Hong Wenle gave him a disgruntled glare when he saw him still fanning the flames, and could not help warning him, "Selling it for too much won't do you any good, brother!"
Ye Yaodong smiled. He knew that. Why else had he brought so many people along?
Wasn't it precisely to guard against the price being driven too high and the bosses getting worked up over the bidding? They might not be able to do anything to each other right away, but they could beat him up to vent their anger.
If they found a group to surround them on their way home, beat them up, and rob them, he would have nowhere to turn.
That was why he had not let the tractor leave. He planned to take the money and ride straight out of there. Walking home on their own two feet really could land them in trouble.
These were not safe times.
Besides, with so many people watching him collect all that money in public, it was not just the bosses who might send people after him. The hoodlums in the crowd were even more likely to follow and rob him. After all, more than eight hundred yuan was a huge sum in those days. It was only natural for people to get jealous.
Although he already had a plan, he was still grateful that Hong Wenle had warned him rather than threatened him. He could tell the difference from his tone and expression.
He smiled at him. "Thanks. I know."
"We're at eight hundred and twenty. Would any of you bosses like to raise the bid? If not, I'll sell it to..."
"What's the hurry? Nobody said we weren't raising it..."
"Uncle Li, if you want it, hurry up and name your price. Otherwise, it'll be