you yesterday? Our factory can't buy it for you. If you need it, go to the supply and marketing cooperative. Why are you so stubborn? It's useless even if you pester me."

"Have you had breakfast, Chief Song? You can try the hot steamed buns. I just bought them from the food station." After yesterday's experience, Wang Xiaojun's head finally turned around and his sharp tongue finally came in handy.

"Come here, Chief Song, I will push the bicycle for you while you eat the steamed buns." Liu Aiguo also took the bicycle from Song Weiguo neatly.

"I'm telling you not to do this. Even if you say Potian, our factory won't be able to produce cans and bottles for you." Song Weiguo said with a wry smile. He said nothing and refused to accept the steamed buns handed over by Wang Xiaojun. It's not that he didn't want to help. In fact,

There is no way to help.

"We are not here to ask the factory to produce cans and bottles for me," Jiang Xiaobai said.

"You're not asking the factory to produce cans and bottles for you, then what are you doing?" Song Weiguo asked with some confusion after listening to Jiang Xiaobai's words.

"That's right, I heard that our factory has a batch of unwanted cans and bottles that need to be disposed of..." Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.

"Waste cans..." Song Weiguo muttered, and his eyes lit up. Yes, why didn't he think of it yesterday? He just thought that Jiang Xiaobai and the others needed to design new molds like the canneries in the city, so he didn't think of it.

That batch of cans and bottles.

"Where did you get the news?" Song Weiguo looked at Jiang Xiaobai curiously and asked.

"Don't worry about it. We have our information channels. Just tell us if you want to deal with it?" Jiang Xiaobai asked with a smile.

"It does happen, but I almost forgot if you didn't mention it. Are you going to..." Jiang Xiaobai interrupted Song Weiguo before he could say the last three words, "How much do you want?"

"We are going to see where the factory is going to dispose of this batch of waste products. Then we will pick them up and use them. Chief Song, you know that we rural people..." Jiang Xiaobai started to pretend to be stupid and complained again.

"Why don't you come here? Your rural areas are suffering..."

"Yes, our rural areas are miserable. You think otherwise, we would take the people to take them directly from the warehouse, which would save you the trouble. We don't need wages, just take care of the meals. Of course, if you really feel sorry for it, give it to us."

If we ask for wages, then we will be disrespectful..."

Before Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, Song Weiguo took the bicycle from Liu Aiguo and started to leave. He had never seen such a shameless person.

"No, Chief Song, I was joking with you just now, we really want to buy it." Jiang Xiaobai quickly grabbed the back seat of Song Weiguo's bicycle.

"Okay, let's talk while we walk." Song Weiguo's mouth twitched, are you kidding? If I dare to promise you, I believe you will dare to empty the warehouse without saying a word.

"Hey, Section Chief Song, I'll pay 3 cents for a bottle like this." Jiang Xiaobai responded.

"Five cents, I won't pay the price that the factory sells to the cannery in the city."

"For 4 cents, Chief Song, no one will buy your batch of cans and bottles except us."

"A dime, it can't be lower. The quality of our products is very good. To be honest, it's just the people from the city cannery that go back on their word..."

"Five cents, Chief Song, you have to understand the difficulties of our farmers."

"8 cents, the lowest price. If you don't want it, I'll take care of it..."

"It's 5 cents. Chief Song, you still have to pay for the labor..."

After several rounds of back-and-forth between Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo, the deal was concluded at 5 cents per can, which was a quarter of the market price. Jiang Xiaobai could no longer hide the smile on his face.

"Okay, you have such a mouth, tell me, how many cans and bottles do you want?"

Song Weiguo said with some helplessness. He had to say that he was able to agree to this price for Jiang Xiaobai because he was partly moved by Jiang Xiaobai's miserable sale. Otherwise, given the character of the current state-owned factory, he wouldn't buy it for you even if he didn't mind smashing it for a penny.

"I want 5,000 first and give you one-third of the deposit of 83 yuan. I will give you the remaining money in three months."

After Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, he saw that Song Weiguo was about to refuse, and quickly started complaining mode again: "Chief Song, you also know that our rural areas have not yet finished harvesting food..."

Song Weiguo hesitated. It was normal to pay one-third of the deposit when buying something. The city cannery had paid one-third of the deposit in advance, so now it would not be a loss if he bought it to Jiang Xiaobai for a quarter of the price.

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If Jiang Xiaobai represented another state-owned factory, Song Weiguo would definitely agree without hesitation, but now Jiang Xiaobai represents himself.

"Chief Song, we farmers are always talking with each other, and the state-owned factories may go back on their words. If we sign a contract, I will not only want your 5,000 cans, but also the remaining 15,000 cans."

, if you can't buy it before the Chinese New Year this year, I will make up for the 5,000 cans and bottles for you at the price of ten cents."

Jiang Xiaobai patted his chest and said righteously.

"Okay, you little comrade is brave. After we go back and sign the contract and pay the money, you can go get the goods."
Chapter completed!