Counterattack 1988

Chapter 708 The trouble caused by the fan 【Subscribe】

The few villagers came over.

The little girl shouted: "Grandpa, they are cotton merchants and profiteers!"

A villager in his sixties looked at Wang Lin and the others and shook his head: "They don't look like cotton merchants."

Zhou Boqiang smiled and said, "Brother, how are you?"

"Hello." The old farmer nodded, put down the sprayer on his back, and asked, "What are you here for?"

Zhou Boqiang passed a cigarette, and then passed cigarettes to other villagers, saying, "Let's come and see the cotton fields."

"But I don't think you look like cotton merchants."

"We are not cotton merchants, we are the upstream acquirer of cotton merchants."

Cotton spinning mills do not come directly to the countryside to collect cotton, but purchase it through cotton merchants.

Zhou Boqiang is the manager of the factory, and usually has more contacts with cotton merchants than cotton farmers.

Each family of cotton farmers grows less, and it is impossible to deal directly with manufacturers, only with cotton merchants.They are used to seeing the faces of cotton merchants, and they can recognize them at a glance.

He certainly didn't look like a cotton merchant.

Zhou Boqiang said: "We belong to a textile factory."

Others may not understand what cotton farmers say about Shenfang Mill and Aishiu Group, but when you talk about textile factories, cotton farmers will naturally understand what you do.

The old farmer said: "Are you from the factory? Now the factory has come directly to collect cotton?"

Zhou Boqiang said with a smile: "Let's come over to see the market. This little girl said that cotton merchants are all profiteers. It seems that the middle price difference earned by cotton merchants is very high!"

The old farmer said: "Businessmen, they also have to eat, it's understandable."

"How many acres of cotton do you plant?"

"Five acres."

"Can it produce more than a thousand catties of cotton?"

"Almost, it depends on the weather."

"The output is still too low. According to national regulations, the cotton price has been raised this year, and the purchase price of standard-grade roller cotton has reached about 50 yuan per 325 kilograms. That is, the cotton price is 3.25 yuan per catty. Last year, every 50 The price of one kilogram of standard-grade top roller cotton is only 236 yuan. This year’s increase is considered large, and for every 50 kilograms of top roller cotton, the state can subsidize 20 yuan. If your five mu of land increases by one thousand catties, then There is money to be made."

"Grow a thousand catties?" The old farmer and other villagers laughed, "Is this possible?"

Zhou Boqiang said: "Maybe! As long as there are good seeds."

The old farmer said, "Where do these good seeds come from?"

Zhou Boqiang pointed to Wang Lin beside him: "This is Wang Lin, Mr. Wang, he is the boss of Aishiu Group. We are here this time to support a cotton field in your local area, cultivate the best cotton seeds for planting, and improve the quality of cotton. The yield per mu also increases the income of cotton farmers.”

"Are you selling cotton seeds?" The old farmer suddenly realized.

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Grandpa, we don't sell seeds, we can provide them to everyone for free."

The old farmer said: "Free? Is there such a good thing in the world?"

Wang Lindao: "If there is a company that is willing to contract the cotton you produce, would you be willing?"

The old farmer said: "As long as the price is right, you can sell it to anyone."

Wang Lindao: "Are you willing to work with wages? Or are you willing to grow cotton and sell it to us?"

The old farmer said: "It depends on which one has a higher income."

Wang Lin came here to understand the thoughts of cotton farmers, and at the same time to investigate the local cotton quality, yield per mu and many other factors.

A villager put the hoe in his hand on the ground, and several people sat on the handle of the hoe, chatting with Wang Lin while smoking the cigarettes issued by Wang Lin and the others.

Wang Lin and Zhou Boqiang sat down on a nearby rock.

Li Wenjuan and Guo Lingling were girls, so they couldn't just sit on the floor, so they had to stand beside them.

Both Wang Lin and Zhou Qiangbo were talkative people, and they chatted endlessly with the cotton farmers, and they chatted casually for more than half an hour.The two packs of cigarettes he carried were soon exhausted.

After chatting, Zhou Boqiang said to Wang Lin: "The yield of cotton per mu is too low, at least it must reach more than [-] catties per mu."

Wang Lin nodded calmly: "I heard from them that this is mostly the case in this area. It seems that the cultivation of seeds is also a top priority. The best seeds, the yield per mu can reach [-] catties, or even more than [-] catties!"

Zhou Boqiang said: "Wang Lin, if cotton seeds with higher yield per mu can be cultivated, it will be a great thing for the country and the people."

Wang Lindao: "Let's take a closer look. We'll run around Loudong today, and we'll go back to the city to rest at night. We'll go to other counties tomorrow to see what's going on."

Zhou Boqiang said: "The number of cotton farmers in Loudong has decreased a lot, which is related to the fluctuation of cotton prices. The changes in international cotton prices have also dealt a great blow to the confidence of our cotton farmers."

Wang Lindao: "International cotton prices may be cheaper, but we must not be greedy for this cheapness, and we must not hand over a strategic material like cotton to foreigners. Not to mention foreign speculators, it is domestic Cotton merchants, we also need to prevent them from hoarding. Capitalists have no kindness. They first use low-price strategies to defeat our cotton farmers, and then they can sell cotton at high prices and control our cotton market.”

Zhou Boqiang said, "That's the truth."

Wang Lindao: "After we finish our inspection, we have to go to the China Cotton Institute in Anyang."

Zhou Boqiang smiled and said, "Did the Han people tell you? He used to work in the cotton field and met many experts in the cotton field. These experts are now working in the China Cotton Institute."

Wang Lindao: "Whether we can cultivate cotton seeds with higher yield depends on the scientific research personnel of China Cotton Institute. Let's go!"

A group of them walked through various villages and towns in Loudong.

At noon, the sun was so hot that Li Wenjuan opened a parasol, and no matter where Wang Lin went, she followed him to open an umbrella for him.

Li Wenjuan really became more and more considerate and gentle towards Wang Lin.

Her care and love for Wang Lin came from the bottom of her heart.

But her kind of love can only be buried deep in her heart, and she dare not even express it.

Last night, she almost told her secret in Wang Lin's room, but the girl's reserve and shyness made her unable to say it.

She could only turn all her tenderness into love for Wang Lin.

At noon, Wang Lin and the others came to a small town and ate some pasta casually. In the afternoon, they went to inspect the local cotton planting situation.

In the car, Wang Lin chatted with Zhou Boqiang and said, "Mr. Zhou, the price of cotton has increased so much this year. If there were cotton reserves before, wouldn't it be possible to make a lot of money?"

Zhou Boqiang smiled and said, "That's for sure. There are hundreds of tons of cotton in the Shenfang Mill, and the value will immediately appreciate."

Wang Lindao: "Sometimes it is so easy to make money, all you need is a chance. The price of cotton per catty has risen by almost one yuan. One ton is 2000 yuan, and one hundred tons can earn 20 yuan! This is too easy to earn !"

Zhou Boqiang said: "The problem is that hoarding cotton is very risky. International cotton prices are changing. No one knows when the price will rise. There is also a certain cost to preserve so much cotton."

Wang Lindao: "That's why some people speculate on cotton futures."

Zhou Boqiang said, "We don't have a futures market in China, do we?"

Wang Lindao: "Not yet. Even the domestic stock exchange is still under preparation. I read on the news not long ago that my country's first futures trading market is also under preparation. It will be established in Zhengcheng by the end of the year."

"The domestic economy is more and more in line with the international standards, which is a good thing." Zhou Boqiang said, "That's why I often say that this era must belong to your young people. People like our generation are very familiar with stocks and futures. It's hard to figure it out."

Zhengshang Exchange will be the first futures trading market in my country. Zhengshang Exchange is engaged in agricultural product futures. It has successively launched futures trading varieties such as wheat, mung beans, sesame, cotton yarn, and peanut kernels. The varieties approved by the China Securities Regulatory Commission are: Wheat, cotton, sugar, rapeseed oil, early indica rice and other futures varieties.

Wang Lin thought about the big increase in the price of cotton this time, and thought that the price of this kind of futures has changed greatly, which is even worse than that of the stock market.

After investigating around, Wang Lin had a comprehensive understanding of the cotton planting situation in Loudong.

Back at the hotel at night, Wang Lin recorded the data collected today.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. These data will be beneficial to Wang Lin in formulating policies for the cotton area in the future.

After Wang Lin memorized the relevant data, he put down his pen and rested.

He went to the window and lit a cigarette.

The weather is fine tonight, a first-quarter moon shines brightly in the sky, and the sky and the earth are completely white.

There are not too many high-rise buildings in Gusu. If you look at it from a distance, you can see the lights of thousands of houses, reflecting each other.

Li Wenjuan came to look for him and asked him if he wanted to go out for a stroll?
Seeing that the moonlit night was just right tonight, Wang Lin smiled and said, "Okay, let's go for a walk."

He went to call Zhou Boqiang.

After all, Zhou Boqiang was getting old. After running outside for a day, his back was sore and his legs hurt, so he said he wanted to rest.

Wang Lin called Guo Lingling and Uncle Zhong, and the four of them went shopping.

The most worthwhile shopping in Gusu at night is of course Guanqian Street.

Wang Lin accompanied Shen Xue and Zhou Porridge here, and this evening accompanied Li Wenjuan to go shopping.

Li Wenjuan and Guo Lingling were particularly interested in the things in the night market, and they went from stall to stall.

Uncle Zhong followed them not far or near.

The night market sells everything, all kinds of cultural creations, porcelain, silk, embroidered shoes, folding fans, small handmade products, cheongsam, jewelry and many other categories, as well as stalls selling fresh meat mooncakes and sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine.It's all about women's interests.

Wang Lin took a fancy to a folding fan, picked it up and looked at it.

The stall owner immediately introduced: "Comrade, this is a silk fan. It is handmade by us. It is an ancestral craftsmanship and is extremely durable."

Wang Lin put the fan on the palm of his hand, rubbed his fingers lightly, and the fan opened with a snap.

Li Wenjuan saw it, and couldn't help but wow: "Brother-in-law, how did you open the fan? Teach me!"

Wang Lin smiled and said, "It's not so difficult. It's very simple, and a smart person can learn it at a glance. I'll try it again and show you."

He closed the fan and held it in his palm, then rubbed his fingers together, and the fan opened again.

Li Wenjuan smiled and said, "It's so chic! Let me try it!"

In the martial arts movies produced in Hong Kong, those Pianpian sons can’t leave their hands. Everyone will hold a folding fan in his hand, and the fan will open with a light shake. The action looks extremely free and easy, and he is also fascinated There are many female audiences.

Li Wenjuan was naturally pleasantly surprised when she saw that Wang Lin could do this trick.

She took the fan and held it in her hand, following Wang Lin's example, she rubbed it several times, but the fan did not move at all.

"Brother-in-law, how did you open it?" Li Wenjuan acted coquettishly.

Wang Lin laughed and said, "Like this, come on, I'll teach you."

He held Li Wenjuan's hand and taught her how to open a fan.

Li Wenjuan practiced a few times, and finally learned it, but the force of opening the fan is not high, the movement is not smooth, and she can't make the crackling sound when Wang Lin opened the fan.

She practiced it a few more times, but at the last moment she used too much force and turned the fan in the wrong direction. The entire skeleton of the folding fan was turned upside down and misplaced.

The stall owner became anxious when he saw it: "Oh, are you going to buy it or not? Fans are played like this, and they are easy to break!"

Li Wenjuan said: "Huh? It's not what you said just now. Are your fans durable? How can they break after playing with them?"

The stall owner said: "Fans are used to cool off the wind. How can you play like this? Look at my fan! The surface of this fan is all peeled! How can I sell it? You must buy this fan !"

Li Wenjuan said: "How can there be such a reason? Aren't you buying and selling by force?"

Wang Lin waved his hand: "Okay, I'll buy it, how much?"

The stall owner said, "50 yuan."

Wang Lin was startled, and the hand that took out the money froze suddenly.

A fan, although it is made of silk, is really expensive at 50 yuan.

But Wang Lin has money, so he doesn't care about the small stalls. He was about to pay, but Li Wenjuan held his hand down: "Brother-in-law, he said fifty is fifty? How dare he dare to pay for such a small fan?" Asking for fifty dollars? How unreasonable! Five dollars at most, I think!"

The price in Wang Lin's mind was five yuan at most.

But this fan, he and Li Wenjuan were indeed able to play with it, and the fan surface was lifted up. Although it was said that it could still be sold if it was stained with glue, it was difficult to deal with the stall owner.

"Five yuan?" The stall owner sneered, "You two, are you tourists from other places? You don't know the value of our Suzhou embroidery. It takes a worker to do a few jobs to make a fan like this. , all are hand-embroidered, look at the workmanship, look at the fan, five dollars? Can you do it?"

Li Wenjuan said: "You kill gangsters? You think we are from out of town so you can bully them? Five yuan, will you sell it? If you don't sell it, you will be defeated! Brother-in-law, let's go!"

The stall owner shouted in a deep voice: "How can there be such a reason in the world? You broke my things and you want to leave like this? Stop, you have to buy this fan today, and you have to pay if you don't buy it!"

Li Wenjuan said: "Hey, you really dare to sell by force? I won't buy it! What can you do? I asked the fans at other stalls before, and they only sold them for five yuan a piece! Yours sells for 50 yuan. Isn't it money grabbing?"

The stall owner said: "People are different from each other, and this fan is also different! My fan is only worth 50 yuan."

The main reason is that he saw that Wang Lin had already paid for it just now, so he would definitely not let them go.

If it wasn't for Li Wenjuan's obstruction, Wang Lin would indeed have bought it.

But Li Wenjuan is not easy to mess with. If she is asked to spend unreasonable money on a bad fan, she will not obey.

"Five yuan, if you sell it, I'll buy it! Fifty yuan? Just dream!" Li Wenjuan said, "This fan is not broken, it's just scratched here, you got it glued, why don't you sell it to others? I think you are unreasonable! Let's go!"

Seeing that they were really going to leave, the stall owner rushed out from behind the stall and stretched out his hand to grab Li Wenjuan: "Stop! If you don't pay me today, you will never leave!"

(End of this chapter)