Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

He Xiao took off his white coat, went out of the store with Wan Feng, and brought Wan Feng to a village called Shuangtuimo in the Miaoling area.

In front of the first four-room thatched house at the back of the village, He Xiao pointed to this lonely house and said, "It's his house, and the third kid in his family has these things in his hands, and I bought them from him."

In the yard, an elderly woman was sweeping the front door with a broom.

"Mother, is third brother at home?"

"It's Xiao He. He's at home, sleeping in the Westinghouse. Are you looking for him?"

"Well, I have something to do with him."

He Xiao took Wan Feng into the house and came to Westinghouse.

As soon as he entered the house, Wan Feng frowned. It is not so much a house for people as it is a pigsty for raising pigs.

Because there was only one window, the room was very dark, and there was a broken cupboard on the north wall that made the room even more gloomy.

The ground probably hadn't been cleaned for several days, and there were cigarette boxes, wine bottles and cigarette butts scattered all over the place.

A cellar for raising sweet potato seedlings, common to all farmers here, occupies one-third of the kang, and the remaining two-thirds have a bedding of no discernible color and a young man snoring with his head turned inward and shirtless on it. And some messy clothes thrown around.

He Xiao stretched out his hand and pushed on the young man's leg: "Third brother, wake up!"

The snoring stopped abruptly, the sleeping person rubbed his eyes and then opened them. After seeing He Xiao clearly, he sat up and yawned.

"Xiao He, what else do you need?"

"Third brother, it's not me this time. I brought you a customer."

The person named Third Brother saw Wan Feng behind He Xiao clearly, was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "I said He Xiao, didn't I tell you, don't lead all the cats and dogs to me, you What's the matter with bringing a little custard? Hurry up and get him out."

These words were very harsh, and Wan Feng didn't like to hear them.

If you are paralyzed, whether you sell it or not, at least give people respect. Who is the cat head and dog ears?

Besides, is this guy short-hearted? If he turns around with this attitude, he will report him. Isn't he looking for bad luck for himself!

Low emotional intelligence.

People with low emotional intelligence are usually not suitable for business, and will be deceived and ruined.

"Brother, do you know that your words are ugly? Do you look down on me or think I can't afford it?"

Zhang San squinted at Wan Feng: "Do you have money? If you don't have money, you run away from me!"

Such a person is not material for business.

"Bragging requires capital, take out what you have in your hand, and you will find out if I have money in a while." Wan Feng said calmly.

"If you don't have money, wouldn't it be a waste of time, and it will delay my sleep."

Wan Feng took out two tickets from his body and waved them in front of Zhang San.

Zhang Sanyi curled his lips: "What is 20 yuan enough for?"

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Look down on 20 yuan!

I didn't see you throwing a [-] cents cigarette case on the ground, you and I are pretending to be chicken feathers!

"Let's stop bragging, okay? You don't have anything less than 20 yuan? Since you look down on me, I'll be serious with you. Take out your things. If I have 20 yuan, I can't buy it." Yes, I’ll give you the 20 yuan for free, and it’s not a bastard! What if you give me something that’s not worth 20 yuan? The premise is that you don’t want to ask for it with your eyes closed, I know how to do it.”

Zhang San was silent.

"If you want to sell it, you can take it out. You make money and I meet your needs. Everyone is happy. If you don't want to sell it, I just turn around and leave. I don't believe that Hongya, a city of more than 30 people, is the only one playing with this thing."

Zhang San hesitated for a moment, got up and took out a box from the vacant sweet potato cellar, opened the lock and put two things away first.

Wan Feng poked his head into the box and curled his lips: "How dare you brag to me about this thing? I thought you had a lot of things! If I guessed right, the thing you sneaked up just now is poker, right?"

Inside the box are two tape recorder movements, a radio movement, a counter, a battery case and five tapes stacked together, two electronic watches and a counter, and one in the corner of the box that looks a bit like a loudspeaker lighter.

Just these things cost [-] yuan in a pot.

Zhang San looked surprised: "How do you know it's poker?"

"Isn't it the kind of poker with bare buttocks, what's so strange." I don't know how many videos I have watched, a few pairs of naked poker are nothing.

Zhang San's attitude finally changed: "Hey, it seems that you are not a daughter, little brother."

If you are paralyzed and take Lao Tzu as your daughter, then you are blind.

"You want to get rich with just this little thing? Isn't this a dream?"

"It's not easy to sell. Most people can't afford it at all. If it's easy to sell, can I sleep at home?"

"It's not easy to sell, and you still show that bear, looking down on children?"

"I really didn't think about it. If adults can't afford it, you can afford it."

What Zhang San said is also reasonable, why do you join in the fun with something that even adults can't afford?

"How much is the tape?"

"thirty!"

This price startled Wan Feng, even if the original tapes were expensive at that time, it would not be as expensive as thirty.

It's been twenty days, isn't this a few blind ones?

"Thirty? I suggest you buy a knife."

Zhang San was confused: "Why should I buy a knife?"

"Go and rob the bank, and you'll get rich in no time."

"Don't dare!" Zhang Sansan said the truth.

"You don't dare to rob a bank, but you dare to ask for thirty for a pirated tape?"

wrong!It seems something is wrong.

Wan Feng began to recall with a frown. In his memory, the pirated version appeared in the late 80s. Why is there a pirated version now?This unscientific!

"Piracy? What is piracy?" Zhang San was also confused.

"A pirated version is something published by an authentic audio-visual publishing house, or a tape recorded by myself with a tape recorder. This thing is many times cheaper than the genuine one. You can tell by looking at the packaging. It is blurry. The person and the font are double-layered. Do you think it is a pirated copy?"