In the village committee’s finance office, Zhao Xuemei was thinking about the recent harvest of the valley.

Since there are not many things in the village, they are not just doing the accounting and running into the credit union, and Zhao Xuemei uses the spare time to make money.

After a while, I tasted the sweetness on the millet, but my mind was not on this small cashier position.

Just as he was in a daze, a villager walked in and greeted Zhao Xuemei timidly, "Cashman Zhao, I'm a little tight recently. Everyone said you can borrow money here, can you lend me some?"

Zhao Xuemei shook her head gently and declined, "Uncle Erhei, I'm really sorry, I can't borrow money. If you really lack money, you can sell the millet at home to me."

With the experience of lending, Zhao Xuemei knew the risks of borrowing. If all so much money was released, it would not only take a long time to recover it, but also face many uncertain factors. If you want to make money by harvesting millet, such a method is obviously not advisable.

It was precisely because of these considerations that Zhao Xuemei decided not to borrow money from outside, but instead used the method of directly collecting millet.

Kong Erhei twisted his brows and said, "Cashman Zhao, just help me. Didn't you borrow them all before?"

Zhao Xuemei said coldly: "Uncle Erhei, you also said that that was the past. Now I am really sorry, and no one can borrow it. Everyone said that if you have corn, you will sell the corn here."

"How much do you pay for corn?" Kong Erhei asked.

"It's still Ermao Er, it's the same." Zhao Xuemei said.

Kong Erhei settled the score. The price of Ermai Er was a bit low, so he was not very willing. He had six thousand kilograms in his hand, so he took one thousand kilograms to get through this level first.

"Captain Zhao, can I sell you a thousand pounds to respond to emergency response?"

"Of course, the price is here anyway, and you will be as much as you sell."

Kong Erhei smiled and said, "Sure, thank you, Mr. Zhao, then I'll bring the millet here."

Not long after Kong Erhei left, another villager walked into the finance room. Zhao Xuemei looked up and took a breath. This person was the village's grain-growing king, Wang Changgui.

"Uncle Changgui, why do you have time to come to the village committee today?"

Wang Changgui has a high reputation in the village. When Zhao Xuemei saw him, she also called Uncle Changgui politely.

"Nothing, just take a look, you are the only one in the finance department?"

"Accountant Wang has something to do and goes out."

Wang Changgui is a person who wants to be very face. The most obvious manifestation is that he is clearly thinking about things, but he just doesn't say anything. Most villagers go to the village committee finance office without any trouble, so he will definitely not take a look at it this time.

The finance room was just a small house, except for two tables and a document cabinet, which could be seen at a glance. Wang Changgui stood inside for a long time but refused to leave.

"Uncle Changgui, just tell me if you have anything to do." Zhao Xuemei said.

Wang Changgui's face turned red and he was very shy. He walked to Zhao Xuemei and said softly: "Uh, that's the matter with that millet. Have you been harvesting millet recently? I saw those villagers sending millet from their homes to you."

Zhao Xuemei covered her mouth and smiled, thinking it was something mysterious. It turned out to be this, "Changgui, do you want to sell the millet here too?"

Wang Changgui nodded and said, "Oh, the grain is cheap now. I went outside to inquire. The market price is only 24 cents. The key is that there is no place to collect it yet."

Zhao Xuemei said happily: "Otherwise, you will consider me and sell me here."

Wang Changguiwei said: "But I have heard from everyone that you collect millet here are two cents. The millet in my hand is not a small amount, so the price is not very cost-effective."

Zhao Xuemei asked, "How many do you have in your hands?"

Wang Changgui said: "This time I collected the previous ones, and there were 30,000 kilograms in the granary."

Thirty thousand pounds!

It is nothing to the rice factory, but it is quite a lot for self-employed people. A light flashed in Zhao Xuemei's eyes. If she could eat the batch of millet from Wang Changgui's hand, she would make another profit.

Zhao Xuemei looked at Wang Changgui with a smile and said, "Uncle Changgui, Ermaoer, you think it's too low, why don't you tell me the right price."

"It's going to be two or three no matter what."

It’s not that Wang Changgui has not calculated this account, but because he has carefully calculated it from beginning to end and deducted his own storage, transportation and labor costs, he said so.

Zhao Xuemei remained calm, but was calculating the profits of the business in her heart.

Although Wang Changgui only cut one cent for this knife, he made money by doing this kind of bulk goods business.

If you earn it at 2 cents, Zhao Xuemei can earn two points per pound, which is undoubtedly the best.

But Wang Changgui held 30,000 kilograms of millet in his hand, which was a lot of money for him, so the price of 20,000 cents can definitely not be lower.

30,000 jin is calculated as a profit of one cent. Zhao Xuemei's gross profit is 300. After deducting the car hire and the kickbacks given to Wu Changlong, eating the batch of millet in Wang Changgui's hand can make about 200 yuan.

Two hundred yuan doesn’t sound like a lot. You should know that this can be earned by just a transaction. It is enough to earn Zhao Xuemei’s salary for the job of cashier Zhao Xuemei.

After calculating the profit, although I made less money, I made a profit after all. Zhao Xuemei replied readily: "Uncle Changgui, just follow the price you mentioned. What do you think?"

"Really? That's good, we decided that!"

Wang Changgui was even more happy. It was not a problem to sell anyone, but it was difficult to sell in the town.

I could also cash out all the millet in my hand at one time when I sold it to Zhao Xuemei, and exchanged it for 6,900 yuan.

While happy, Wang Changgui asked, "How do you give this money?"

Zhao Xuemei smiled slightly, "Uncle Changgui, you have to make a decision, so let's sign the contract."

Wang Changgui was confused and didn't understand very well, so he asked, "Captain Zhao, how should we sign this contract?"

"It's very simple. The contract is in duplicate. We both have one in our hands. Signing the contract means we have agreed to the deal."

Zhao Xuemei continued to explain: "The total weight of this batch of millet, the purchase unit price and the total price will be indicated in the contract. We have agreed on the shipping date. I will pay you a deposit of 10%. After you receive the deposit and get the contract, this batch of millet can not be sold to others except me."

"Of course, I can't breach the contract. If the breach of contract, the deposit will belong to you, and I have to compensate you with another 10% penalty. If you breach the contract first, I will also have to compensate me with the penalty."

Zhao Xuemei said: "As long as both of us agree with this contract and sign and seal it, it will have legal effects, and this can be arbitrated by the Labor Bureau."

Wang Changgui understood the general meaning and nodded repeatedly, "It turns out that this is called signing a contract. This is good, this is good! Although we are all people with credit, there are times when things happen, and signing this contract is more guaranteed."

Zhao Xuemei smiled very happily, "Then I will do a contract now. After you have checked it, I feel that there is no problem, so we will sign the contract."

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