Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

Boss Zhuang never expected that the buffet at Yutang Restaurant would be so delicious. He could eat two big bowls of white rice alone. Plus, Mr. Ma’s unique skill of cooking big pot dishes made both the dishes and the soup complete the whole meal. He was so happy while eating that he didn’t bother to think about the consequences of excessive sugar intake. He just let it go. Enjoy life to the fullest!

Alas, he didn’t want to leave after eating so much, but the restaurant didn’t provide dinner. Boss Zhuang begged to buy a few leftover steamed buns, and Grandpa Ma had no choice but to give them to the two of them. These were specially reserved for the restaurant members, and the flour was also provided by the farm, so the taste was different.

Everyone agreed that this was a big boss who had fallen on hard times and must have gone bankrupt.

The boss in trouble was angry about the three guys who had no news. He walked back to the car, and his secretary reported that the three guys were not found. The neighbors said that they heard some noise in the Leng family's old house last night, and also saw three men go in, but they didn't know when they left.

Boss Zhuang looked unhappy. Humph, Leng Zhiqiang was indeed a tough guy, but the two bodyguards were hired at a high price. It was said that they were so skilled that they could fight ten people at once, so there would definitely not be any accidents that would happen easily. Even if an accident happened, they would have to wait for 24 hours after the loss of contact before calling the police.

"Xiao Wan, where did you have lunch?"

Secretary Wan: "We ate in the car. I called the village to order food and had it delivered to our car. The phone numbers of the village restaurants and farmhouses were hung on the wall of the house where we parked the car."

Secretary Wan was referring to Liu Dalong's family, which had the most prosperous business because it was closest to the farm. People came to park their cars every day and buy things there. He could also act as a matchmaker for other villagers in the village who were interested in making money.

Boss Zhuang suddenly got off the car again and sat at the small table outside Liu Dalong's house like a fellow villager. Well, his clothes didn't match the small stool.

Grandpa Dalong's attitude was not very enthusiastic. The villagers all agreed that they should not be too friendly to this big boss, lest he give up the idea of ​​buying the farm.

"Is this pickled egg also from Osmanthus Farm?" Mr. Zhuang asked.

"OK."

"Is it salty?"

Grandpa Dalong raised his eyelids and took a quick look: "It's just the right amount of salty and light, eight yuan each."

Boss Zhuang: “Five hundred.”

Grandpa Dalong felt like he was being checked. He raised his eyebrows and glared: "How many do you want?"

Boss Zhuang was a little nervous, as he had no bodyguards around him: "Five hundred is too few? How about a thousand? Ten thousand will be fine too."

Did he think this stall was the sales point of Osmanthus Farm?

Grandpa Dalong: "I can't sell on credit. You have to pay first and then receive the goods."

Boss Zhuang: “Of course!”

Grandpa Dalong: "Then you pay for 500 pickled eggs first, and then I'll see how much stock we have."

Such a big farm is so cautious in doing business? The farm owner was also convinced. Is this really the farm's salesperson?

"Shouldn't there be wholesale prices if you buy more? We may continue to cooperate in the future."

The big boss spoke slowly and leisurely, as if he had everything planned out. Unfortunately, Liu Dalong didn't understand his operation and glared at him again: "I don't sell wholesale! I'll sell it for eight yuan! Do you want to buy it or not?"

What a unique salesperson!

Boss Zhuang quickly scanned the code, and an announcement came from Grandpa Dalong’s smartphone saying “4000 yuan has been transferred to my account via WeChat.”

Liu Dalong's smile suddenly spread, and he turned and ran towards the farm: "You wait!"

Haha, making money is so easy!

"Pa pa pa". There was a knock on the door. It was awesome that he was still working at the hot spring. It was Old Lady Leng who opened the gate.

"Grandma Qiu, come on, check how many pickled eggs are left at home to sell?"

Liu Dalong closed the gate again while asking questions. Who could be so convenient as him in purchasing goods?

Old Lady Leng: "I'm sure this is enough for you to sell! Did you meet a big customer this time? You want 20 or 30 at once?"

Liu Dalong narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Five hundred!"

"Ah?" Old Lady Leng was also shocked. "Where did this idiot come from? I want you to sell 500 pickled eggs!"

There’s just a door between us, so how can we wholesale 500 of them directly from the farm?

"Hey, the money has been paid anyway." Liu Dalong came closer and said, "It's that black-hearted boss who insisted on buying our farm. We have no regrets in making money from him!"

Old Mrs. Leng understood that it was the boss that her eldest son was following. This time, her eldest son was shameless enough not to come to the farm to buy it himself.

"It probably won't be enough. What's packaged today needs to be distributed to the supermarket tomorrow."

However, when everyone heard that it was Boss Zhuang who wanted to buy the pickled eggs at the retail price, they all perked up and said, "We can take advantage of Dalong's (Uncle) (Grandpa) business first, and we'll work overtime today to rush out the goods for tomorrow's supermarket."

When people are united, they can move mountains. While people were picking up the pickled eggs, the packing machine over there was working faster. Five hundred pickled eggs were collected and packed into two large boxes.

Liu Dalong borrowed a tricycle to pull the box out. When he saw the owner again, he was much more enthusiastic. He helped put the pickled eggs on the car and insisted on giving him two bags of spicy rabbit cubes produced by the farm: "You can go back and try them. They are especially delicious with rice. That's all the pickled eggs for today. You are welcome to come back and buy spicy rabbit cubes next time. There are many people raising rabbits in our village now. They are all caught from the farm. They are almost the same ancestors and then sent back to the farm for processing. The taste is the same spicy and fresh... Goodbye, I won't see you off!"

Boss Zhuang was a little confused when he sat in the driver's seat. He originally wanted to take the opportunity of buying pickled eggs to chat a little more and get the feel of the farm, but why was he pushed into the car?

"Is there any news about those three people yet?" Boss Zhuang asked while steering.

Secretary Wan shook his head: "No, the phone is not working."

"Useless!" Boss Zhuang whispered, "Remember to contact me every hour. If there is no news tomorrow morning, call the police. Also, call the company and ask them to send a few more people over right away."

Secretary Wan swallowed back the words in his throat: "You didn't plan to stay for three days at most."

She didn't dare to offend her boss, especially when he didn't have enough food to eat, his temper would explode at any time.

With the food standard in Ma Liu Village, it might be ok for a secretary like her to eat, but the big boss would definitely not have had a good and full lunch, so she had to be very careful.

As a result, the big boss not only had a mediocre lunch, but also had a mediocre dinner. He asked the hotel waiter to heat up two large farm-made steamed buns, and then he tore open a pickled egg package and a bag of spicy rabbit meat in his room and ate them just like that - ate -

Not to mention that Secretary Wan was frightened and made up various scenarios of the company's impending bankruptcy in his mind. Even the waiters in the hotel were full of sympathy and wondered whether they should show some love to the bankrupt boss or make a donation or something. After all, the poor boss only had dry steamed buns for dinner, and the waiters had to have one meat, one vegetable and one soup!

"But the car he drives is a Mercedes-Benz, a Tiger-head Benz. If he sells some of them, won't he have something to eat?"

"What do you know? The car is the boss's face. He would rather eat coarse food than lose his face. Otherwise, who would dare to cooperate with him again?"