A knife at the beginning almost killed the apocalypse

Yuanchu smiled and said: "Boss, you are not being honest. I ordered 5,000 tons of broken rice from another rice merchant a few days ago, and they delivered it to my door the same day."

"Hahahaha, to tell you the truth, I can get you as much broken rice as you want. After all, the rice factory is not far from here, just a phone call away."

Yuan Chu grinned. Why hadn't he thought of this before? How convenient was it to trade directly with the rice factory? No need to go to these rice merchants to collect it bit by bit?

"Farewell!"

"Ah this..."

The boss was completely dumbfounded and felt that his bad talk had cost him millions.

Watching Yuan Chu leave, he really wished he could give himself a few big bucks on the spot. What kind of rice factory could he mention?

But fortunately, one hundred tons of polished rice was sold, which gave me some comfort.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he drove the very eye-catching Yuan Datou to the rice factory and arrived at the factory director's office under the respectful guidance of the security guard.

I have to say that driving a good car makes doing things much more convenient. If he takes a taxi, the doorman probably won't bother him. This is the reality.

The factory director heard that a young man was driving a supercar, so he waited at the door himself.

This unique supercar in the world has long been rumored in the upper class circles, and almost everyone wants to own one.

However, due to the lack of purchasing channels, even the owner of the car does not know who it is. There are only a few photos of the parking lot of Huibo Hotel.

Now seeing this car parked under his office building with military plates, the factory director felt like he was dreaming.

When Yuanchu got out of the car, he saw a fat middle-aged man looking at him with a smile, so he walked over and asked, "Hello, how can I get to the factory director's office?"

The uncle said with a smile: "I, Lei Qiang, am the director of this rice factory. May I ask what your name is? How can I help you?"

"Oh, hello, my name is Yuan Chu, and I'm here to buy rice."

"Ah, buy, buy rice?"

Lei Qiang felt very confused at this moment, thinking that this was a rich man who lived independently for the first time but didn't know where to buy rice, so he directly navigated to the rice factory?

Should I just give him a few pounds later?

Yuanchu nodded and said sincerely: "I am going to buy a batch of broken rice to help the poor people. I will take as much as you have."

"Huh? Broken rice? Help the people?"

Boss Lei is now sure that this is a rich man who has never been severely beaten by society. Use broken rice to relieve people? If you give something that even dogs can't eat to someone else, they won't scold you to death!

Didn't this kid watch the news? When the flood fighters went to provide disaster relief, they asked the government to first compensate them for their losses, otherwise they would not be allowed to rescue them. They had to negotiate a price before setting off.

Yuanchu nodded and said sincerely: "Yes, is there any problem?"

Lei Qiang thought for a while and decided to say something from the bottom of his heart: "Young Master Yuan, please forgive me for speaking frankly. If you really want to do something good, I suggest you buy polished rice, even if it's less. It doesn't matter if you buy broken rice to help the people. , I’m afraid the impact will be bad.”

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"Well, I'm afraid the common people will say, why do you have the nerve to donate something like this to them that is used to feed pigs?"

"Hahahaha... You boss is really interesting. What are you talking about? But it doesn't matter. I just treat it as feeding the pigs, whether they like it or not. After being hungry for a few days, they will know that food does not distinguish between high and low."

In the apocalypse, not to mention broken rice, moldy old rice can make people grab it and break their heads.

But the boss and he were not chatting on the same channel, so I couldn't understand.

"Haha, what Mr. Yuan said makes sense."

Lei Qiang echoed awkwardly, thinking to himself, who doesn't understand? But what age it is these days, the worst you can do is donate the rice used in the student cafeteria, otherwise people will really not appreciate it, and they will even scold you on trending searches.

Yuanchu asked bluntly: "How much inventory do you have? What's the price? Send them all to my warehouse."

Lei Qiang thought about it carefully and said: "The broken rice currently in stock is probably less than 20,000 tons. How about a price of 80 cents for you? Free delivery within the city."

"Okay, then let's pull 20,000 tons first. Then I will pull whatever amount you want. Money is not an issue."

"Okay, Mr. Yuan, please come in!"

Lei Qiang happily invited Yuan Chu in. Since they were rushing to send money, there was no reason for him to refuse.

After some negotiations, at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, Lei Qiang was asked to transport 10,000 tons of polished rice every month.

Lei Qiang was quite pleased, thinking that the young master had finally come to his senses. As a result, at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, it was said that this was for the elite, which made people speechless.

Did you say that there is no distinction between high and low in food?

So only elites are qualified to eat polished rice?

It was already noon when we left the rice factory, so Yuanchu drove back directly.

……

At the same time, an old man in the capital frowned slightly as he listened to his subordinate's report: "What does that kid do with so much rice?"

The subordinate shook his head, "I don't know. It's said to be for charity, but how can anyone use broken rice for charity?"

"Give it to him, continue to keep an eye on him, and report any movements in a timely manner."

"Yes!"

After the subordinates left, the old man muttered: "This kid is circling the mountains, hoarding food, and setting up a security company to recruit soldiers. Those who don't know better would think you are going to station troops for rebellion, haha..."

Another old man said with a smile: "If he really wants to rebel, he doesn't need to go to all that trouble. He can just throw one of those things above our heads. No one can guard against it."

"Hahahaha... That's right. I want to see what he is fussing about."

……

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, I returned home just in time for dinner.

What surprised him was that Boss Cao and Cao Ying were also there, which made him very confused.

Boss Cao saw Yuan Chu coming back and immediately greeted him with a smile: "Hahahaha, you guys have taken it orally. I managed to get it across the mountain and stewed the tortoise soup. I will share it with you."

Yuanchu's eyes lit up, "What a good thing!"

Then he sat down and tasted it carefully.

The soup is delicious and Boss Cao is indeed a person who knows how to enjoy it.

Luo Xiaorou and Cao Ying were talking and laughing. Those who didn't know it thought they had been good best friends for many years.

After Dad Yuan and Boss Cao had a few drinks, the conversation started and they almost became friends.

After the meal, Boss Cao and Dad Yuan chatted for a long time before they were willing to leave.

Dad Yuan asked Yuan Chu to deliver it. After all, he had brought good snake soup.

As soon as they walked out of the door, Boss Cao said with a smile: "Young man, I heard your dad said that after you gave them a health medicine, they became much younger. Isn't it... hehe..."

He is indeed an old fox, he actually knows how to find a breakthrough with his father.

Seeing that Yuan Chu didn't speak, Boss Cao said hurriedly: "Don't worry, you can tell me how much it will cost, and I will never let you suffer. I will also keep this matter secret and will never reveal anything to the outside world! If you still don't worry, I will Mortgage your granddaughter with you!"

After saying that, he pushed Cao Ying over.