The main reason is that Xu Santi’s conditions are too harsh.
The most hateful thing is that when the Japanese businessmen saw that the village suffered a hailstorm, they temporarily modified the conditions.
The originally promised investment of 30,000 yuan was cut in half, and the village also had to sign an unequal treaty with them.
That is to say, in the next one hundred years, the Japanese will have priority in purchasing the herbal medicines produced in the medicinal fields.
The place in the village that is suitable for cultivating medicinal fields is where they grow crops.
This means that the crops must be plowed, and the medicinal herbs must be grown, and the medicinal herbs produced must be sold to the Japanese.
Yu Red Army yelled angrily.
"Fuck you, you are taking advantage of the situation."
Xu San spread his hands and said helplessly.
"Taijun... Well, I'm talking about those noble Japanese businessmen. They have the most advanced herbal cultivation technology. Under their guidance, the medicinal fields here will definitely have bumper harvests year after year." p>
"And our purchase price is not low. It is definitely much higher than what the drug farmers in the city offer. It is very suitable for you to use this money to buy grain."
At this moment, Xu San seemed to regard himself as Japanese.
He continued to persuade.
"And the gentlemen also said that as long as you agree to sign this agreement, they can give you dividends, at least one thousand yuan..."
Yu Hongjun's hands were shaking with anger.
This beast...
Did he forget who raised him so big?
It's better now, we can share "our" with the Japanese.
According to Yu Hongjun's temper, he would definitely pull out his belt and give this kid a good beating.
But when he thought of the hailstorm and the losses suffered by the villagers, he could only suppress the anger he was holding in his heart.
After being silent for a long time, Yu Hongjun still said in a muffled voice.
"I will hold a village meeting tomorrow to discuss it and then give you an answer."
Xu San said with a smile.
"Okay, let's go slowly without seeing you off."
When the Red Army was far away, Xu San trotted into the rooms of several Japanese businessmen and reported the situation to them.
"Mr. Tsumura, Mr. Yamama, Mr. Iguchi, I have already told the village chief your conditions."
Although Tsumura is a Japanese businessman, he is also a "China expert".
At this time, Tsumura asked in broken Chinese.
"What is your opinion, village chief? Do we need to add some leverage, such as increasing the purchase price..."
Xu San was eager to express himself, so he rejected it directly, and then said:
"No, Mr. Tsumura, I know the village chief, he will definitely agree."
"Speaking of it, this hailstorm was really good. If it hadn't affected the harvest in the fields, the village would still owe a lot of money, and the village chief would never have agreed."
Tsumura looked at Xu San with some disgust.
After Xu San left, he told his companions the news Xu San brought.
Jingguchi chuckled.
"Tsumaru, this is a good thing. We want to seize the traditional Chinese medicine industry. The more people like this, the better. We must reuse Xu San and give him generous benefits. Only in this way can we attract more people like Xu San to join us."<
/p>
"When we squeeze all the value out of them, we can leave these people to fend for themselves."
Tsumura nodded heavily.
"Hi, I understand."
.......
Huangfu Mo and his party took the train, and finally arrived at their destination—Northeast China!
He is a good friend of Mr. Shao. He also grew up in the Northeast when he was young. Later, due to the war, he followed his family to seek refuge in Hong Kong City. It took more than ten years.
This time, I was entrusted by Mr. Shao to purchase traditional Chinese medicine in the mainland.
Since Sanxian Oral Liquid requires the use of ginseng, Schisandra chinensis and other traditional Chinese medicines, Huangfu Mo naturally set his destination here.
At this time, the old capital was retaken.
An inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.
Kong Shuncheng asked from the side.
"Mr. Huangfu, why are you so familiar with this place?"
He is an official from the Northeast region. Because Huangfu is a Hong Kong overseas Chinese, he has heard that the other party is willing to invest and build factories here to revitalize the herbal medicine economy, so the official specially arranged for him to accompany him.
Huangfu Mo came back from his thoughts.
"We are about to arrive. Just across the mountain road in front of us is the village. Although the village is not big, it is one of the distribution centers for medicinal materials because it is next to the Daxingan Mountains. It is very famous nearby."
Kong Shuncheng was very curious.
"Mr. Huangfu, how did you know this news?"
Huangfu Mo said with a smile.
"Because I grew up here..."
He introduced it eloquently.
Several people listened very seriously.
But when they rounded the mountain road ahead, they were all stunned by the scene in front of them.
On a large piece of flat black land, soybean seedlings lay scattered on the ground. The pods were smashed and some leaves were withered yellow. It was obvious that they would not live long.
The Baomi field next to it is in the same miserable state.
The smile on Huangfu Mo's face solidified.
Kong Shuncheng asked.
"What's going on?"
Huangfu Mo observed for a while and said.
"It must have been a disaster. I don't know the details. Let's go to the village and have a look. I hope nothing happens."
Everyone lost their interest in talking for a while, quickened their pace, and continued walking towards the village.
The distance from the farmland to the village was very close. Huangfu Mo and the others walked for about 20 minutes and could already see the fence at the entrance of the village. But strangely, they didn't see anyone along the way.
Everyone was a little surprised.
What is going on?
When they got closer, they vaguely heard noisy sounds coming from the village.
Several people looked at each other, quickened their pace again, and soon arrived at the place where the sound came from.
A group of people are gathered here, seemingly having a meeting.
Huangfu Mo and the others quietly approached and listened. After only a moment of listening, they already understood the whole story.
It turns out that the village suffered a hailstorm that is rare in a century. It is the end of the year and the crops are not harvested. At this time, several Japanese businessmen want to invest here, cultivate medicinal fields and purchase medicinal herbs. The village chief Yu Hongjun is seeking everyone's opinions. p>
The villagers split into two factions, arguing with each other.
But because the Japanese gave too much money.
So in general, most villagers tend to agree to accept Japanese investment and cultivate medicinal fields.
Huangfu Mo raised his eyebrows.
It’s only 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. Are these people crazy for selling their specialty products at such a low price?
And he also promised to sign a one-hundred-year treaty.
It’s so funny, even internationally, the longest contract is only ninety-nine years.
How long has it been since this happened? Some people are still used to kneeling.
Although everything happened for a reason, Huangfu Mo was still half-dead by these people.
Thinking of Mr. Shao's instructions before leaving, Huangfu Mo made up his mind to stop this transaction.
.......
Yu Hongjun had already counted the opinions of most people at this time, he sighed and said.
"Since everyone has no objection, then..."
A flash of expectation flashed in Xu San's eyes.
Tsumura, Iguchi and other Japanese businessmen also had happy expressions on their faces as if they had taken the bait.
But at this moment, a discordant voice sounded out of thin air.