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Wang An took out another dollar and placed it next to the previous dollar, saying:
"Is it okay to load it onto the vehicle now?"

The warehouse manager glanced at Wang An, then at the two yuan, but made no further move.

But before the warehouse manager could speak, Wang An took out the third one-yuan note, looked at the warehouse manager's face, and then slowly took out the fourth one-yuan note, then the fifth, the sixth, and so on, until he took out the eighth one-yuan note.

Seeing that the warehouse clerk still didn't make a move, Wang An slowly and deliberately collected the eight one-yuan bills on the table one by one, saying in a very helpless tone:

“Alright, brother, go ahead and check the inventory. It’ll be dawn in a few more hours. We’ll just wait here. Anyway, we old farmers have long hours and it’s not worth much, so we can afford to wait.”

Seeing that Wang An had put the money away, the warehouse manager immediately became anxious.

That's 8 yuan! He's just a temporary worker, and his salary for half a month is less than 8 yuan!
The warehouse clerk grabbed Wang An's hand as he was collecting money, and said anxiously:

"Hey, hey, brother, don't rush me, brother. Right now, right away, I'll get you loading the truck. We can't delay a moment. You're in a hurry to load it. We'll talk to others after you're done. Brother, brother, what do you think, brother?"

Wang An smiled slightly and said jokingly:

"What if I delay your inventory check? Then I'll be in big trouble."

The warehouse manager immediately put on a smiling face and said, as if making a guarantee:
"It's alright, it's alright, I'll figure something out. Just relax and load the truck, brother. I guarantee you won't mess this up."

Wang An then feigned a worried expression and said:

"Is this...is this appropriate? Won't it interfere with your work?"

The warehouse manager hurriedly said:
"No, no, absolutely not. You guys are the priority, brothers. Just focus on loading the truck. You don't need to worry about me at all."

Wang An chuckled, then put the four one-yuan bills he had collected back on the table and said:

"Alright then, thank you for your trouble, big brother. Hehehehe."

Seeing Wang An put the money down, the warehouse manager finally breathed a deep sigh of relief.

It was his job as a warehouse manager, so if he missed such a good opportunity to make money, he might regret it for half a year.

That's 8 yuan! That's enough for them to buy so many kilograms of rice and flour!

The warehouse manager stopped pretending and quickly collected the eight yuan on the table, beaming with a very enthusiastic smile.

He casually stuffed the money into his pocket and said impatiently:

"Loading, loading, loading right now, brother. Give me the invoice, I'll register it for you in a minute, no, half a minute. Then you can drive the truck to the door and load it even faster."

There's a saying that goes, "Money makes the world go round," and that's so damn true.

The warehouse manager, who was so arrogant just a moment ago, now practically begs Wang An to lick his boots.

Sure enough, in less than half a minute, the warehouse keeper stood up from his chair and said as he walked towards the door:

"Let me tell you, brother, just now, Director Deng's relative from the county committee office came to pick up fertilizer, and I sent him straight away." "This warehouse clerk job is a piece of cake. They only make a measly ten-odd yuan a month. Who the hell wants to serve them in the middle of the night? If something goes wrong, I might lose my job. I'd rather not ship anything."

After a pause, the warehouse clerk, perhaps feeling he owed Wang An 8 yuan, began to ramble on:
"Let me tell you, brother, I'm not trying to make things difficult for you. A few days ago, our group was punished, and several people were sent home on standby. You know how hard it is to make money these days, sending people home on standby is like not letting them make a living!"

Wang An simply responded with grunts and haws, occasionally offering a casual "um" or "that's fine."

Even so, it seemed to give the warehouse manager a very high sense of recognition, making the warehouse manager talk incessantly, which annoyed Wang An.

The main problem is that Wang An doesn't have the time or inclination to know about the warehouse manager's petty squabbles! Damn it!
Wang An came here with only one purpose: to safely and smoothly transport the fertilizer back.

Thus, with Wang An's "money power," everyone quickly began loading the identified amount of fertilizer onto the truck.

And the 60 tons of fertilizer that were just delivered are dwindling at a visible rate.

If those people anxiously queuing outside the yard, braving the howling wind and rain, saw this scene, what would they think?

Unfortunately, there's no such thing as "fairness" in this world. Achieving relative fairness is already quite an achievement.

Seeing that the warehouse manager, who had just been acting like a wronged child, was now chatting with Wang An with a big smile, Wang Li really couldn't understand how Wang An had managed to do that.

Of course, Mu Xueli, who witnessed the warehouse manager's awful face just now, was also completely baffled.

However, their admiration for Wang An only increased.

The main reason is that these two people believe that as long as Wang An takes action, there is nothing he cannot do.

Little did people know that Wang An sometimes simply used money to pave the way.

Wang An stood chatting with the warehouse manager, while Wang Li and Mu Xueli stood by the truck guarding the fertilizer that had already been loaded. Ten vagrants were responsible for carrying the fertilizer and loading it onto the truck.

In less than 20 minutes, all 7 tons, or 140 bags, of fertilizer were packed.

And Wang An's ears were finally free from the torment of the warehouse manager's foul mouth.

It's understandable that the warehouse manager is so talkative; after receiving an 8 yuan bribe, he has to offer some kind of reward, right?
So what the warehouse manager said to Wang An wasn't all complaints, but rather a lot of "promises," or more accurately, a lot of "benefits" that Wang An might receive in the future.

For example, if Wang An wants to buy seeds or pesticides in the future, he can just go to him directly, and he will definitely give Wang An the best, without bringing any damaged or old goods.

These "promises" and "benefits" were of little use to Wang An, but he still had to get them to express their gratitude, right?
You can't expect someone to be having a great time talking and then suddenly Wang An says something like, "What's the use of all this gay stuff? I don't need it."
After loading the truck, everyone got into their respective vehicles and headed back.

The GAZ was still leading the way, with the Liberation truck following behind.

However, Wang An, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the GAZ, had already taken the sack containing the Type 56 assault rifle out of the trunk and had been holding it in his hand the whole way.

In any situation, Wang An's Type 56 assault rifle will inevitably put on a spectacular display of bullets flying everywhere.

Fortunately, no foolish humans or wild beasts appeared along the way, and Wang An's Type 56 assault rifle never had a chance to roar. (End of Chapter)