Chapter 636 Let Niu Dawei be informed about this matter...
When Lin Feng saw the expressions of disgust and disdain on the villagers' faces, he remained silent and just watched quietly.
Zhou Jing and Wu Mei, on the other hand, were about to speak out, but were immediately stopped by Lin Feng's gesture.
He knew the anger in the two women's hearts.
It's just to accuse these villagers of being ignorant. Some people offer eight yuan a piece, which is a very good benefit, but they want to covet a higher price. It's really unreasonable.
You know, if they don't purchase it, the corn will really just rot in the fields.
It's just that if this is the case, it can't be said by them, it has to be said by others.
"Eight yuan is too little, at least it can't be lower than the price Niu Damao and the others charge."
"That is, if you don't say fifty, you can get a forty-five. For eight yuan, whoever sells it to him."
"That's right, we won't sell it to him."
"Eight yuan is too little. Even if it can be increased to 30 yuan, I will give it up and sell it all to them."
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None of the villagers recognized the price Lin Feng said.
This made Niu Damao feel very unhappy after hearing this.
He also thought that he only needed eight yuan a piece, which was a sufficient price.
Little did he know that these villagers actually wanted the price he paid for the corn before.
They are really some old haters who don't know the heights of the world and don't know how to judge the situation.
If it's good corn, you can negotiate the price.
But only a fool would believe this kind of corn, which the pigs won't even eat and still wants to sell it at a high price.
Therefore, Niu Damao was both happy and sad about the villagers' reactions.
What I am happy about is that there are also Sun Fugui, Sun Li, Zhou Ping, and uncle Niu Gaolong in their fields. There are at least tens of thousands of corns in the fields of these five families. If they sell for eight yuan a piece, it will cost 80,000 yuan.
What makes me sad is that I have been reduced to the point where I don’t even dare to refute the ultra-low price of eight yuan a piece, and I can only be suppressed by Lin Feng and the others.
This is undoubtedly a joke in the eyes of the villagers.
However, even if it costs eight yuan a piece, he can still make some money.
Therefore, he remained silent to the villagers' conversations.
As for Sun Weixing, Zhang Heizi, and Lao Zhang, they originally wanted to have a fit and have a few words of quarrel.
But seeing that even Lin Feng, Zhou Jingwu Mei and others remained silent, these few people endured it.
Suddenly, Uncle Li from the crowd came out and said to Lin Feng: "Lin Feng, can you raise the price a little bit, even if it's ten or forty yuan less, we'll sell it to you, how about that?"
"That's right, Lin Feng, we are all from the countryside, so please help us by paying forty yuan and collect our corn."
Aunt Zhang also walked out of the crowd and begged Lin Feng.
"That's right, Lin Feng, I watched you grow up after all. When you had no milk to drink, I fed you with my rice soup. In this way, you didn't starve to death. Now you look at our family's
All the corn is rotting in the ground, so we can't just ignore it. Can you help us and harvest our corn? I don't charge you fifty yuan, just forty yuan."
Grandma Cao also came out and started playing the emotional card.
Others also echoed.
They all looked at Lin Feng with longing eyes, hoping that Lin Feng would relent and raise the price.
After all, eight yuan for a piece of corn is too low.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Li, Third Aunt Zhang, and Second Grandma Cao, I can't fulfill your request.
Now the corn I harvest from Niu Da Mao costs eight yuan. If I harvest your corn again and the price is so much higher, what will he think?"
Lin Feng began to shift the conflict to Niu Damao.
He added: "Besides, as you have seen before, Niu Da Mao charges your corn for fifty yuan a piece, but in the end, you can only leave it on the ground to rot.
You also know that this kind of corn will not be eaten even if it is fed to pigs.
I guess it can only be used as fertilizer.
Therefore, the price I paid was eight yuan a piece, which is also a very high price.
You know, if your family has 10,000 sticks of corn, it costs 80,000 yuan.
Just imagine, you used to make so much money growing corn and sorghum.
Of course, if you don't agree with the price, I won't force it.
However, once I collect it all, the price of eight yuan will probably be gone.
Then it will be useless for you to beg me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Niu Damao immediately said to Lin Feng: "Boss Lin, the corn here is almost collected. There is still corn in my field. You can also collect it."
"no problem."
Lin Feng agreed wholeheartedly.
"Boss Lin, my family also has five acres of corn. You can also collect it. We only pay eight yuan a piece."
Sun Fugui also said immediately.
"Boss Lin, and my family."
Not to be outdone, Sun Li immediately said: "My family also has seven acres of corn."
"I have some at home too, Boss Lin, why don't you take them too?"
Zhou Ping also said quickly.
"No problem. After you count the corn here, you can check out, then pick the corn and deliver it to the door of my scorpion breeding base, and we will buy it there."
Lin Feng warned.
"Gotta get it, gotta get it."
Several people said hurriedly.
The villagers who wanted a high price all looked over with doubts and confusion on their faces.
After all, at such a low price, it is really unbelievable that Niu Damao and the other five would sell corn to Lin Feng.
After a while, 250 stalks of corn were selected from the corn on the floor, and there were more than 8,500 stalks of corn. That was a lot of corn.
Looking at the large pile of corn, Niu Damao had mixed feelings.
You know, he spent 180,000 yuan at the beginning, and he took out all the price difference earned from the hormonal hormone and put it in.
Later, Niu Dawei took another 260,000 yuan, and collected a total of 8,800 corns. According to the limit of 100 corns per household, that is, 88 households.
Eight thousand eight hundred sticks of corn cost 50 yuan each, which is 440,000 yuan.
This is to silence the villagers and prevent them from complaining.
Now these 8,550 sticks of corn cost 10 yuan each, which is 85,500 yuan.
In other words, they will lose 354,500 yuan.
This is tantamount to blood loss.
The problem is, Niu Dawei still accounts for the majority of the corn.
Niu Damao hasn't told Niu Dawei about this yet.
He was heartbroken and planned not to tell Niu Dawei, but to deal with it himself first.
Unexpectedly, when it was time to settle the money, Lin Feng suddenly asked: "Brother Damao, have you told Niu Dawei or Cheng Huiqiang about this matter? Don't wait until I give you the money, but they don't acknowledge it."
"That's right, Niu Da Mao, we should inform Niu Dawei about this. We can't do such a foolproof thing. After all, we have been fooled by you many times."