EBE Chapter 356 You are forcing me!
Chapter 356 You are forcing me!
Wang Can almost couldn't help but rush out. Are these people thinking too well?
They had previously signed the contract immediately because they thought the price of the sweet potatoes Xia Anan bought was a little higher than the market price. However, there was a food problem with the sweet potato vermicelli, and the price of sweet potatoes increased. They were no longer willing to sell them and said they wanted to make the vermicelli themselves.
Now that he can’t make his own vermicelli, he wants to sell sweet potatoes to Xia Anan.
This person really doesn't want to suffer any loss at all and wants to take advantage of all the good things.
No wonder her parents didn’t let her go out as soon as they heard someone coming. It seems that she was being targeted as soon as she returned to the village.
If Wang Can was alone, she could ignore these fellow villagers.
But my parents couldn’t do that. We all grew up in the same village and have been friends since our grandparents’ generation. We couldn’t just watch their sweet potatoes fall into our hands.
Wang Can was still quite curious about what his parents would say.
But Wang Dafu seemed to lower his voice, and Wang Can lay flat on the door panel and didn't hear any news.
Those who came left soon, and Wang Can hurried out.
"Dad, what did you tell them?"
He still understood his biological father, Wang Can, and he attached great importance to these so-called family ties, but he was definitely not the kind of person who could not distinguish right from wrong.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to agree with my idea at that time.
Wang Dafu finished the tea in the cup and said, "You'll know later."
Wang Can curled his lips, still keeping things in suspense...
Wang Biao was upset because he failed in making sweet potato starch, his live broadcast was interrupted, and he lost face in front of so many people. Naturally, he wanted to go out for a drink with his brothers.
He complained bitterly at the dinner table. He clearly wanted to lead the whole village to prosperity, so why did those people no longer believe in him after just a small failure?
He was already feeling irritable, and with the comfort from his brothers, he couldn't help but drink a little more.
In the end, I was so drunk that I couldn't tell east from west when I went back.
The consequence of the hangover was that he slept until noon, and was woken up by his brother Wang Fan.
"Brother Biao! Don't sleep anymore, all the sweet potatoes outside are gone!"
"what?"
Wang Biao rubbed his eyes. He reeked of alcohol and felt dizzy. He almost fell to the ground when he got out of bed.
"Those people's sweet potatoes are gone! All gone!" Wang Fan shouted loudly.
Wang Biao raised his leg and kicked him, "What are you talking about? Who is going to buy sweet potatoes at this time? Even if they want to sell them, they can't find anyone to buy them."
Wang Fan was kicked by him, but he was anxious and didn't care: "It's really gone, if you don't believe me, go and see!"
"If I find out you're lying to me, I'll blow your head off!"
Wang Biao put on his clothes and followed him out, cursing. The sweet potatoes were gone, so why didn’t he find a more outlandish excuse?
But when he was dragged to the square, he was stunned. He was really gone...
In order to facilitate statistics, the sweet potatoes from each household were previously piled separately.
But now, apart from the failed starch and the mess yesterday, where are the other sweet potatoes in the square?
"What's going on? Where's the sweet potato?"
Wang Biao was so angry that he yelled in the square, but no one paid any attention to him.
"Brother Biao, don't worry. Have they all moved back home? Let's go and ask..." Wang Fan said in a low voice.
The main reason was that he also felt it was a bit embarrassing for Wang Biao to shout in the square, so he could only speak to comfort him.
Unexpectedly, Wang Biao not only did not follow him down the stairs, but grabbed him by the collar.
"What about your sweet potatoes? Are you selling them secretly as well?"
After what happened yesterday, there are no more sweet potatoes in the square. What else doesn’t Wang Biao understand?
When they said they could make money, they were all praising themselves. Now that sweet potato noodles are not successful, these people ran away immediately.
Wang Fan was startled and struggled to free his hand.
"Why are you mad? My sweet potatoes have already been sold to Boss Xia! Why are you taking your anger out on me?"
Wang Fan and Wang Biao are playmates from the same village. They had a good relationship when they were young, but things were different when they grew up.
It’s just because Wang Biao made a lot of money from live streaming these days, and he can take them to eat and drink well, so they follow him.
It is precisely because he is rich that I can tolerate his bad temper.
Now that Wang Biao can’t even make his sweet potato vermicelli, why should I stay with him and endure his anger?
Wang Fan spat on the ground, "Who can you blame if you can't take care of the sweet potatoes? Do it yourself. I won't serve you anymore."
After saying this, he strode out of the square, leaving Wang Biao alone in the square.
Wang Biao felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart, and he kicked the bucket of sweet potato starch hard, but the starch in the bucket splashed out and splashed all over him again.
No one wants to believe him, right? No one wants to make sweet potato vermicelli with him, right?
But he insisted on making it himself!
At the factory gate, almost all the villagers from Wangjia Village who had not sold vermicelli to Xiao An were here.
They all drove a tricycle filled with sweet potatoes.
When Xia Anan went to the village to collect sweet potatoes, they were unwilling to buy them. Now they can only deliver the sweet potatoes to the factory themselves.
The gatekeeper was shocked when he saw this. "What are you doing? Why are you blocking the door?"
Westbrook's man took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over, "We are here to deliver sweet potatoes to the factory director."
But the security guard didn't answer. "The sweet potatoes our factory needs are brought in by trucks. I don't know you and can't let you in. If someone asked you to come, call him."
These words put the villagers waiting at the factory gate in a dilemma. If they had a phone, they would not be waiting here.
It’s all my fault for not greeting Xia Anan and the others at the beginning. If I had left them my phone number or something, I wouldn’t have to stand here stupidly.
"Uncle, just let us in, or you can call the boss and ask them to come over and take a look at our sweet potatoes."
The security guard felt that standing here was not a solution, so he had to call Sun Haode.
When seeing so many people sending sweet potatoes over, Sun Haode felt that Xia Anan was really exaggerating.
Before Xia Anan left the mountain city, he said that maybe someone would personally deliver sweet potatoes to the factory in the future and ask him to lower the unit price by a few cents before buying them.
Even if the other party doesn’t buy it, it doesn’t matter. We can go back to other villages and buy it at the normal price.
At that time, Sun Haode didn't take it seriously. After all, there were sweet potatoes in the village. Some people wanted to stock up and sell them when the price went up a little, while others went to other towns to sell them themselves. Very few could be delivered to their factory.
I didn’t expect that Xia Anan was right.
As he walked out of the factory gate, the group of people surrounded him, vying to let him see the sweet potatoes in their car first.
"Don't worry, everyone. As long as there is no problem with the sweet potatoes you brought, I can take them."
Hearing this, several villagers breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could catch their breath, they heard Sun Haode speak again.
"It means that the price was one before, but now it's another."