After Wang Juan left, Bai Yonghui didn't wait for news until the persimmons were covered in frost. Instead, he waited for the Koreans.
This morning.
The village is immersed in the coldness of winter. The air, paths, glass windows, and brick and stone walls all seem to be covered with a thin layer of frost.
The fire pit became cold in the second half of the night, and it was cold inside the house when I woke up. I heard that later, for the sake of environmental protection, it was not allowed to be burned, and it was changed to an electric kang board, which was hard for people to sleep on.
Bai Yonghui got up shivering, put on his clothes, wiped his face randomly, ate his food and left.
His wife asked: "Isn't there some e-commerce store? Are you still going to pick it up?"
"E-commerce hasn't figured it out yet. Who knows if it will work? You can't lose both ends. You have to entertain when you need to... Damn it, what a stupid stick!"
Bai Yonghui cursed and got into the van and headed to the county.
He had not grown persimmons before. He had farmed in the village and worked outside. He came back after hearing that he had made money selling persimmons in his hometown and set up a cooperative.
It would indeed be profitable, but it only lasted 4-5 years before the Koreans began to lower prices.
Just like Wang Jun said, what economic means...
At about nine o'clock in the morning, he returned with three Koreans. The leader was named Jin Yongshun. He was short, with small eyes and big cheeks. He was also in his 40s.
"Ah Yixi! Is this tree still alive?"
When passing by the thousand-year-old tree, Jin Yongshun sighed habitually: "It's amazing. Is it really more than a thousand years old?"
"Of course, the trees of the Tang Dynasty, do you know about the Tang Dynasty?"
"I know, I know, Yeon Gaesumun, a great hero, defeated the army of the Tang Dynasty!"
Who is Yeon Gae So Moon?
Bai Yonghui was uneducated and confused. He only listened to Jin Yongshun and his accomplices muttering a few words in Korean.
Fortunately, he couldn't understand. If he could understand, he would know what they were saying: "It's a pity that such a sacred tree should be born here. It should be born in our country..."
Soon we arrived at the village.
Jin Yongshun, like Wang Jun, went to the factory to look at the dried persimmons, but his attitude was much more picky. Sometimes this was not good, and sometimes that was not good, and he looked very disgusted.
"Your fruits this year are too small and do not meet our standards."
“There are indeed a few special fruits this year, but based on past export numbers, we can fully meet your needs.”
"Hey, our market is huge. We want a lot this year."
Jin Yongshun shook his head and said: "Besides, there are more and more places in China making persimmons, and the quality is no worse than yours. We come here to take a look, and then we have to go to other places."
"Our Fuping persimmons are guaranteed to be the best. With the weather cooperating this year, the frost will come out faster."
Bai Yonghui hid his disgust and talked about business dealings.
He has learned this a long time ago!
Although these Koreans are all disgusting, they actually want it to death, just to keep the price down. He had been deceived a few years ago, and he was afraid that the other party would not want it, so he had to sell it at a low price.
Now he understands but there is nothing he can do.
The Koreans can use up the persimmons, and when the persimmons have to be sold, they will eventually have to come to them.
Bai Yonghui accompanied them around a lot, and then returned to the county to entertain them. This was much more expensive than Wang Juan's. These guys felt like they were dying after seeing the meat and fruit.
It looks like the Korean team in the Winter Olympics, scolding the food for being bad while stealing beef and watermelon to eat...
Bai Yonghui wanted to talk about the price several times, but he was always put off. He only said that he would inspect it for a few days and then make a decision. This was their habit of stalling.
…
Several days passed like this.
Jin Yongshun was finally willing to negotiate the price, and he started wrangling as usual, finding fault with the persimmons and saying, "We are old friends, but your quality this year is really not good.
In the past, special fruit cost 8 yuan and ordinary fruit cost 5 yuan, but this year we can only give 7 yuan and 4 yuan."
"Four dollars?"
Bai Yonghui almost jumped up and said: "When you first came to buy it, it was 2 yuan, and later it was 6 yuan. Our persimmons are getting better and better, why are they not as good as a few years ago? No, no, no!"
"Oh, okay, it's okay if you say it. Our national consumers are very picky. Everyone has a high income. We don't need these few dollars. The key is that we don't like your ordinary fruits, so we can only sell them cheaply."
Another pull.
Jin Yongshun seemed to have made a lot of determination and said: "Let's do this. For the sake of old friends, we are willing to pay 9 yuan for the special fruit, but only 4 yuan for the ordinary fruit. This is the highest price!"
"this……"
Bai Yonghui hesitated and said, "Let's think about it."
"Of course. I'll come back tomorrow, but we have to do it as soon as possible. We plan to leave."
…
Jin Yongshun and others returned to the hotel.
One of them, a young man, probably a nephew, brought it out to practice, and worried: "If we lower the price so low, will they stop selling it?"
"How could it not be sold?"
Jin Yongshun was full of confidence and said: "Your uncle and I came here ten years ago and have already controlled the industries of these farmers. We are their biggest customers. Who can they sell to?"
"Yes, South Korea is a developed country. Just collect from these low-end markets and ship it back to double the profit."
Persimmons are also produced in South Korea, but the output is too small and the price is extremely expensive.
They sell them by the piece, with a persimmon cake retailing for 12 yuan, a bottle of persimmon vinegar selling for 74 yuan, and persimmon ice cream costing 40 yuan each.
"Don't worry, if we go there tomorrow, they will definitely greet us with smiles and obey us obediently!"
"Yeah, it's been like this for all these years!"
…
That afternoon.
Bai Yonghui sat on the kang and smoked silently, as if there were two villains fighting in his mind. One said to sell it, and the other said to wait.
His wife also advised: "How about selling it? Anyway, I make hard money every year, so I won't be short of anything this year."
"But I'm waiting for Xin'er!"
"What should you do if they don't care about you? Or if they charge lower prices than Koreans, what should you do? The money you get is yours."
"You're an ignorant woman, why are you criticizing me all the time? I'll give you a slap in the face!"
Bai Yonghui was so annoyed that he would scold him whenever he opened his mouth, and his wife would scold him. This was a daily routine.
Regardless of the Weinan government's vigorous propaganda about how e-commerce can support farmers, in everyone's opinion, as long as the money is not in your pocket, everything is nonsense.
It is not easy to get rich in rural areas. There are various obstacles.
If everyone responded positively and worked hard when the government called on them, poverty alleviation work would not have to be so difficult.
"..."
Bai Yonghui smoked cigarette butts all over the floor and wanted to discuss it with the people in the cooperative. In fact, he was mentally prepared. The worst result was that the Koreans would lower the price again, which was nothing.
Just as he got off the kang and walked out, his phone vibrated.
His heart skipped a beat and he glanced at the incoming call.
…………
Early the next morning.
Jin Yongshun and others arrived at the village confidently.
When I looked outside Bai Yonghui's house, I saw a red minivan parked on the not-so-wide village road. The car looked quite fashionable, with an M printed on it.
"McDonald's?"
“When did McDonald’s get a car?”
Jin Yongshun came to the door and saw Bai Yonghui, who was smiling and chatting with two people. When he turned his head and saw Jin Yongshun, his eyes suddenly widened.
The old and new grudges of being bullied over the past few years surged into my heart, and I picked up a shovel with confidence.
"You're a thief! How dare you come here!"
"You idiot, you can run away if you can. If I catch you, I'll take your shit out of you!"