Chapter 98
Song Shiwei touched her chin, thinking silently to herself.
The live stream chat exploded with comments at this point.
{Wow, we can even get fertilizer? That's great!}
{Wow, this philanthropist is so wonderful! They truly come from the people and go back to the people.}
{This feels like a conspiracy to me. Something's really off! A real estate company distributing fertilizer?}
{The sisters are of the same mind: why make them fill out forms when they're just receiving fertilizer? It's hard not to suspect their motives.}
Based on my experience as a gossip follower, this story is definitely not as calm as it seems on the surface; I think there will definitely be a twist!
{I think so too! Waiting online for a plot twist!}
Netizens are saying this is a conspiracy, but Song Shiwei and her group are practically grinning from ear to ear.
If we really have fertilizer, that would make things much easier.
They're just waiting for them to take this unscrupulous businessman to the village committee so they can tell the villagers to come quickly and take advantage of him.
Today, it was mainly my distant relatives—my aunts and uncles—who were all called over. They just filled out forms haphazardly, not caring if there were one more or one less.
You fool me, I fool you; the real business is getting freebies.
A note from the author:
I'm going to sleep now, sob sob sob, goodnight everyone.
Chapter 98
We must fleece them mercilessly today.
"So there really is fertilizer! We thought you were a scammer." He Qinfeng raised his head from the field with a simple-minded look and said to the man standing on the ridge.
The man happened to come in from the east end of the village. There was only one main road on the east side of the village, so they picked melons in the field at the very front. The rest of the villagers had all gone to pick melons in the field at the west end of the village.
This is great! It's like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse! It's the boss's good fortune to have met them:)
We must fleece them mercilessly today.
"Oh my goodness! You're such a kind person! Wait here, we'll take you to our village committee right away. We're just worried about what we'll do with the melons next year if we don't have fertilizer." The director said quickly, his face full of the petty calculations of a small-town resident.
The assistant standing on the edge of the field quickly replied, "It's because our President Yang knows everyone's difficulties, that he brought fertilizer here. Look at this huge truckload of fertilizer! Everyone, please take us to the village committee. We can get a bag of fertilizer with just one form."
Yang Zhenye pushed up his sunglasses and said arrogantly, "Everyone who fills out the form today gets a share. We can't even distribute all this fertilizer; consider it my charity."
Song Shiwei scoffed inwardly, [Fine, let's see you do your charity work today.]
[This boss is really something else. He thinks he knows everything about the villagers' land just by using a few bags of fertilizer. He's got a real cunning mind.]
[But it's okay, this boss really messed with us today! I'll make him do some good charity work today.]
"Boss, can every household get fertilizer? Can we just fill out a form and get a bag of fertilizer?" Song Shiwei chimed in from the side.
Everyone else turned their attention to Yang Zhenye, pondering their own schemes to exploit the system.
Yang Zhenye calmly adjusted his sunglasses, shook his chin, and said with an air of superiority, "That's right. After filling out the form, you get one bag of fertilizer per acre. As long as you have a lot of land, I'll provide plenty of fertilizer."
[Enough? That's good! I was worried that all those distant relatives wouldn't get any.]
Even though the boss said there would be enough, Song Shiwei was still a little uneasy, so she retorted, "Really, Boss Yang? This truckload of fertilizer is clearly not enough. Our village has several thousand acres of land."
Song Shiwei silently plotted in her mind.
[This scoundrel's intentions are as clear as day. He's trading one acre of land for one bag of fertilizer. He's surveyed all the land in the village; wouldn't it be a piece of cake for him to buy it all?]
[I reckon this scoundrel will probably bring in several truckloads of fertilizer to make the act more convincing. Good thing he brought it! He'll fleece you dry. You can't help but take advantage of these unscrupulous businessmen.]
Song Shiwei's words elicited nods of agreement from the others. That's right! You can never have too much of this kind of scumbag businessman's money.
But since this person came with a purpose, he must have some understanding of the village. I just wonder if this unscrupulous merchant will see through their attempts to get the villagers to fill in the forms incorrectly.
In fact, Song Shiwei was also worried about this issue.
She silently flipped through her Gossip Compendium: [Goodness, this isn't the first time this company has come to Fengquan Village Fengquan Village to scout things out, but several times they haven't even managed to get inside. The first time, they came carrying fruit, only to be thrown out by the villagers. The second time, the vice president came with pots and pans to gather information, but the villagers smashed all the pots and pans, and he still couldn't get through the Fengquan Village gate. This time, their boss is stubbornly refusing to believe in bad luck, and somehow found some quack strategist to come with a different approach—he brought fertilizer instead.]
[This boss knew absolutely nothing about the situation in Fengquan Village; he just drove over assuming he knew everything.]
[That's great! We can just fill out that form randomly later.]
Is this kind of easy life, where people can just freely fleece others, really real?
Song Shiwei grumbled to herself, while the others nodded in agreement. Good! It's better not to know the situation; it'll be easier to fleece them later.
"Don't worry. There's plenty of fertilizer this time, and three more trucks are on their way! They'll be there in half an hour! Why don't you take us to the village committee first, so we can distribute it to you as soon as possible?" Yang Zhenye still had that arrogant and cocky attitude, his face beaming with smugness and even a hint of anger.
"Oh! That's wonderful! Come on, come on, we'll take you to the village committee. Boss, you've really done me a favor, you're such a kind person!"