Hu Jiaxin felt his head was dizzy, as if he had suddenly come to heaven from a desperate situation. He was a little unable to react and said: "This, this is too much, my casserole only costs 5 yuan."
Jiang Xiaofan smiled and said: "It's not much. If you don't accept the money, they won't be able to sleep tonight."
Brother Grasshopper stiffened and without any explanation forced the five hundred yuan into Hu Jiaxin's hand.
He trotted to the back of the truck and pushed Jiang Xiaofan's motorcycle over. Then he personally took off the oil gun and filled the motorcycle's fuel tank full.
After doing this, Brother Grasshopper rubbed his hands and came to Jiang Xiaofan, smiling: "Are you satisfied with this?"
Jiang Xiaofan smiled and said: "That's right, keep it up. Next time I see you bullying someone, you know what the consequences will be."
"There will never be a next time. I will definitely change my ways and be a new person." Brother Grasshopper firmly promised.
Seeing Jiang Xiaofan and Hu Jiaxin leaving one after another, Brother Grasshopper finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Brother, do we really want to be a new person?" The younger brother who was kicked just now came over and asked.
Brother Grasshopper sighed helplessly: "Since the death of Huo Jingang, we have no backer, and it is too difficult to make some money. The cost of doing bad things is too high. Fortunately, I am smart, otherwise I would have been abolished."
Already."
The younger brother looked puzzled and said: "Brother, who is that boy? He looks quite arrogant. Do you want me to bring some people to intercept him and make--"
Brother Grasshopper slapped him in the face and said angrily: "Don't fight and kill all day long. Don't you have anything else in your mind besides fighting? Don't you know how to make money? Do you think I support you?"
Is it easy for you?"
The younger brother covered his face and asked aggrievedly: "Brother, will we still do this kind of thing at the gas station in the future?"
"Be a shit!"
Brother Grasshopper looked at the boy on the blackboard and said with lingering fear: "I have to find a way to do some other profitable business. I haven't been to the club for half a month..."
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Jiang Xiaofan left the gas station on his motorcycle. Not far after he rode out, he heard the horn of Hu's new truck honking several times.
Jiang Xiaofan stopped the motorcycle and turned to look at the truck. Hu Jiaxin opened the cab and jumped out, trotting over and said gratefully: "Brother, thank you for what happened just now."
Jiang Xiaofan smiled and said: "It's okay. Those people are just a bunch of bastards. Anyone who encounters this kind of thing will stand up."
Hu Jiaxin shook his head and said with a sad look on his face: "I'm older than you and have encountered more things than you. I won't talk about the distance, let's just say that I have traveled to several counties recently and I have never met someone as warm-hearted as you.
Where are the people."
Jiang Xiaofan's heart moved, he raised his chin towards the truck and said with a smile: "Brother, how many counties have you traveled to just to sell the things in the truck? I just heard that you are pulling casseroles?"
Hearing Jiang Xiaofan's words, Hu Jiaxin suddenly became depressed. He forced a smile and said: "The truck was full of casseroles. The boss of the stubborn ceramic factory ran away with his sister-in-law. We workers have worked hard for a year and a half.
I haven't even seen a cent of my salary, so I ended up in the casserole of this big warehouse."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaofan asked curiously: "Aren't you paid monthly when you work in the factory? Why haven't you been paid for a year?"
Hu Jiaxin opened the conversation and said bitterly: "Hey, forget it. That ceramics factory occupied the land in our village, saying that it would lead the villagers to get rich by setting up the factory, and would pay us dividends at the end of the year. As a result, the boss earned a large financial subsidy.
, and went directly with my sister-in-law in style. The people in our village have been working so hard for a year, and all we have is the casseroles in that big warehouse."
Hu Jiaxin lit up a cigarette, took a deep puff, and then continued: "There is no other way now. We can only find a way to sell the casserole to get some money for medical treatment at home and for schooling for our children."
Jiang Xiaofan couldn't help but sigh. Farmers are most afraid of this situation when working, sweating and bleeding but not getting paid. In fact, what farmers are not afraid of the most is suffering. As long as they can see benefits, they are willing to work hard even if they work hard.
Including social workers working in big cities, many people do not like to work 9 to 5, but are willing to work 9 to 10 due to the pressure of mortgage and family.
But even so, Jiang Xiaofan still heard from some college classmates that their companies suddenly closed down while they were working, or they were fired by their bosses for no reason, and some of them didn't get compensation at all.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaofan couldn't help but feel happy that he made the right choice to return to Laowan Village.
"By the way, little brother, I almost forgot, you accepted the five hundred yuan they gave me."
Hu Jiaxin suddenly slapped his head, took out five hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Xiaofan.
Jiang Xiaofan quickly pushed it over and said with a smile: "Brother, please keep this money. I heard that your child is sick and you have no salary this year. I can give you some subsidies."
Hu Jiaxin hesitated for a moment and finally accepted it.
He sighed and said: "Little brother, I will accept it and make you laugh."
Jiang Xiaofan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "What's the point, brother, everyone has ups and downs."
Hu Jiaxin showed a smile on his face and said sincerely: "Thank you little brother, I don't have anything else, so I will give you some of these casseroles. Although our factory owner is not a good person, the casseroles he makes are quite good, and they are very good for stew."
It’s great for soup, meat and hot pot.”
Jiang Xiaofan's heart moved. Shabu-shabu hot pot?
He said with some excitement: "Brother, let me see your casserole."
"Okay, wait a minute!"
Hu Jiaxin quickly ran to the truck and took out a stack of casseroles. He put the casseroles on the ground and arranged them one by one.
"Little brother, these are the casseroles made in our factory."
Jiang Xiaofan picked up a casserole, and the tentacles were filled with a comfortable frosted feeling. The surface of the casserole was smooth and round, with no flaws or burrs visible at all.
Sure enough, as Hu Jiaxin said, although the owner of the ceramics factory is not a good person, the things he produces are very beautiful.
Jiang Xiaofan turned his eyes to the ground and saw that the casseroles were of different sizes, ranging from 30 to 40 centimeters in diameter, which could fully satisfy 2 to 10 people.
Jiang Xiaofan put down the casserole with satisfaction, looked at Hu Jiaxin and said with a smile: "Brother, how do you sell these casseroles?"
Hu Jiaxin gave a bitter smile and said: "Now we don't care so much, just sell it for money! The normal market price is more than ten yuan, now even 10 yuan, no, 5 yuan will do. Little brother, you don't have to pay, you have to
I'll give you as much as you want, we still have tens of thousands in our warehouse."
Jiang Xiaofan smiled slightly: "You can't do it without money. What I'm introducing to you is a big order, at least the kind that can order several thousand casseroles."