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These young people are still good; they'll give you land as long as you have money.
His eyes met He Qinfeng's and the others', He Qinfeng gave him a reassuring look.
He felt relieved, and his eyes regained their confidence.
The villagers were eager to do something, but Song Shiwei silently thought to herself,
Are the villagers stupid?! If they keep refusing this old man, he might just resort to robbery next time!
[Only by taking all the coins from that old bastard's pocket will he truly behave!]
Fellow villagers:?
[The fact that this old bastard can illegally investigate land using such methods shows he's not rich. These kinds of people are the easiest to deal with! We need to squeeze every last penny out of him, then he won't dare do it again.]
Song Shiwei's words were like a wake-up call for the villagers; in the next second, they seemed to suddenly understand something.
That voice that suddenly popped into my head was right!
This shrewd businessman in front of them is here to investigate, so why should they refuse the items?
Besides, this unscrupulous merchant has come two or three times already, so it's clear he won't give up easily.
If they don't take this fertilizer today, they might just come with bulldozers next time.
They had to strike first and plunder all of this unscrupulous businessman's money, then he would have to flee on his own!
Their land was thus saved.
This is great! These fertilizers are the best compound fertilizers on the market, which will greatly help in the cultivation and growth of cantaloupes.
Why would they refuse a bargain that's practically handed to them?
Not only do they want it, they also want to notify their fellow villagers and extended family to come and take advantage of the situation!
He Qinfeng moved his eyes slightly and stepped forward at the opportune moment. "Folks, listen to me, this Boss Yang is truly a good man! He said he'd give five bags of fertilizer per mu (unit of land area), let's fill it in quickly."
Zhang Zhenye was about to nod in agreement when he was startled by He Qinfeng's words. He quickly exclaimed, "What? Five bags of fertilizer per mu? No, who told you that?"
He clearly only promised these young people five bags of fertilizer per mu (unit of land area), not everyone. If everyone wanted five bags of fertilizer, wouldn't he lose a fortune?
He quickly spoke up to stop him, and after He Qinfeng finished speaking, he kept giving the village chief meaningful glances.
The village chief immediately caught He Qinfeng's look and quickly stepped forward, seizing the opportunity to make an outrageous demand, "Didn't we say that filling out a form would get us an extra bag of fertilizer? Does Boss Yang mean we'll each get six bags of fertilizer?"
"Hey? Village chief, no, no, you've got it wrong. This Boss Yang clearly said he was doing charity work, giving us ten bags of fertilizer per acre."
The villagers immediately proposed a new amount.
They didn't say that 100 bags of fertilizer per acre was enough to satisfy this unscrupulous merchant; that the fertilizer was what they deserved.
They did this in the hope that the unscrupulous merchant would realize their true intentions and back down.
This way, there's no need for things to get too ugly; everyone can be happy.
However, if this unscrupulous merchant refuses to listen to advice and insists on charging ahead, then don't blame them for being ruthless.
They narrowed their eyes slightly, looking at Yang Zhenye with wary expressions.
Yang Zhenye's face turned green from the villagers' comments, and he quickly stopped himself, saying, "Alright, alright, I meant one bag of fertilizer per mu (unit of land area)."
The villagers were surprised that even after they had gone to such lengths, the boss was still ungrateful and wanted to continue pestering them. They exchanged glances and decided he wouldn't hold back.
The village chief was the first to object, "One bag of fertilizer per mu? Are you trying to fob us off like beggars? We don't want it, let's get out of here."
"Ten plots per mu? How did it become one plot per mu? This isn't charity; you're just trying to fool us!"
"Yeah, is this some kind of insincere charity effort? Now I seriously suspect you're trying to gather intelligence on me!"
When the villagers directly addressed Yang Zhenye's concerns, he panicked and looked at them excitedly, saying, "How could that be? I'm here to do charity."
"Boss Yang, since we're here to do charity, why don't you be a little more generous? Five bags per acre! We guarantee to fill them all," He Qinfeng said indirectly from the side.
Song Shiwei glanced at them silently, [Alright, alright, that's how shameless we are! Today our goal is to fleece this big swindler!]
As soon as Song Shiwei finished speaking, the other villagers all looked at her with approval and nodded.
That's right! Today we're going to fleece this big swindler. They don't understand, today we're going to bankrupt this big swindler.
Yang Zhenye was forced into this situation, and his scalp tingled with fear. But seeing the menacing looks in the villagers' eyes, he hesitated.
Judging from the current situation, these villagers would definitely not give up if he didn't agree.
He considered the profits these plots of land could bring him, and with a firm resolve, he agreed immediately, "Five bags of fertilizer per mu (unit of land area). Today, I, Yang Zhenye, will consider this an act of charity."
[Good heavens, this old man actually has that kind of guts?! Isn't he afraid of going bankrupt? Could there be an even bigger chain of interests behind this?]
[Folks, I won't offend others unless they offend me; if they do, I'll give them three chances; if they offend me again, I'll nip them in the bud! This scoundrel is clearly trying to stay here, so let's not be polite and just fleece him. We'll fleece him until he's completely ruined.]
The villagers nodded in agreement. This man had repeatedly pushed his luck, so there was no need for them to be lenient with him.
[Quickly, call all your relatives and friends over and teach this boss a lesson! Let him see what it means to be bankrupted by your own wickedness.]