Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

Red dogs are jackals.

Back in 1981, old hunters often said that jackals were thin, with only 30% meat and little fat, so they were worthless.

If you want to sell it, the black market price is between six and eight cents.

Out of respect for the village secretary, Liu Bei decided to sell it at the lowest possible price.

Firstly, it's to do Zhang Weixing a favor; secondly, it saves me the trouble and effort of making a special trip to town.

"What? Six cents?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Weixing raised his eyebrows.

"What? Perhaps you think it's too expensive, Secretary?" Liu Bei was slightly taken aback. "If so, I can make it another ten cents cheaper. How about fifty cents?"

"What? Five cents?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Ha'er, who was standing next to him, became anxious and kept scratching his head. "Brother Bei, isn't 50 cents a bit too low...?"

"Hey! Don't interrupt!" Liu Bei gave Zhang Weixing a look, then smiled. "Secretary, 50 cents is already below market price. This is a friendly price because of you. It really can't go any lower!"

However, upon hearing this, Zhang Weixing frowned deeply, his face showing great dissatisfaction. He shook his head and said, "Five cents? Little Liu, are you looking down on the people of Zhangjiawan Village? Five cents is not enough! As far as I know, the meat of Red Dog can sell for as much as eight cents on the black market. If you really want to sell it, you have to sell it for eight cents. If you sell it for less than that, don't even think about taking Red Dog out of the village!"

Liu Bei: "..."

Fan Ha'er: "..."

The two looked at each other, their faces full of surprise.

Especially Liu Bei,

He had seen plenty of people haggling, but he had only ever seen people try to cut prices as low as possible. This was the first time he had ever heard of someone trying to cut prices as high as possible.

He paused, then asked with a hint of disbelief, "Eight cents? Secretary, are you serious?"

"Do I look like a frivolous person? Eight cents, eighty-eight-eight for good luck, it's settled then. If you don't sell it for this price, our whole village will be furious with you!"

Liu Bei: "..."

Zhang Weixing is a good person.

Free money is free money, why not take it?

"Okay. Eight cents it is. I'll do whatever you say, Party Secretary!" Liu Bei agreed.

"That's right!" Zhang Weixing's serious expression finally relaxed. He looked behind him and waved to someone, "Accountant Xiaofang, come over and do the accounting."

"Um!"

The next moment, a female accountant who looked to be around thirty years old came over and called two villagers to join her.

"Go to the village and bring the scale!"

"good!"

……

Half an hour later, all the red dog meat was sold out.

There are thirteen in total: ten for Liu Bei and three for Fan Ha'er.

At 80 cents per pound, it sold for a total of 153 yuan.

After the last villager left with the red dog meat, Liu Bei specifically pulled the village secretary and accountant Xiao Fang aside.

Then he gave the two of them ten yuan and five yuan respectively.

"Secretary, Accountant Xiaofang, this money is yours!"

"Xiao Liu, what are you doing?" Zhang Weixing and Xiao Fang's expressions suddenly changed, especially Zhang Weixing, who hurriedly tried to return the money, but was stopped by Liu Bei.

Liu Bei explained, "Secretary, you personally helped me divide the meat just now, and Accountant Xiao Fang even helped me with the bookkeeping and accounting. You all put in a lot of work. According to the current policy, the more you work, the more you get. This money is rightfully yours. Please consider it your wages."

"This..." Xiao Fang hesitated for a moment, then looked at Zhang Weixing, the village party secretary.

Zhang Weixing asked, "Wages?"

"Yes, wages!" Liu Bei nodded.

"Since it's wages—" Zhang Weixing paused, "then we'll accept it! But don't do it again!"

"This is the last time!" Liu Bei said with a smile.

"You little rascal!" Zhang Weixing pointed at Liu Bei, finding him more and more pleasing to the eye.

Not old

He knows when to be ruthless and when to be gentle, and he's also very good at navigating social situations.

Such a person is a hidden dragon.

Sooner or later, it will soar to great heights.

It's always a good idea to build a good relationship with someone like that.

"Accountant Xiaofang, please accept this!"

"Okay... alright! Thanks for the notification, Liu Bei!"

"You're too kind!" Liu Bei smiled slightly.

"Xiao Liu, your marksmanship is so accurate, who did you learn it from? Can you tell me?" Zhang Weixing asked curiously.

"I know, I know about this!" Before Liu Bei could speak, Fan Ha'er immediately raised her hand to answer, "My brother Bei married three sisters-in-law. His marksmanship was all taught to him by my three sisters-in-law!"

"Cough cough~"

Upon hearing this, Accountant Xiaofang suddenly coughed.

Liu Bei: "..."

Black lines appeared all over his forehead.

You idiot, it's one thing for you to talk behind your back about your dad and mom fighting, but...

Why are you bringing up me and your three sisters-in-law?

Is this how you act as a brother?

He paused for a moment, then immediately covered Fan Ha'er's mouth, preventing him from continuing.

While covering his mouth, he explained to Zhang Weixing and Accountant Xiaofang, "He's just talking nonsense. He's just talking nonsense..."

"Yes, yes, yes. He's just kidding. He's talking nonsense. We understand! We all understand!"

Zhang Weixing, suppressing a bellyful of laughter, quickly responded.

After saying that, he nudged Xiaofang. Xiaofang, the accountant, reacted and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I understand. I understand!"

Liu Bei: "..."

Taking advantage of Liu Bei's stunned silence, Fan Ha'er broke free from Liu Bei's grasp and added, "Village Secretary, Accountant Xiao Fang, let me tell you something. My brother Bei is not only a great shot, but also incredibly accurate. Every time he shoots his prey, he hits the bullseye every time, a single shot to the heart of the enemy!"

"Pfft~"

Accountant Xiao Fang finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Cough cough~"

Zhang Weixing wanted to laugh, but he choked and could only cough incessantly.

Liu Bei's face was almost black with rage.

This guy is really his good brother.

She quickly covered Fan Ha'er's mouth again, explaining, "Ha'er's gone mad again. He's just talking nonsense. You can't take his words seriously. You can't take them seriously..."

"Brother Bei, how did I say anything wrong?" Upon hearing this, Fan Ha'er forcibly removed Liu Bei's hand and shouted, "You married three sisters-in-law, and each of them gave you a child. Isn't that perfect accuracy?"

"Haha~"

As soon as this word comes out,

Zhang Weixing and Accountant Xiaofang laughed until they cried.

Liu Bei was extremely embarrassed.

Nima.

From whom did Fan Ha'er learn idioms?

Not only do they know how to hit the bullseye with one shot, but they also know how to hit the bullseye every time.

This is clearly teaching people bad things!

This is a real headache!

Sigh, never mind.

Fan Ha'er is a fool; his brain is malfunctioning.

The more you argue with him face-to-face, the worse his cramps get.

In the end, you'll be the one who gets hurt.

Garlic bird! Garlic bird!

Just pretend you didn't hear anything.

Liu Bei finally managed to calm himself down.

Then, forcing a weak smile, she said, "Uh... Secretary Zhang, Accountant Xiao Fang, we've sold out of meat. If there's nothing else, we'll head back now!"

"Let us see you off!" Zhang Weixing suggested.

"No...no need. Please wait. Please wait!"

After waving his hand, Liu Bei grabbed Fan Ha'er and ran away.

They were afraid that if they stayed even a minute longer, Fan Ha'er would say something earth-shattering.

He'll be in an even more awkward situation then.

Watching the two figures run away into the distance.

Zhang Weixing's face immediately darkened. "Xiaofang, go back to the village committee right now and gather everyone in the village. I'm holding a meeting to collectively judge that good-for-nothing Zhang Hu. Let everyone in the village know that similar things must never happen again!"

"It's the Party Secretary!"

……

On this side,

A dozen minutes later, Liu Bei and Fan Ha'er finally reached the shore of Zhangjia Lake.

Looking at the three large wooden buckets on the bamboo raft, Fan Ha'er scratched his head. "Brother Bei, are you still selling fish today?"