Counterattack 1988

Chapter 707 You are a profiteer [seeking a monthly ticket]

When Wang Lin came to Gusu this time, he stayed at the Gusu Hotel, and he was quite familiar with this hotel.

In the evening, Uncle Zhong returned to the hotel and reported to Wang Lin the experience and knowledge of the trip.

That night, Wang Lin watched the local news report on the flood in his hotel room.

Zhou Boqiang was by Wang Lin's side, seeing him silent for a long time, he said, "Do you have an idea?"

Wang Lin nodded slowly: "I think, maybe I should do something?"

Zhou Boqiang said: "With such a huge loss, personal power is still weak after all."

Wang Lin sighed and said, "Yes! To treat the symptoms, we have to treat the root cause. My money-making speed is still too slow. If I have more money now, maybe I can contribute more."

Zhou Boqiang's expression froze, and he said, "Wang Lin, you have a responsibility for the rise and fall of the world!"

Wang Lin was sullen, lowered his head and smiled wryly.

What can he do?

Wang Lin fell into deep thought.

Suddenly there was a strong wind outside the window, which made the windows crack.

A gust of wind poured into the room, pulling Wang Lin back from his thoughts.

He got up and walked to the window, looking at the vast land, at this moment, he felt so small.

The torrential rain poured down, and the ancient city of Gusu was shrouded in a curtain of rain.

Wang Lin stood alone in front of the window, thinking about something in his heart.

Suddenly his eyes went dark, and a pair of soft and cool hands covered his eyes.

"Brother-in-law, what are you thinking? You're so engrossed in thinking! It's windy and rainy outside, and you're still standing at the window, so you're not afraid of getting wet?" Li Wenjuan's soft voice rang in her ears.

Wang Lin held her hand and said with a smile, "Have you rested yet?"

"I was lying down, but I was woken up by the wind and rain."

Wang Lin turned around and asked, "Where's Mr. Zhou?"

"I knocked on your door, and Mr. Zhou opened it for me, and then he went back to his room."

"Oh!"

Wang Lin smiled slightly: "You should go to bed too."

"Brother-in-law, why are you so preoccupied?"

"I'm thinking about something very troublesome."

"My sister specifically told me to take care of your daily life. You, don't always worry about the country and the people. You are already so rich, even if you don't work, you can still be prosperous and rich all your life!"

"Hehe! That's right!" Wang Lin said with a smile, "If I were like you, I would be carefree all day long?"

"Brother-in-law, I'm not carefree. In fact, I also have my own worries." Li Wenjuan suddenly lowered her head slightly, her black hair hanging on her chest, and she played with the ends of her hair with both hands.

Wang Lin sat down on the edge of the bed: "You are young, what troubles do you have? Tell me, and my brother-in-law will give you the details."

Li Wenjuan sat down beside Wang Lin and said, "Brother-in-law, I fell in love with a man, but I dare not confess to him. I feel very conflicted and painful."

Wang Lin turned to look at her: "Who?"

Li Wenjuan said: "I can't say it."

"Can't you tell your brother-in-law?"

"I can't tell. This is the biggest secret in my heart."

"Then let nature take its course! We can't force God's will." Wang Lin looked out of the window again with deep eyes.

God willing?

Wang Lin's heart was overwhelmed, and he frowned in pain.

People who thought they could let go, can no longer worry about things, why do they still feel so sad once they touch them?
The flood in the Huaihe River had nothing to do with him, Wang Lin, but now it was inevitably connected because of one person.

Li Wenjuan seemed to be whispering in her ear, but Wang Lin didn't listen to a word.

His thoughts had already flown away.

"Brother-in-law, did you hear what I said?" Li Wenjuan tugged at his arm.

"Ah? What did you say?" Wang Lin was startled.

Li Wenjuan raised her mouth and said, "Brother-in-law, I told you so many things on my mind, didn't you hear me at all?"

Wang Lin waved his hand: "Wenjuan, I'm sorry, I'm tired and want to sleep. You should go and rest too."

"Oh, that's fine." Li Wenjuan rushed over and pressed a kiss on his face, "Brother-in-law, good night."

Wang Lin rubbed his face and smiled, "Your sister and I have never been this close before!"

Li Wenjuan smiled mischievously: "This shows that I love you more than my sister loves you!"

Wang Lin couldn't help but slapped her on the butt: "Nonsense! Go to sleep!"

His slap gave Li Wenjuan a strange reaction.

Li Wenjuan blushed, smiled charmingly, and hurried out.

Wang Lin closed the doors and windows and went to bed.

However, Wang Lin couldn't sleep, and he didn't know how long it took before he fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, Wang Lin got up and saw that the sun was shining again outside the window.

After a night of wind and rain in Gusu City, the sky is extraordinarily bright, and the trees seem to be painted with a layer of bright oil paint.

Wang Lin and his party had breakfast at the hotel and set off for Loudong.

Two hours later, the Mercedes-Benz entered the Loudong boundary.

Wang Lin and the others did not enter the city, but inspected the surrounding villages and towns.

"It's all rice growers, and I don't see any cotton growers." Li Wenjuan kept looking at the scenery outside the car.

Zhou Boqiang said: "Cotton is one of the most important crops in the world. It has a large output and low production cost, which makes the price of cotton products relatively low. Now that the reform and opening up have started, farmers have many opportunities and are not motivated to plant. It is better to grow rice!"

"Hey, is that cotton!" Li Wenjuan pointed to a lush green field outside.

"Yes, that's the cotton field." Zhou Boqiang smiled, "Stop the car, let's go down and have a look."

Uncle Zhong pulled over the car, and a group of people got out of the car and approached the cotton field.

Cotton is generally planted with seeds selected in April, and by July, cotton has grown flower buds.

"Brother-in-law, why isn't this cotton white?" Li Wenjuan looked at a piece of pink buds and asked in confusion.

Wang Lin and Zhou Boqiang couldn't help laughing.

Li Wenjuan said: "Brother-in-law, what are you laughing at? Isn't this cotton?"

Wang Lin smiled and said: "The cotton we are talking about is actually the fruit of cotton. What we see now is the real cotton flower. The flower buds fall behind and will form small fruits one by one, just like bells, so they are also called cotton bells." , If the cotton boll grows a little longer, it will turn into a peach-like fruit, which is called a boll. When the boll is ripe, it will split, and fibers like white flocs will grow out of it, which is what we call cotton."

"Ah? It's so complicated! Is it similar to silk? You have to form a cocoon first?" Li Wenjuan giggled, "This flower is so small, so beautiful!"

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Wenjuan, are you from Shencheng?"

Li Wenjuan said: "Of course!"

Wang Lindao: "Then do you know what is our city flower in Shencheng?"

"Is there any city flower in Shencheng?" Li Wenjuan said, "I don't know, what is it?"

Wang Lin said, "It's cotton."

Li Wenjuan asked in surprise, "Is it true? Why is it cotton?"

Wang Lindao: "It's a long story to say. In 1929, the Shencheng Social Bureau used lotus, rose, and natural bamboo as candidates for the city flower. Later, cotton, peony, and osmanthus were added to seek public opinion."

Li Wenjuan said: "Of course the lotus is chosen! The lotus emerges from the mud without staining it!"

Wang Lindao: "Indeed, the lotus grows out of the mud without being stained. The rose flower is always in spring breeze. The peony symbolizes great wealth and wealth. The bamboo is evergreen all the year round. The sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant in August. But cotton is too ordinary, neither fragrant nor Beautiful."

Li Wenjuan said: "That's right! Then why did you choose cotton as the city flower?"

Wang Lindao: "The "Shenbao" at that time published the news of "The Social Bureau proposed to apply for the city flower", which aroused widespread public concern. In April, the results of the selection were announced. Among the more than 4 ballots recovered, Cotton won 17000 votes, and the famous It ranked first, so it was elected as the flower of Shencheng City."

Li Wenjuan said: "This is strange, why? Why do so many people choose cotton?"

Wang Lindao: "Don't say you find it strange, the authorities were also surprised. Later, Shenbao published a special article explaining why cotton can be elected as the city flower. Cotton is the main product in agricultural products. The flowers are beautiful, strong and flocking , to produce raw materials for the industry, clothing and people's livelihood, the benefits are great, the soil of Shencheng is suitable for cotton planting, cotton trade, especially the bulk of import and export, the city is improving the cotton planting business, expanding textile operations, and using it as a city flower. To show advocacy, to hope that agriculture, industry and commerce will develop day by day, and the hope is endless."

Li Wenjuan smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, have you read the information?"

Wang Lin was holding a book in his hand, and he handed it to Li Wenjuan: "You should read it too! It's written on it!"

Li Wenjuan said: "I thought you were so powerful that you memorized everything backwards, but it turned out that you just followed the scriptures. I read the book, and I can say it too!"

Wang Lin and the others laughed out loud.

Zhou Boqiang said: "I agree with cotton as a city flower. No matter how beautiful other flowers are, how can they be as simple and unpretentious as cotton, but it is beneficial to the country and the people? This is the same as a man marrying a wife. He likes coquettish women, but if he really wants to marry back home as his wife, he will definitely marry a good wife and mother who is honest and capable of doing housework."

Li Wenjuan said: "Mr. Zhou, when you talk about cotton, you talk about cotton, and you make fun of us women."

Zhou Boqiang waved his hand: "It's my fault."

Guo Lingling squatted down, sniffed the flowers of cotton, and said with a smile, "There is also a little faint fragrance."

Li Wenjuan also sniffed and said, "It's amazing, such a beautiful flower can produce white cotton."

Wang Lindao: "Cotton is not all white. In addition to white cotton, there are also gray cotton, yellow cotton, and colored cotton."

Li Wenjuan asked, "Why do we only see white cotton?"

Wang Lindao: "Because yellow cotton and gray cotton are low-grade cotton, cotton mills generally don't use them. So we usually see white cotton."

Li Wenjuan said: "Then why are yellow cotton and gray cotton produced?"

Wang Lindao: "At the late stage of cotton growth, cotton bolls die after being frostbitten, and the pigment on the boll shells dyes the fibers, making the raw cotton yellow. However, the cotton fibers that grow in rainy areas, during the growth and development process or after flocculation, encounter When there is more rainfall, less sunshine, and lower temperature, the fiber maturity will be affected, and the raw cotton will appear off-white. This kind of raw cotton is called gray cotton. Gray cotton has low strength and poor quality, so it cannot be used by cotton spinning mills.”

Li Wenjuan clicked her tongue twice: "The cotton farmers will be miserable!"

Wang Lindao: "That's right! That's why cotton farmers work very hard. They all depend on the sky."

At this time, a crisp voice came over: "Hey, what are you doing in my cotton field? Don't break my cotton!"

Following the voice, a little girl with two braids came over, and beside her was a little boy, holding a red-tasseled gun cut from a wooden stick in his hand, and staring at Wang Lin and the others.

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Little girl, is this your cotton field?"

"It's not from my family, is it from yours?" The little girl flicked her braids and looked at Wang Lin and the others warily, "Who are you?"

Zhou Boqiang smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, we are here to buy cotton."

"Are you cotton merchants?" The little girl was fourteen or five years old, but she was sensible.

Zhou Boqiang said: "You can say that."

"A profiteer!" The little girl's eyes became more vigilant.

The little boy was about two years younger than the little girl. He raised the wooden stick in his hand and poked Zhou Boqiang in the air: "My sister is right, you are profiteers!"

Zhou Boqiang and Wang Lin looked at each other in astonishment.

Wang Lin asked: "Why are cotton merchants profiteers? Without cotton merchants, how can you sell the cotton you grow?"

The little girl stared at her big eyes and snorted softly: "My grandfather said that the cotton we planted the year before last earned [-] yuan more per mu than grain. Last year, cotton yielded a lot, but we earned [-] yuan less than grain. One yuan per mu, what are you not profiteers?"

Li Wenjuan said: "We are not profiteers! Brother-in-law, you explain to them! Why did the cotton harvest go down, but the price went down? Did the cotton farmers lose money instead?"

Wang Lin looked at Zhou Boqiang: "Mr. Zhou, you worked as a factory manager in a cotton spinning factory. You should be able to give an authoritative answer to this question, right? Why is that?"

Zhou Boqiang said: "You should all know a story about charging three or five dollars too much."

Wang Lindao: "We have all read Mr. Ye Shengtao's short stories. It tells about the tragic fate of farmers in our country who suffered from bumper harvests in the old days. The novel describes that in the 20s, a group of farmers in the south of the Yangtze River endured pain to sell rice at a loss. To a more tragic doom than in previous years."

Zhou Boqiang nodded heavily: "The price of cotton is also regulated by the market. The purchase quantity of cotton mills is fixed, and the cotton farmers have a good harvest, so the price will naturally be suppressed. The cotton farmers can't do it if they don't sell it, because the price is also one a day. And cotton mills have no choice. In order to control costs, they must purchase low-priced cotton, otherwise they will not be competitive.”

Wang Lin nodded slowly: "Indeed!"

Li Wenjuan said aloud: "There is such a reason! You have a good harvest, but you are losing money?"

This situation is indeed beyond her cognition.

Wang Lin asked the little girl, "How many acres of cotton does your family grow?"

The little girl said, "I won't tell you!"

Wang Lin laughed and said, "We're not bad people. Are your adults around? I'll chat with them."

At this time, a few people came from a distance, and they seemed to be farmers nearby.

The little girl shouted over there: "Grandpa! The profiteer is here again!"

Wang Lin and the others looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

　Dear book friends: Chapter 706 has been published a long time ago, but it is still under review.

　　
　
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