Future Stamps and Coins Diary

Chapter 83 The Price is High Enough

This is a unique way to appear!

Lu Feng breathed a sigh of relief and found that the crowd around him had left some space in the panic, and the motorcycle rushed in so brazenly.

"Wu Xihu, what are you crazy about?" A local elder from the Wu family pointed at the father and son and scolded them.

Wu Xihu jumped off the motorcycle and said with a nonchalant smile: "Uncle, with my driving skills, I know what I am doing, I know what I am doing!"

"You are so reckless. When will you be able to behave yourself?"

While his elders were giving him a lecture, Wu Xihu threw his motorcycle aside with a smile and climbed directly onto the stage from the front.

The old man had long been accustomed to his shabby appearance, and had no choice but to say with a gloomy face: "You are bringing shame to our Wu family."

Wu Xin followed his father onto the stage and said with a smile, "Second Uncle, the rules are nothing more than human feelings. We didn't hurt anyone, right?"

Seeing that the two of them had already run up, Lu Feng hurriedly followed them, but he didn't dare to just climb over so carelessly, so he could only walk up the five steps next to him.

The old man who was hosting the event quickly tried to smooth things over. "Okay, okay. As long as the people are here, that's fine."

Later, the village director's phone rang. He picked it up and saw a text message saying, "They said they don't know the exact amount either."

The old man looked into the distance with a gloomy face and found that the bald man was riding a bicycle quickly towards him.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's start." The old man in a Zhongshan suit who was in the lead once again announced the official start of the bidding.

Lu Feng stood in the crowd and counted, and found that including the three of them, there were only twelve people. Several people, including Zhou Laosi, did not show up.

Looking to the other side, the village director Zhou Yixiang and the two middle-aged men were also staring at the three of them.

"Lv Feng, luckily my father is a good driver, otherwise we would really miss it. Those people in the village committee are like sticky candy..." In the middle of winter, Wu Xin was sweating profusely.

"Did they go to your house?" Lu Feng asked.

Wu Xin smiled bitterly: "Early in the morning, we were surrounded by people as soon as we got home. These people came to inquire about our bid price. I told them the truth, we didn't know what the bid price was."

As he was talking, everyone else had already received their cards and went to a corner to write down their intended price.

"It's our turn!"

The three of them walked over, each got their own card, and gathered together again.

"Lv Feng, how much do you think is a reasonable rent?"

"Generally speaking, the prices of the big venues are slightly higher, and the prices of the other two venues were all over a thousand yuan last year." Wu Xihu reminded.

"Just write fifteen hundred!" Lu Feng had already thought of the price.

He is determined to acquire these three farms.

"Fifteen thousand? Are you crazy?" Wu Xihu lowered his voice to the minimum. "According to the price of shrimp in the past two years, one acre can make a few thousand yuan if you are lucky, but you may even lose money if you are unlucky. Even if you can rent it at this price, the risk is far greater than the profit."

Wu Xihu originally had great confidence in Lu Feng, but when he heard the price, even he panicked.

Isn't this just giving away money for free?
It is true that no one else would offer this price, but there is no need to do so. According to the current market conditions, around 1,000 is the most appropriate.

Some even predict that the rent this time will be slightly lower than the previous one.

Wu Xin was also a little confused.

"Lü Feng, isn't it a bit too high?"

"It's okay, just report it as I say. As long as we can get it, I have other arrangements!" Lu Feng said.

"Any other plans? Raising yellow croaker or mud bream?" Wu Xihu asked. Lu Feng shook his head: "Neither. You'll know after we take the photos. It's useless to tell you now."

The two still didn't quite believe it, but looking at Lu Feng's expression, they knew there was no reason for them to bargain at this point.

"Okay. Then let's do as you say. I hope you can have some good ideas." Wu Xihu was still somewhat hesitant, but he quickly wrote down the relevant information.

Wu Xin didn't seem to care. He didn't really understand this anyway, so he just accepted whatever Lu Feng said.

The three of them wrote their essays and put them into the box.

On the other side, the communication between the old man and his two middle-aged companions was coming to an end.

"Director, what should we do now?"

Zhou Yixiang lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it. No matter what, if we don't rent it this time, we will lose more. We might as well just buy it at a high price. Come... you write the price for 30 acres, 1,300; you write the price for 50 acres, 1,350; I'll write the price for 100 acres myself, 1,400. I don't believe that with such a high premium, there are still people who can compete with us."

Adding the money they have already spent, their rental costs have exceeded fifteen hundred!
This is the limit he can bear after careful calculation. Moreover, this year, the price of feed remains unchanged and the price of adult shrimp does not fall further.

"Director Zhou, isn't this price a bit too high?" one of them said.

Zhou Yixiang decided: "We can't care so much. Many people are watching this matter now. We have spent so much energy and mobilized so many resources. If we still can't win, it will become a joke."

When they heard it, they immediately thought it made sense.

Even if it wasn't for high profits, they still wanted to save face. More than half of the sixteen people had announced their withdrawal, clearly showing that they had broken up.

If the three fields cannot be won, then the meaning of establishing the foundation will be completely meaningless.

"Okay!" The two of them quickly filled it out and put it in the box.

The remaining people on the field, except for the original two lessees of 1000 acres and 1100 acres, were all called by them to bid together. As for these two people, they had already guessed the other party's psychological price, which was around , and the upper limit would not be higher than .

After more than a dozen people cast their cards, they all stepped back.

The host came up again and told both sides to put out the three blackboards that had been prepared in advance. "Fellow villagers, under your witness, the bidding is over. I'm sure everyone is looking forward to who will win the lease rights of these three farms this year."

"Now, please welcome our guest today, the donor of the three farms, Mr. Zhou Dali, to announce it to us."

Zhou Dali, a Chinese Canadian now, has been an overseas immigrant since his grandfather's generation. When he left his hometown, he donated all three farms to the village, which led to the current situation.

Every session, the village will try its best to invite them to come as witnesses, which can be regarded as a kind of explanation.

The young man in his forties didn't say too many polite words. He just bowed to everyone, walked quickly to the box representing thirty acres, and took out five bidding cards from it.

"Lv Yongzheng, bid price: 980 yuan per mu."

Following his announcement, the MC came over, displayed the card for everyone to see, and wrote the name and price on the blackboard.

The price of 980 yuan is in line with the market price and there are no surprises.

"Saturday A, bid price, 1300 yuan."

This time, as the voice came out, there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd.

"1350, a new high."

"Someone has offered such a high price at this price, it seems like they are determined to win."

"I guess it was the village foundation that made the move. Just think of it as charity."

The old host also looked deeply at Zhou Yixiang behind him and gave him a look of gratitude.

(End of this chapter)