Lin Chuan will not lose his mind because of anger.
He will comprehensively weigh any issue from the perspective of commercial interests.
It is impossible for him to continue investing in this market.
Xie Hongchen already had a preconceived idea. If he wanted to continue investing, the management department would not accept it.
And judging from the fact that Xie Hongchen purchased cotton for RMB 5 and invested no expense in building schools and hospitals, Wang Kaizhe must be providing financial support behind this.
If not for Xie Hongchen's stinginess, would he be so generous with his actions?
The amount of money invested was not just a million, but several hundred thousand, plus high-priced cotton.
This is obviously aimed at his supply channels, just to strangle his neck.
They are playing so well now, there is no need for him to spend money and energy playing with them.
The main thing is to avoid being sharp and solve problems quietly.
Maimaiti nodded, but still said with some embarrassment: "I do know a farmer. People here call him Harik.
He owns the largest cotton farm in the Western Region, and now he has at least millions of tons of special-grade cotton in his hands, and there is no management department to invest in it, so it is completely his own farm!"
Looking at Maimaiti's expression, Lin Chuan knew that this farm would not be that easy to win.
Adili followed up and said coldly: "Maimaiti, stop talking. It is impossible for Harik to sell cotton to Lin Chuan, and he will not sell cotton to anyone!"
This is a bit strange, why do you have cotton in your hands but refuse to sell it?
Maimaiti then explained: "Because Harik has a very weird temper. He only likes to make friends with brave people, but in his eyes, there are no truly brave people at all.
So he never had any friends. He just ran his farm and never sold the cotton he produced. He only sold some cotton when he was short of money.
But the location of his farm is very good, and the cotton he grows is of high quality, with a harvest of hundreds of thousands of tons every year!"
Hearing this, Lin Chuan asked directly: "Where is Harrick's farm? I want to see him!"
Adili was very opposed to it.
"Linchuan, don't go see him. Harry is a lunatic. Once, a businessman came from afar and wanted to buy his products, but Harry took the businessman to hunt in the desert.
As a result, the businessman was so frightened by the wolf that he peed his pants. He also liked to do strange things. Once, his house was even bombed. He was a complete madman!"
No matter who he is, Lin Chuan wants to meet him.
At seven o'clock in the evening, the weather also became windy and sandy.
With the whistling wind, Lin Chuan jumped onto the light truck prepared by Maimaiti.
Maimaiti covered her face and shouted: "Be careful on the road!"
Harik's farm is 50 kilometers away from Maimaiti's farm, and there are no roads in most parts of the farm. Coupled with the wind and sand, it is easy to get lost.
After all, the driver is someone who is very familiar with the road.
Even so, when the wind and sand are the strongest, you still have to take a rest first.
Fortunately, when it got dark, the wind and sand finally became smaller.
After a bumpy journey, finally at ten o'clock in the evening, we saw an earthen city with a little light of fire in front of us.
Because this place is too remote, fifty kilometers away from Fan City, there is no electricity yet.
Walking into the Tucheng, Lin Chuan felt as if he had traveled through several centuries and returned to ancient times.
You can even see torches used for lighting on the left and right sides of the road paved with blue bricks.
But even so, you can still hear the faint sound of the piano and the melodious singing.
It seems to be telling ancient stories and mysterious legends.
The driver said this place is called Batuk City and has a population of more than 5,000 people.
Just because it is so remote, the people here are also very poor.
And Harik's farm is just behind Batuk City.
When they arrived at the gate of the farm, the driver said he didn't want to go forward, so Lin Chuan could only walk into the farm by himself.
When Lin Chuan saw the endless cotton fields under the cold moonlight, he felt particularly shocked.
In this era of artificial cultivation, how many people are needed to cultivate such a large farm?
Just as Lin Chuan was walking and looking, someone suddenly shouted at the entrance of the courtyard in front: "Stop!"
The voice was a bit special, it was both noble and teasing, just like the shout of a noble.
Lin Chuan looked along the sound and saw a man wearing a colorful robe with a thin face and cold eyes. He actually held a flaming object in his hand.
"Please don't point that thing at me. It's obvious that I'm a human being, and I'm not a wild beast that breaks into your place!"
Lin Chuan also imitated his tone of voice.
In the end, Harrick really put the guy down and said coldly and arrogantly: "But you look like a lost sheep. Now tell me why you came to my farm. Are you trying to steal my cotton?"
He was scolded in such a noble and cold way.
Not only was Lin Chuan not angry, he actually found this Harrick quite humorous.
"I'm not here to steal your cotton, I'm here to buy your cotton. I know you are Harik, but there is a big gap between you and the Harik I imagined.
In my opinion, you are like an old man with something wrong with your pants, and are we still going to stand here and yell at each other? Shouldn't you invite me into the house, kill a sheep, and eat it with me?
Talk?"
However, Harik glared at Lin Chuan with disdain, turned around and entered the room, closing the door heavily.
I don’t want to welcome Lin Chuan at all.
But Lin Chuan directly kicked the wooden door, which was not very strong in the first place, to the ground.
However, Harik didn't show any anger at all. Instead, it was as if this place was not his home at all. He just sat quietly by the fire and looked at Lin Chuan expressionlessly.
Lin Chuan held the door up with his backhand, and then sat beside the fire.
Only then did he see Harry's face clearly.
I thought he was an old man, but turned out to be a man in his thirties.
Lin Chuan looked around and found that there was half a roast sheep in the cabinet next to him. He was not polite and put the sheep on the fire to roast it.
"Is there any naan? Give me one?"
Harry just snorted and said, "Don't you want to buy cotton? Come with me!"
After saying that, Harik stood up and came to the door, lifted up his robe and kicked the door, then stepped on the door and walked out of the house.
Lin Chuan followed closely and followed him to the warehouse.
The farm is big, and the warehouse is also big, almost several times the size of Maimaiti's warehouse. There are hundreds of thousands of tons of cotton in it, or even more.
Just when Lin Chuan was looking carefully, he suddenly heard the sound of the door behind him. He turned around and saw that Harik had closed the door and locked it directly outside.
Then Harik sneered and said: "If you can come up with it, I will sell the cotton to you!"
Lin Chuan laughed.
This Harry is really interesting.
You actually played this trick with them?
Did he really think he could be trapped?
Thinking of this, Lin Chuan said loudly: "Okay, if you don't open the door, I will burn your cotton here!"
However, Harik said disdainfully: "Go ahead and burn it. Don't forget, you are also in the warehouse. If it catches fire, you will also be burned to death."
You should think of other ideas, but now I have to go back to eat roast lamb, or make some naan or something!"
Lin Chuan saw that he couldn't scare him, so he looked around.
There was no light in the warehouse, and he couldn't light a match. A spark would destroy the cotton here.
But he had a flashlight that the driver left for him, which really came in handy.
He came to the wooden wall and pushed hard. The wooden wall was extremely strong and it was impossible to break it open.
But Lin Chuan wasn't in a hurry or nervous.
Instead, he looked around calmly.
But in the pile of cotton, there was a fork specially designed for inserting cotton.
Lin Chuan smiled knowingly, picked up the fork, went to the door, followed the crack in the door, and quickly pushed the door open.
In the room, Harik was eating, and the door was pushed open by Lin Chuan.
Harry was not surprised at all and just continued eating meat.
Lin Chuan felt that this Harik was really calmer than himself.
There seemed to be no stimulation that could make him feel nervous.
And he said very humorously: "Then eat some meat, but you still don't want to buy my cotton, because my cotton is not for sale!"
Lin Chuan didn't ask about the useless ones, and said directly: "If you don't want to sell it, then give it to me and tell me your conditions!"
Harry took a sip of wine and said, "Any conditions are acceptable?"