"Wu Li, what is that thing in your hand?" Fan Tong took a few pictures, then put down the retractable professional camera and became interested in the thing in Wu Li's hand. He didn't know what good things were inside.
"Just a few pheasants, nothing unusual." Wu Li said as he walked, he saw the old black hen squatting in the chicken coop.
Wu Li put the pheasants aside, put some dry straw in the basket specially designed for hens to nest in, and put the pheasants under Fan Tong's lens one by one into the basket.
Catch the black hen and put it in the basket. The old hen, which was struggling at first, immediately scratched it a few times when she saw the eggs in the basket. Then she clucked excitedly a few times, then squatted down and started to carry on her.
The sacred mission of reproducing future generations.
On such a hot day, this guy is not afraid of prickly heat on his butt.
Fan Tong couldn't stop taking pictures with his camera. All this was really a novelty for him. The old hen clings to the egg nest, but this kid could think of it.
"Rice, I'm warning you. I also know about portrait rights. You can publish other things, but you can never send out my photos. We don't want to become an Internet funny figure like a farmer brother." Wu Li
I deliberately put the emphasis on "rice bucket" to give this guy a vaccination.
The tortoise in my family has become famous on the Internet, and the owner of my courtyard is also nicknamed Brother Longmen by some people, as well as: Brother Tortoise, Brother Old Turtle, and Brother Oogway.
I, the king, you, the old turtle, are the turtles, you, the old turtles, and you, the turtles, are the grandsons. If the chicken eggs are related to me, I might be talking about something like Brother Chicken.
Although the first photographer was asked to edit and delete all his photos, the network, a mythical beast with supreme power, had already distributed the image of Wu Li, a green-skinned and bald little farmer, to countless computer folders and saved them.
It's quite complete.
"I just won't post it. Your image of a bald farmer brother has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Do you want me to show you your face with a computer? A muddy bald man who catches big fish, a shirtless bald man who feeds ducks, and a naked man who sleeps under a grape trellis.
The bald head drooling and dreaming, and..." Fan Tong counted on his fingers while recalling.
"Stop it, stop it, don't care about the past. Anyway, you must not post it again in the future. Things on the Internet will disappear as soon as the limelight passes. Just don't do things that add fuel to the flames." Wu Li was about to turn around.
Use brute force to communicate well and privately with the guy who was the first photographer.
"Well, I feel aggrieved and just don't post it, otherwise you will kick me out. However, you have to help me introduce the first photographer. Although this guy's shooting techniques are childish and cute, as long as he has the heart of a photographer
, it’s worth dating.” Fan Tong touched his chin, which had only a few sparse hairs, and with that silvery smile, he didn’t know what was going on in his heart.
"Pull him down, I'll introduce him to you. Don't even think about it, there's no way out." Wu Li wouldn't do anything that would hurt others and benefit himself. This is obviously not a good thing, and he would be a fool if he did.
"If you don't introduce me, I'll go find it myself. You'll know it by asking around in such a small village." Fan Tong knew that this guy wouldn't make it easy for him, "Um, Wu Li. I almost forgot about the business. Come with me."
Come to the room and take a look at the contract. I got the money back this afternoon. You can first take a look at the contract to see if there is anything that needs to be modified. If there is anything that needs to be modified, we will change it and reprint it. If not, we will ask for a few witnesses.
Once you sign it, the deposit is yours, and I'll take the wine away first." Fan Tong was very interested in wine, so he didn't even have to wait tomorrow and got the money over in the afternoon.
Wu Li looked at the contract. This is too simple, isn't it? How can it be completely different from the contract with a pile of paper on TV?
Just a piece of paper stating that Fan Tong is the only designated distributor of Wu Li's grain wine. Wu Li only needs to ensure the quality of the wine, and he doesn't need to worry about anything else.
A deposit is given first, and after each jar of wine is sold, the account will be divided into 28 cents, Wu Li 8 and Fan Tong 2.
Simple, clear and clear at a glance.
"Is it necessary to sign a contract? Isn't it cleaner if we hand over the money with one hand and the wine with the other?" Wu Li was surprised that these rich people like to do these things. Anyway, in his impression, signing a contract is not a good thing for him.
I have never seen anything beneficial to disadvantaged groups.
"It's quite necessary. I have to rely on this piece of paper to fool our old man, so I can get a lot of pocket money to spend. In fact, the contract is not important, and the output of the wine is not important. What is important is Fan Tong and me.
I helped the old man discover a kind of fine wine. This is enough. With his character who loves wine as much as his life, he will have enough pocket money for the second half of the year." Fan Tong turned out to be trying to flatter the old man.
"Don't look at me with that look. I said I would sell it to you for more than 10,000 yuan. It is more than 10,000 yuan, and I can sell as many jars as I have. Even if I spend money to buy a gift for the old man, this is 80,000 yuan."
This time we won’t accept your 20% rebate. Even if one jar is 10,000 yuan, one of the nine jars is a gift, and eight jars are exactly 80,000 yuan. If there are any left, you have to pay a deposit of 3,000 for each jar to take delivery.
.As long as the quality of these nine jars is guaranteed, every bottle will count as a bottle in the future. As long as you deliver what you want, we will accept as much as you can, just because we are afraid that you will run out of goods." Fan Tong coaxed the eight bundles.
He took out the red tickets from the bag and threw them on the coffee table in front of Wu Li. There were eight thick stacks of red tickets, worth 80,000 yuan in real money.
Wu Li secretly asked, did the money come too easily? Why did this guy pinch his thigh secretly as if he was dreaming? It was not a dream, his thigh was hurting.
Is all this true? Doesn’t that mean that once you have the money to dig out the mountain and have the money to build a house, you don’t have to worry about it anymore? In the future, if you make a few more wines and have the money to renovate the house, you can even build the reservoir according to the third uncle’s idea.
The small island in the island can be turned into a peach blossom island. If you have enough money, you can also build a wooden house, bamboo house, small villa or something on it.
"Hey, hey..."
Fan Tong woke up Wu Li who was daydreaming, "What are you doing? See if there is any problem with this contract. If there is no problem, you can keep the money and find an intermediary to sign it at night. When I leave,
Just give me the wine."
"Halo, you gave me the money first, so you're not afraid that I'll cheat and refuse to sign for you or give you wine?" Wu Li felt that this guy was extremely unreliable. In business, there's no reason to rush to give away money and not receive the goods right away.
.If he were allowed to do business, he might lose everything.
"This is one hundred and eighty thousand, which is two months' worth of gas. Is it worth the cost?"
Fan Tong said this casually, which shocked Wu Li greatly. The hurt soul needed comfort. Wu Li immediately took out an old newspaper from under the coffee table, packed the 80,000 yuan, and hid it in a room in the room.
The bottom of a wooden box for clothes.
"I'll accept the money first, and I'll give you a receipt. I'll ask my third uncle and my eldest brother to be witnesses for the contract tonight. If you don't mind, we'll sign it tonight. I'll give you the wine when you leave, Jiutan
, every jar is yours. Let me tell you again, we still have fifteen-year-old and twenty-year-old ones, but we have to wait until you come next time to talk about it." Wu Liyou
Damn it, fifteen or twenty years of aging. He was going to quickly brew a few jars of wine and bury it in the soil of space. It would be ready in a few months.