About ten minutes after Zhang Ben went downstairs, Cha Ji came to my room.
"What do you want from me, brother Xiangnan." Chaji smiled and greeted me.
"Sit down, sit down and talk." I raised my head and replied.
"Okay." Chucky nodded and sat down on the chair.
I raised my hand and took out 10,000 yuan from the drawer, put it on the table, pressed it down with my hand and said, "Brother Chaji, we have done something before, so I won't be polite to you. Ang, Kun." Mr. Li asked me to get some information. I don’t have a clue. Please help me inquire. If you have any information, just tell me."
After saying that, I pushed the money over.
When Chaji heard what I said, he was stunned for a few seconds, then scratched his nose, and without accepting the money first, he said with some hesitation: "I can help with other news, but it's a copycat... I really don't dare to contact you. ...He and we are mortal enemies...I can't get any information about this."
"How little money?" I asked bluntly.
"It's not about money." Chaji was really hesitant.
I glanced at him again, then lowered my head and said casually: "Forget it."
When Chaji heard me, he stopped insisting so quickly. He was stunned again, scratched his head and said, "Thank you for understanding Ang."
"...I'm asking you to do something, why are you so polite, haha." I threw the money directly into the drawer.
"Then I'll go back first." Chaji stood up and asked.
"OK."
I nodded in reply and got up to see him off. As I was walking downstairs, Chaji casually chatted with me for a few words and then asked in a casual tone: "Brother Xiangnan, the payment for goods was robbed this time. Mr. Kunli is standing by." Be angry."
"That's for sure. The payment belongs to the customer. What a bad image." I glanced at Cha Ji's back with my hands behind my back and said calmly.
"Hey, how do you think Soton knows where we are trading?" Chaji asked doubtfully.
"Mr. Kun Li said someone would deliver some, and he asked me to check this matter. Where should I go to check it?" I replied helplessly.
"...Haha, it's quite difficult."
"Brother Chaji, please keep an eye out for me. If anyone seems to be amiss, tell me hello. I have a damn Shang Fang Sword now. If you are in the middle or below, you don't need to report it. You can kill it directly, haha." I said with a puff. .
"OK."
Chucky walked to the door and nodded seriously.
"Then I won't give it to you. My wife bought me a lot of books. I have an assessment next time. I have to go back and take a look." I stood on the steps and said with my hands behind my back.
"Okay, I'll go back first."
"Bye-Bye."
We watched Chaji walking towards home with our hands behind our backs. We were silent for a moment, then turned around and headed back to the house.
"How was the conversation?" Guangming asked, wearing shorts and stretching his waist.
"It feels a bit weird. He doesn't even want to pay. It's not like his character." I stopped at the door and started chatting with Guangming.
"He didn't ask for it." Guangming was also a little surprised.
"Ah, he said that Shanzhai and Yuzhai have always been at odds with each other, and he didn't dare to get information about this." I replied speechlessly.
"What a fool, he dares to touch the internal struggle in Yuzhai. Now I think it's dangerous to rely on copycats and fool idiots," Guangming said with a frown.
"That's how I calculated it. Besides, I didn't ask him to find out anything about the 10,000 yuan. He didn't dare to take it. After all my efforts, there was no result. I can still go to his house to ask for this. Money is gone, so he is a bit weird today." I took out a cigarette and pursed my lips.
"...Then what do you think?" Guangming said to me with a wink.
"Fuck, I'll give you a call. Last time Beibei saw a doctor, there were two locals who stayed with her. It must have been you who said hello, he has someone on hand," I quickly replied.
"Yes, it's right to let you punish me. The number of cars and people in Yuzhai is so obvious that we can't even move..." Guangming nodded in agreement.
In this way, while Guangming and I were smoking at the door, we contacted Zhang Jun. I told him my idea, and he agreed immediately, and then let me take the letter.
I hung up the phone, called Zhang Ben over to chat for a few words, and then went upstairs to sleep.
…
After three days in a row, there was still no word from Zhang Jun, and I had to be busy with other things. Kunli allocated the old farmers and land to me and asked me to be responsible for poppy cultivation.
In fact, there is no technical content in this matter. As soon as I received this job, Ma Xiaoyou came. We were tired of it for several days. I didn’t even go down to the mountain to have a look. This is really unreasonable. .
On this day, I, Laoxian, Zhang Ben, and Yuzhai's three big waves, plus Li Hao, Guangming, Zhiwei, Nanmanzi, Han Dayan, and Yuzhai's five ques, strolled down the mountain.
When I got to the foot of the mountain, I found Hai, the old farmer leader. Time has changed, and many gangs have changed on the mountaintop of Yuzhai, but this old farmer still grows poppies here. The rise and fall of that dynasty has nothing to do with him. As long as you give money, he will help you plant it. As for who has the final say on this piece of land, it has no influence on him at all.
Starting in 1997, Xiao Mengla shamelessly announced to the outside world that all the drug cultivation areas here have disappeared and are gone. We want to develop the tourism industry. We are clean, we are pure, and we are better than old virgins. Still pure.
But this is just a fool's errand. Mongla has indeed been biased towards the development of the tourism industry since 1997, but where does the money for tourism development come from?
Casinos appeared out of thin air one after another and began to bloom everywhere. They seemed to be trying to catch up with the little Macau. Where did these original funds come from?
There is indeed less planting, that's right.
But to say that it will be completely eliminated is completely bragging. It is just like not letting farmers in the Northeast grow rice. Unless the government sends money to every door and supports the farmers without any need, otherwise, this industry will not be completely wiped out. There is demand. , there is a market.
Moreover, he has been doing this for too many years and has formed a habit. Besides, this place is suitable for growing opium poppy and it is easy to sell. If you let him grow crops, the income will be small and no one will buy it.
We spent the whole afternoon walking around with the old farmers. When we walked to the poppy fields, the beauty was beyond description. Under the blue sky and white clouds, countless seas of white flowers swayed in the breeze. From time to time, there were a few bright red flowers. Now in the sea of flowers, it is like a plum blossom blooming alone in the cold winter...
The scenery is charming and intoxicating.
This is because Ma Xiaoyou left in a hurry and didn't have time to see her, otherwise she would have to spend the whole afternoon taking photos here.
"Hey, Mr. Hay, why are there no plantings in the open field over there?" I asked, pointing to the empty field in the distance.
"...Haha, Mr. Kun Li won't let you plant." Hai shook his head helplessly, and then continued: "I have never understood that if you have more varieties, you will sell more money. I don't understand why he controls our output... .”
When I heard this, I was speechless for a while, and even smiled without saying anything. This guy Kun Li didn't read in vain. He did pick up something from books on European management experience.
The old farmer and Yuzhai have a cooperative relationship, and people are free. In other words, if you want 100 kilograms in Yuzhai, and I grow 150 kilograms and give them to you, what do you do with the remaining fifty kilograms? You can't burn them. , then I will definitely sell it to someone else, otherwise I will feel bad.
Therefore, Kun Li simply won’t let you, old farmer, have this opportunity to feel sorry for you, and just give us the amount of goods our Yuzhai requires. It’s definitely not possible to have multiple varieties. I won’t accept it because I’m anxious, because the stragglers around Yuzhai have already Clean everything up and prevent you from contacting others at all. You can just grow poppies for me without any worries. I will give you an appropriate price increase and that will be it.
This completely enslaving style of play blocks your way out, so you can only sell to me. The fewer goods on the market, the more stable the price will be.
But the simple old farmer is used to this kind of operation and doesn't think about anything else at all. You can see from his confusion how pitiful these people are...
"How many open spaces like this do you have here?" I asked, walking with my hands behind my back.
"At least half." Hai replied.
"Oh, so you are dissatisfied, do you make enough money to spend?" I asked again.
"...I can save some, but they are reserved for medical treatment. Planting opium poppy is okay, but it is mainly dangerous in the processing plant. There are too many toxic gases there, and it is easy to get cancer. I I have five sons, and they take turns to work in the factory. There is a lot of money, but I let them go to the factory in batches and replace them every two years. After they have all gone to the factory, almost all my grandchildren will grow up. It's too big..." Haiyi returned casually.
"Why did you go if you knew it was dangerous?" Han Dayan also asked.
"If you don't go, you won't be able to save money. My family has too many people. If I don't have any savings, there will be problems. However, if we encounter difficulties, Mr. Kunli will provide some financial support. I still owe him 100,000 yuan. I still owe him 100,000 yuan." It will be difficult to pay it off in your lifetime, haha." Hai lit a cigarette and said with a wry smile.
"...It's so dark."
Guangming held it in for a long time, shook his head and said speechlessly.
…
After walking around in the mountains, we walked back. Sitting in the car, I was quite silent. An idea came to my mind and I was thinking about it.
"Beep bell bell."
Just then, my phone rang.
"Hello." The old immortal picked it up for me.
"I, Jun."
"Ah, what are you doing?" the old immortal asked, baring his teeth.
"There's some news. Cha Ji went out today and settled in a hotel in Mengla. It seems that he won't be going back to Yuzhai in the evening." Zhang Jun said.
"What's his schedule?"
The old immortal asked.
"There was nothing unusual during the day. I drove to buy some daily necessities." Zhang Jun continued to answer.
"okay, I get it."
"Tell Nannan, everyone has their own way of survival. People have always lived like this before. When you arrive, you suddenly tell them that living like this is not possible. Isn't that cutting off people's options? Don't do anything too cruel. " Zhang Jun advised.
"Hey, Nannan, I asked you not to do anything wrong." The old immortal said to me with raised eyes.
"Oh, let me go. He deserves to tell me, don't do it all. How can I be embarrassed... just tell him to get lost." I replied speechlessly.
"...He told you to get lost." Lao Xian said while holding the phone.
"Fuck, I can't even understand the nice things I say. No one cares about your nonsense." Zhang Jun seemed quite unhappy. He might have forgotten that his head was so hot that he would poke someone's temper.