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Chapter 23(2/2)

"You adults don't remember the faults of villains, so don't argue with Ergou. You should sell the wild boar to me for 1 yuan a pound to save face for my brother."

He put his arm around Song Weixing's shoulders and looked very affectionate. He also conveniently, uh no, kicked Li Ergou in the leg.

Li Ergou could only endure it, tried his best to put on a smile, and said with a forced smile:

"That's right, don't argue with me."

Song Guanjun patted his younger brother, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident. After all, an extra 3 cents per pound, for such a big wild boar, was dozens of yuan extra!

Song Weixing thought for a while and nodded.

Sun Guoqing immediately beamed.

Zhao Wenmu wanted to step forward to stop him, but Zhao Wenlin pulled him back.

Once weighed, this wild boar actually weighed 227 kilograms and 8 taels!

Sun Guoqing and others counted the money in their hands and found only 224 yuan and 2 cents left. He handed all the money to Song Guanjun.

"Brother Champion, do you see this?"

Champion Song was a very honest man. He carefully counted the money twice and handed it to Song Weixing to count again.

Then he nodded and said, "That's it."

Sun Guoqing and his entourage came empty-handed and returned with a full load, not to mention how comfortable they felt.

Several people carried wild boars and other game and walked away humming songs.

They completely ignored the smiles in the eyes of Zhao Wenmu and Song Weixing after they left.

Zhao Wenmu was not idle here either. A group of people were orderly weighing, settling accounts, paying, and confirming whether any of the stores had excessive game quantities.

Zhao Jing was lying in front of a small table, carefully writing down the accounts. Her handwriting was soft and graceful, just like her peaceful face that had aged well.

Zhao Wenmu was fascinated by it!

This job was requested by Zhao Jing herself.

Zhao Wenmu didn't know that she was actually doing this to chase him.

All he thought in his mind was that if Zhao Jing wanted to do it, let her do it. He just had to watch and not make her tired.

His girl can do whatever she wants.

In the past, he would just jot down all the accounts in his mind. It wasn't that he didn't care about accounting. After all, he was a successful entrepreneur in his previous life, so how could he not know the importance of accounting.

I just feel like it’s just a small fight now, so I don’t pay much attention to it.

It's good to have my wife to help me with my accounting now. Maybe I can leave this matter to Zhao Jing in the future.

My wife manages the accounts and makes a fortune.

Zhao Xuelei also sent the accountant of the production team to record the records. After all, the production team charges 1 cent per kilogram of game, so it is necessary to know how much Zhao Wenmu received.

After everyone sold the game, they didn't leave yet. They were all looking at how much game other people had sold.

Zhao Wenmu suddenly stood up and waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"To everyone who sold game to Sun Guoqing today, I will not buy your game in the next five days!"

"You don't need to come over tomorrow, just go and sell it to Sun Guoqing!"

If mistakes are made without punishment, more people will make mistakes in the future!

Just suspending the purchase of game for five days is already extremely gentle to these people.

According to the hard-line approach in the market in his previous life, he would never buy these other people’s game again!

The people who sold Sun Guoqing game on the spot looked at each other, praying in their hearts that Sun Guoqing would come to buy game tomorrow.

Others had a vague feeling that Sun Guoqing might not be able to come tomorrow.

When the villagers here were worried about Sun Guoqing's fate.

On the other side, Sun Guoqing and others are looking forward to making a fortune tomorrow.

Little did he know, he had fallen into a trap.
Chapter completed!
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