He was speechless all night, and the next morning, He Wentao received a call from Qian Zhiming.

What He Wentao did not expect was that Qian Zhiming said that the city has no unified opinion on the disposal of the garment factory, so he planned to hold a bidding meeting for the garment factory.

Interestingly, the bidding meeting model is a dark bid.

From Qian Zhiming's words, He Wentao heard that some people in the city still like Ma Deping.

After all, Ma Deping's clothing factory is also a star enterprise in the city. Once the city clothing factory is merged, its strength will become stronger and it will be considered a favor for the city.

But Qian Zhiming also hinted that He Wentao didn't need to worry much.

Even after some discussion, it was suggested that He Wentao set the price at 2 million.

The bidding meeting will be scheduled for next Monday, which is three days later.

He Wentao sighed after hanging up the phone.

He was sure that there would be no problem with the clothing factory.

But the price is two million, which is really not easy to do.

It’s not that the price is too high, but that he is too poor.

His total funds are only 2.8 million yuan, and he will have to buy a clothing factory for two million yuan. The storefront rent does not require too much, but the decoration will not be less.

In addition, there is another key operation, he is not sure how much it will cost.

He Wentao found paper and pen, sorted out his thoughts, and wrote the bid, but he was too lazy to print it.

The small cities of this era are not that troublesome.

Including bidding, it doesn’t matter whether you are a unit or an individual. If you feel the stones and cross the river, you have to grow slowly before you can become regular.

After putting away the bid, He Wentao thought about it, went out to find a newspaper booth, and bought all the newspapers today.

I didn't care about the place and started reading it outside the newsstand.

After reading the newspapers one by one, I finally saw a useful information in an agricultural newspaper.

"The cowpeas in our city welcome a bumper harvest, why is the price diving?"

The subtitle is market-oriented and beware of rushing to get on the horse.

After flipping through the newspaper, He Wentao did not see any other useful information, so he did not continue reading it.

He called Zhang Wang on the public telephone from the newsstand to ask about the situation of Cowpea, and the news he received was similar to what he expected.

The cowpea yield was reduced the year before yesterday, and the price was extremely high.

Last year, many people grew cowpeas and made a fortune.

This year, more people moved the fields out and planted cowpeas in a swarm.

In addition, the rain happened this year, cowpeas ushered in a bumper harvest, and the price of cowpeas fell instantly.

This kind of thing is not surprising, even in the 21st century, it will happen from time to time.

Often, farmers can only admit that they are unlucky and sell agricultural products at low prices with tears in their eyes.

Now, in several counties and regions in the city, cowpea stocks are in stock, and the wholesale price has dropped from 6 cents to 1 cent.

Cowpeas are not like garlic. They can only be stored for a few days unless they are made into pickles.

He Wentao found a vegetable market and originally planned to go in and ask again.

But outside the vegetable market, there were several chariots, tractors, tricycles, and the car was full of cowpeas.

He Wentao asked the old man who pulled the cart.

"Uncle, how do you sell these cowpeas?"

"Two cents per pound."

"Two cents per pound?"

He Wentao pretended to be surprised, but he didn't expect that the other party thought he thought the price was too expensive, so he hurriedly said, "If you want more, I'll give you a dime and a pound."

"Where did the uncle come from?"

"From Anhe County."

"It was brought from Anhe County? It took dozens of miles!"

"What else can I do? Every household in the village has grown cowpeas, and the county town is full and cannot be sold, so I can only come here. Who knows, it is not easy to sell in the city. Alas..."

Unexpectedly, I was still a fellow villager.

Judging from the other person's appearance, he was probably over 60 years old and he even pulled a cart to run for more than tens of miles. He Wentao really felt a little sympathetic.

He thought for a while and said, "Uncle, please call this car."

"Ah? You...you want it all, then...I'll count you five cents per pound."

"You weigh it first."

"Okay, I'll call now, I'll call now."

The old man rushed to weigh the cowpeas.

Two hundred and thirty-two kilograms, the old man wanted to wipe out all thirty-two kilograms, but He Wentao did not agree.

"Uncle, it's only 230 kilograms, at 20 cents per kilogram. Now, this is 30 yuan. Please pull these to the rich man in front of you. Just say that Boss He asked him to send them too much, so it's considered the shipping fee."

The old man thanked him so much and took the cart.

However, He Wentao was surrounded by many people.

"Brother, do you still want to buy cowpeas?"

"Brother, if you want all my car, you will give it to you five cents per pound."

"Brother..."

He Wentao got rid of the crowd, found a public telephone, and dialed a number.

The phone was quickly connected, and a serious voice sounded across from him.

"Hey, who?"

"Shaohua, I'm Qianshan."

"Qianshan, which Qianshan?"

"No, right? Shaohua, you don't even remember me? When we were in Shuangqiao Primary School, we were still the same deskmates. Have you even had dinner at my house?"

"This...oh, it's you, is there anything wrong?"

On the end of the phone, He Wentao smiled slightly.

Remembering it?

I believe you!

Is it good for me to make up people?

Although he thought so, He Wentao still said happily: "You kid, you have a good memory. I heard that you do wholesale in Pengcheng? Some of my cowpeas are very low-priced. I wonder if you can use them?"

"Very low? What's the price?"

"80 cents per pound, a large amount."

"80 cents? This price is a bit expensive. My brother, I've eaten it with 50 cents per pound."

"After, then it's 60 cents per kilogram, but the amount is very large, maybe thousands of tons."

"Thousands of tons?"

There was a moment of surprise and shouted again: "Not to mention thousands of tons, it is even two thousand tons or three thousand tons, I will eat it for you."

"Okay, then I'll transport it to Pengcheng in two days, don't lose the chain."

After hanging up the phone, Huang Shaohua thought for a while, but he didn't remember who Qian Shan was. But it was obvious that he was not a fool to tell him exactly about his elementary school.

However, he was more happy.

The wholesale purchase price of cowpeas in Pengcheng is 80 cents per kilogram. Now, if you eat 50 cents, you can earn hundreds of thousands of yuan in pure profits.

On this end, He Wentao couldn't help clenching his fists.

Huang Shaohua met a man a few years after he went to Pengcheng in his previous life. What he did was a vegetable wholesale business.

After a while, He Wentao also knew him a little and was a person who was generally trustworthy.

What impressed He Wentao the most was not Huang Shaohua, but the other party’s number.

As the first Pengcheng people to use their mobile phones, Huang Shaohua's number is enough to be dazzling.

To describe it in one sentence - Huang Shaohua often receives text messages and calls, calling him father, wondering what big shots are behind the number, attracting investment, and buying numbers at a high price...

After receiving the other party's acceptance, He Wentao did not rush to leave, but called Zheng Nansheng's BP machine.

Soon, Zheng Nansheng called back.

When Zheng Nansheng learned that He Wentao planned to purchase a large number of cowpeas, he immediately contacted Chen Wenming, deputy mayor in charge of agriculture without saying a word.

Chen Wenming has been in a state of great trouble recently.

Seeing that the counties reported a bumper harvest of cowpeas, they were reluctant to pick them.

He Wentao appears at this time and is simply his savior.

After making an appointment with Chen Wenming, He Wentao made a third call - the village entrance canteen.

He couldn't leave, so he could only ask Zhao Dazhuang to come back and help.

After talking several phone calls, He Wentao's mouth was dry.

I took the bottle of Jianlibao and opened the easy-to-pull ring to drink it.

After paying the bill and leaving, the convenience store owner couldn't help rolling his eyes behind him.

"He is the boss of Pengcheng, the mayor, and thousands of tons. Nowadays, he dares to brag about anything."
Chapter completed!