Wang Yaoxue nodded and said warmly to the two directors:
"Uncles, we're all from neighboring villages, so there's no need to talk about whether you're helping me or I'm helping you. If I help you, I'm helping myself. How about this: I'll come to your villages tomorrow. If I hire people to pack the apples, it'll cost six yuan; if you pack them yourselves, it'll be six and a half, the same as here."
"That's wonderful!"
The two directors hurriedly replied.
Wang Yaoxue continued, "But let's get one thing clear first. If you pack the apples yourselves, you have to guarantee the quality. This concerns Wang Yi's reputation, after all. Of course, I'll inspect your apples, too. If I find any substandard apples being passed off as good ones, then I may refuse to buy all the apples from your villages."
The two directors hurriedly nodded. "Of course. This concerns Wang Yi's reputation, as well as the reputation of our entire Huangyuan Town. We wouldn't joke around with Wang Yi's reputation, our town's reputation, or our future income."
Wang Yaoxue then worked out some details with the directors.
Wang Yi reminded him, "If the shipment is large and the amount of money involved is high, it'd be best to agree on some terms. If possible, you should sign a formal contract."
Wang Yaoxue nodded.
During the years he'd lived back in the village, people in the neighboring villages had always relied on trust when doing business.
They borrowed money without promissory notes and made arrangements without contracts. Everything was based on a verbal agreement.
If anyone lost people's trust, the villagers would gossip about him behind his back.
That was all there was to it.
But during all his years in the NBA, Wang Yi had dealt with contracts everywhere.