"How many thousand kilograms a day?"

The Gong Shan and Gong Le brothers were stunned.

"Brother Chen, why do you want so much cinnamon?"

After Gong Shan came to his senses, he looked at Chen Hao in great surprise.

"Don't worry about that much."

Chen Hao waved his hand and asked with a smile: "Is it okay for you alone now?"

Gong Shan immediately shook his head repeatedly, saying, "What an international joke? A person who cuts 1,000 kilograms of cinnamon a day will be exhausted."

"in addition."

Chen Hao glanced at the two brothers and said seriously: "I asked you to collect cinnamon here. In addition to helping you, you can also make the people here rich. One person can make money. Only when everyone makes money together can you make money. If only one person makes money, then don't worry, it won't take long and this person will definitely not make money."

"Why Brother Chen?"

Gong Shan was confused when he heard this and didn't quite understand the meaning of Chen Hao's words.

"Brother Chen, what do you mean is that someone will be jealous?" Gong Le vaguely understood what Chen Hao meant.

"That's right."

Chen Hao nodded and sighed and said, "This is how human nature is. Everyone can be poor together, but others will not watch you become rich alone. Once you become rich alone, others will try every means to make trouble for you."

"Brother Chen, this is unlikely, right?"

Gong Shan said skeptically: "It's all from the villagers. Who can make money? Who is the ability? How can it cause trouble?"

"Haha, it won't take long to see it."

Chen Hao smiled, changed the subject and said, "This time I went to Xiaoyu Village, Gong Le, Gong Shan, you two brothers, just be responsible for talking with the villagers there about the acquisition of cinnamon."

"Brother Chen, let's talk?"

Gong Le was a little surprised, scratched his head, and said without confidence: "We have never done it before."

"This matter will be left to Gong Shan to do in the future."

Chen Hao smiled and said, "I definitely can't stay here. Moreover, it's just a purchase of cinnamon. The most important thing is to talk to the villagers here and sign the acquisition contract. This is the most important thing."

“Is this important?”

Gong Shan thought to himself in confusion: "No one wants many cinnamons here. If I tell them that I want all these cinnamons, as long as they transport them over, I will buy them. It would be strange if they are unhappy!"

same.

Gong Le's heart was almost the same as Gong Shan thought. After all, they knew the situation in the nearby villages very clearly. The people were poor and had no money. For many years, whether they could have enough food was to rely on the weather to make a living. When purchasing cinnamon, according to what Chen Hao said just now, it would cost thousands of pounds a day, so everyone could make money.

Who would refuse money?

The three of them walked quickly while chatting.

Gong Le and Gong Shan have been growing up here since childhood and have long been accustomed to the winding mountain road environment here, and Chen Hao is naturally even more troublesome.

About an hour.

The three of them came to the more remote Xiaoyu Village.

Compared with the heavy rain village.

The location of Xiaoyu Village is undoubtedly more remote, and the surrounding area almost maintains its appearance hundreds of years ago. Looking around, the mountains and fields are filled with cinnamon trees and various flowers and plants.

Dozens of families are distributed on a low and relatively flat terrain.

There were a few children playing on the land, and their clothes were dirty and covered with dust. Seeing Chen Hao and his group of three, the children immediately stood up and ran behind a pile of haystacks, rushing to stick their heads out quietly, curious and looked at them with small burdens.

Chen Hao and the other two walked over. Just then, a person came out of a yard. Chen Hao smiled and asked, "Brother, do you know where Wang Yong's family is?"

"Are you looking for Uncle Wang?"

This man was about twenty years old, with a dark and red face and a very strong body. He looked at Chen Hao and the other two and asked curiously: "Is there anything you have to do with him?"

"We came from the Heavy Rain Village."

Gong Shan coughed and said, "We have something to do with Uncle Wang."

"oh."

The man nodded, pointed to the path behind, and said, "Did you see that big tree? It's Uncle Wang's house there."

"Thank you."

Gong Shan nodded to him.

The three of them walked to the door of Wang Yong's house.

A staggering earth wall surrounded the room inside, and the yard was messy, with a few chickens stalking around.

"Is Uncle Wang Yong at home?"

Chen Hao shouted loudly.

He walked out quickly and looked at Chen Hao and the other two, looking a little confused: "Who are you?"

This person is nothing else, but Wang Yong that Chen Hao met in the county town before.

"Uncle Wang, don't you know me anymore?"

Chen Hao smiled and said to Wang Yong: "I bought your cinnamon in the county town before the New Year."

“…it’s you!”

Wang Yong was stunned, stared at Chen Hao, and after taking a closer look, his eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you... I remember your hair, wasn't it white before?" He was immediately excited.

"Haha, I'm back."

Chen Hao said casually.

"Come in and sit, sit quickly."

Wang Yong quickly greeted and said enthusiastically: "I have been waiting for you at home these days, and I have never dared to go anywhere." He let Chen Hao and the other two into the house.

After entering the house, the light became obvious and the walls inside the house were exposed in some places, and there was no decent furniture at home.

“Sit.”

Wang Yong brought a few benches, greeted Chen Hao and others to sit down, and said enthusiastically: "I'll pour you water." He brought a few cups.

Chen Hao noticed that in the corner of the room, there were piles of dried cinnamon piles, which were not large in quantity, only a few dozen kilograms, and they were thrown there like garbage, covered with dust.

"Little brother."

Wang Yong didn't pay much attention to the Gong Le brothers. His eyes were on Chen Hao and he said enthusiastically and urgently: "Did you come here this time to buy cinnamon?"

"Um."

Chen Hao nodded, and then he smiled and pointed to Gong Shan beside him and said to Wang Yong: "You can talk to him about the specific matter."

"ah?"

Wang Yong was stunned and his eyes fell on Gong Shan. Judging from Gong Shan's appearance, Wang Yong's first reaction was that this young man should be a rural talent.

"Little brother, where are you from?"

Wang Yong thought to himself and asked Gong Shan tentatively.

For a long time, Gong Shan was called Shan Yazi by the elderly in the village. When he talked to him, he treated him like a child. At present, Wang Yong treated him as an adult, which made Gong Shan feel a wonderful feeling. He quickly smiled at Wang Yong and said, "I am from Dayu Village."

"High rain village?"

Wang Yong was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, countless thoughts turned to his mind. Originally, when he saw Chen Hao just now, his first reaction was that Chen Hao did not lie to him, he was really here.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Yong had a bigger idea in his mind - if possible, would Chen Hao entrust himself to acquire cinnamon and ask him to help him acquire cinnamon?

Wang Yong knew very well that once Chen Hao really did this, it would be an opportunity for him.

Opportunities to make profits from it.

But unfortunately, the idea is good, but the reality is completely beyond Wang Yong's imagination. Chen Hao actually found people from Dayu Village to buy cinnamon in Xiaoyu Village.

That is to say.

Is the child in front of me considered the agent appointed by Chen Hao?

"Well, that's right, I'm from Dayu Village."

Seeing Wang Yong's surprised look, Gong Shan was a little curious. He didn't understand why Wang Yong was stunned.

"So you are from Dayu Village." After Wang Yong came to his senses, he smiled and said casually: "No wonder I felt familiar when I met just now. Maybe I might have seen you before."

After saying that, he turned his head without waiting for Gong Shan to say anything, and smiled at Chen Hao, "Little brother, then how much cinnamon are you planning to buy this time?"

"Uncle Wang, you can talk to him."

Chen Hao smiled, pointed at Gong Shan with his finger, and emphasized: "Talking with him is equivalent to talking with me."

Only then did Wang Yong completely believe this fact in his heart, sighed silently, and said to Gong Shan with a smile: "Little brother, are you your surname?"

"My surname is Gong."

Gong Shan said with some surprise.
To be continued...