The next day.
Nan Yi went to the Jiu Pharmaceutical Factory and asked Leng Yan to post the completed asset accounting sheet and the notice that the Jiu Pharmaceutical Factory would be renamed Shengchen Pharmaceutical on the bulletin board. He also asked Du Shishi to broadcast it on the radio and let all employees see it during lunch.
Tomorrow, Nanyi will hold a staff meeting and announce the implementation of the shareholding reform.
Although the workshop did not need to be open for work now, Leng Yan did not let the workers idle. She first asked everyone to watch videos of foreign pharmaceutical factories for a day to learn their advanced hygienic production models. Then she formulated the "Ten Regulations for Workshop Hygiene" and asked the workers to practice them over and over again according to the standard rules.
The efficacy of the drugs produced by Shengchen Pharmaceutical in the future may not be very good, but the sanitary conditions will definitely be the best, and no unclean pills will be allowed to flow out.
After finishing the notification, Nan Yi called Xu Zhengyan to the outside of the factory office building.
"Cashier Xu, you are going to retire in three years. Have you ever thought about retiring early?"
"Director Nan, do you want me to leave?" Xu Zhengyan asked.
"Yes, not only will I make up your three years' salary, I will also find you a new job with a good salary. You can retire early, but there is one thing: don't tell anyone about this. You will just retire early normally."
Early retirement is very common in this era. The father retires to vacate a position for his son to take over. This is a workaround for many workers to solve the employment problem of their children. After all, the factory roster is limited to a certain number of people, and one person has to leave before another can be added.
This is a last resort. Often the son's youth worker salary plus the father's pension is not as much as the father's original income, because the length of service and bonuses are gone, and the pension is already less than the formal salary.
"Director Nan, I agree to retire early." Xu Zhengyan said without thinking.
With such good conditions, she would be a fool not to agree.
"Okay, I'll take you to meet your new boss at noon. From now on, you'll be working for a private company. The work won't be so easy, but the salary will be high. As for how high it is, you'll find out in the afternoon."
"Director Nan, um, the top position..."
"We'll talk about this later. Go back and compile a tally of the car repair reimbursements and fuel tickets for the past year."
Nan Yi sent Xu Zhengyan away and started wandering along the road in the factory area, looking here and there, and finally ended up at the cafeteria.
The Jiuyao Factory is a rather strange place, with neither a supply and marketing department, nor a logistics department or a general affairs department. There is a canteen director, but this position is quite rare, but you can often hear it when joking.
However, having fewer departments also has its advantages. It saves Nanyi the work of streamlining the factory office. Except for the radio station, there is no need or dare to streamline other departments.
After taking a few glances in the cafeteria, Nan Yi left.
Although there are many problems in the canteen, they are ultimately insignificant. The most important thing now is to resume production and reassure the workers.
After returning to the Supply and Marketing Department, Xu Zhengyan handed the reimbursement form and oil ticket list to Nan Yi.
After taking the list, Nan Yi glanced at the statistical figures and immediately knew that there was something fishy. The car repair costs for one year were 14,000 yuan, and there was also a big problem with the fuel coupons, which was at least 4 times the normal consumption.
After collecting the list, Nan Yi asked Jiang Ziqi to call Qiao Weiping over.
"Director Qiao, there are two cars in the factory, right?"
"Director Nan, yes, a 212 jeep and a Huhai sedan." Qiao Weiping replied.
"Which car did Director Shen ride in before?"
"I was originally going to take the Shanghai-Haikou bus, but the bus kept breaking down, so I took the 212 bus instead."
"Oh." Nan Yi nodded and said, "I saw the 212, where is the Huhai?"
Qiao Weiping hesitated for a while before saying, "It was taken away by Shen Erpao from the original car team and has not been returned yet."
"Shen Erpao, I get it." Nan Yi knocked on the table and said, "How long has he not come to work?"
"Two...more than two months."
"Accurate to the heavens."
Qiao Weiping thought for a moment and said, "It should be 78 days."
"78 days, Director Qiao, how could you not be alert at all? How could an employee of our Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory be absent from work for 78 days? I don't believe there is such a person in our Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory. I don't believe that the awareness of the employees of our Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory is so low."
Nan Yi slammed the table and said anxiously: "What are you still standing there for? Go to the police station and report the case. It's been 78 days. If there was a car robbery, Comrade Shen Erpao might have died heroically to protect public property. But no matter what, we have to see the body of the employee of the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory. We have the obligation to take care of him.
Go quickly and tell the police station that Shen Erpao has been missing for 78 days. A Shanghai-brand car also disappeared with him. If the car cannot be found, it’s ok, but the man must be found. We must give an explanation to Shen Erpao’s parents.”
Nan Yi's words made Qiao Weiping break out in a cold sweat, "Are you going to beat Shen Erpao to death? I'd rather die than let my friend die, so I'll go."
The other three people in the Finance Department looked at each other in bewilderment. They first looked at the reimbursement documents before they said they wanted to report the case. Nan Yi's intention to play a trick on them was obvious to them. How could they not realize it? They just didn't expect that Nan Yi would be so ruthless when he did.
Qiao Weiping stood there hesitating for a long time before he made up his mind, stomped his feet, turned back to his office, and called the local police station.
Nowadays, in addition to regular taxis, you can occasionally see public buses being used for private purposes. Nan Yi thought that Shen Erpao probably drove the car away to do illegal work, either to give seats to a lot of people or to drive a special car for some profiteer who needed to show off.
He used the factory's cars and oil to make a lot of money for himself, and also embezzled a large amount of maintenance fees. Shen Qinglian is dead, and his backers have collapsed, but this Shen Erpao still doesn't know how to restrain himself. This is clearly a provocation to Nan Yi.
What’s more…
"Cashier Xu, come here and take a look." As soon as Qiao Weiping left, Nan Yi pointed to a reimbursement form on the table and said.
Xu Zhengyan walked up to Nan Yi, glanced at the expense report on the table, and asked, "Director Nan, is there anything wrong with this expense report?"
Nan Yi looked at Xu Zhengyan's face and said, "Comparing it with Director Shen's signature, I think there's something wrong with the signature on this one."
After Nan Yi's reminder, Xu Zhengyan looked at the signature carefully again. She still felt that there was no problem. Although the signature on this one was a little different from the others, there was still no problem.
The last hook of the word "沈" in the other pictures is very obvious, but this one has no hook. But it is precisely because there is no hook that there is no problem.
Shen Qinglian has several sets of signatures, and different signatures represent different subtexts. If there is no check mark, it means that no review is required and the money will be given directly.
This routine is not uncommon and can be seen in many units.
Of course Nan Yi could tell that the signatures on several expense reimbursement forms were from the same person, but he pretended not to understand.
Xu Zhengyan looked at the words and then at Nan Yi's half-smiley face. After so many years in the financial department of the factory, even a pig could be trained to be a skilled craftsman, let alone Xu Zhengyan, who was not stupid at all.
Xu Zhengyan sorted out her thoughts and said, "Director Nan, the signature on this is a little different, but it looks to me like Director Shen's signature."
"Oh, it's normal that you can't see it. I can't see it either. I heard that the police station has experts in handwriting identification. If Comrade Shen Erpao has an accident, we can also hand these documents over to the police. Maybe they can become the key clues to solve the case.
Okay, Cashier Xu, take these away first, get ready, and go out with me. Let's go do something together."
"Okay, Director Nan."
Taking Xu Zhengyan out, Nan Yi first went to the bookstore and bought a book "Crazy Mother" by Mo Yan, which is also known as "Only Mom is Good in the World".
Nan Yi had only read the first draft and the adapted script, and had never seen the revised version that was released.
As it was almost time for dinner, Nan Yi and his friend arrived at Jingxi Yiguo in Xinjiekou.
There were not many customers in the store, but Chang Tianxiao still insisted on staying at his post, standing at the door of the store, and shouting to passers-by from time to time.
"Boss Nan."
"Tian Xiao, is Boss Sun here?"
"We're eating upstairs. I'll take you upstairs."
"No need, just do your thing, I can go up by myself ."
After Nan Yi finished speaking, he took Xu Zhengyan upstairs.
On the second floor, Liuzi, who was picking at his lunch box, put down his chopsticks when he saw Nan Yi.
"Master Nan."
“Is there a phone number at the place where the food is sold?”
"Yes, the boss is very smart. He gave some money to the public phone next to him, so when people order food, they will call him." Liuzi said.
“That’s called four meals.”
"Okay."
After Liuzi finished the call, Nan Yi pointed at Liuzi and said to Xu Zhengyan: "This is Boss Sun. You will work for him from now on as a cashier.
Liuzi, this is Xu Zhengyan, the cashier of the Jiuyao Factory. She is about to retire. You have to make things more formal here. Accountants and cashiers have their own duties. One person cannot hold multiple positions. Give me Mange's information and discuss the salary with Cashier Xu. "
After taking the information from Liuzi, Nan Yi went downstairs to give the two some space to talk.
Downstairs, Nan Yi flipped through the information. There was not much useful information and he finished reading it in two minutes. What Nan Yi gained was that he knew where Mange’s factory was and who Mange’s boss was.
After closing the documents, Nan Yi was silent for a while, watching people delivering lunch boxes upstairs and watching Liuzi appear on the stairs.
"Master Nan, we are done talking."
"Okay, let's eat."
Nan Yi nodded, walked upstairs, and saw the joy that Xu Zhengyan could not hide on her face.
"Liuzi, take two boxes down."
"Okay."
After Liuzi came downstairs with his lunch box, Nan Yi said to Xu Zhengyan, "Are you satisfied with the treatment?"
"Very satisfied, Director Nan, thank you."
"You're welcome. Let's eat first. After dinner, you can leave first. Don't come back to the factory in the afternoon. If you want to go home, go home. If you want to go shopping outside, that's fine too."
"OK."
Xu Zhengyan agreed, but in her mind she was thinking, "That signature should not be signed by Shen Qinglian."
After the meal, Xu Zhengyan said goodbye and left, and Nan Yi picked up the phone on the table and made a call.
"Side position?"
"Do you know Liu Ruirong?"
"Nan Yi, Liu Ruirong, the name sounds familiar."
"Mango brand."
"Rong, I know him. What do you want to ask him?"
"Bad gambling?"
"Yes, does Fangcun Fruit Market know?"
"Just tell me straight away, don't play any quiz games with me."
"Okay, you're the boss. There are a lot of underground gambling dens over at Fangcun Fruit Market. People in Yangcheng who like to gamble will go there. The Liu Ruirong you mentioned is also a frequent customer there. He's an old gambler and has some fame outside."
"How's your luck?"
"Of course he is rotten. Do you think he is Tu Yixiao [the male protagonist of "The King's Gathering"]? This rotten gambler will lose the factory if he continues gambling."
Nan Yi thought for a while and said, "Someone will come to Yangcheng to find you this afternoon. Please tell him about Liu Ruirong's situation."
"Did the rotten ghost Rong offend you?"
"I'm not targeting him. I'll tell you more about it later."
"Okay, what time will your people arrive?"
"Three o'clock in the afternoon."
After finishing the call with Lin Guangwei , Nan Yi paged Monkey. After he left Wenchangwei last time, Monkey also left the patrol team soon and is currently relatively free.
"Monkey, go find Hongdou and borrow 10,000 yuan from her. Then go to Yangcheng to find Boss Lin and ask him about a man named Liu Ruirong. Find out his background, especially whether he has any gambling debts."
"I'm going alone?"
"Call the mountain artillery."
"Understood. I'll leave right away."
"Be careful."
After hanging up the phone, Nan Yi looked at Liu Zi who was sitting opposite him and said, "Have you found out?"
"I have found out."
"Tell me about Han Guohui's personality."
Nan Yi picked up the cigarette box that Liuzi had placed on the table, took out a cigarette and put it under his nose to smell it.
"A bit arrogant and cocky."
"This cigarette smells wrong. It doesn't look genuine. It might be from Southeast Asia." Nan Yi threw the Sanwu cigarette in his hand back on the table. "Is this evaluation objective?"
"Fake cigarettes?" Liuzi blurted out.
"Let's not talk about cigarettes first, let's talk about business."
"Master Nan, I'm not talking nonsense. Han Guohui's grandson has this kind of personality. He is not very honest in doing business and often uses tricks."
"It's normal to do business by using tricks. It's not a problem."
"No, Master Nan, Han Guohui has a client from International Village named Wang Dachun. He has also bought goods from us before, so we have some friendship. The last time I met him, he complained to me that Han Guohui was not doing business honestly. He said that once, he bought a batch of color TVs from Han Guohui, and half of them were defective."
"Doesn't Wang Dachun inspect the goods?"
"Well, the problem occurred during the inspection. When they were halfway through the inspection, Han Guohui urged Wang Dachun to inspect the goods quickly, saying that he had to go on a mission. Wang Dachun thought that he had already inspected most of the goods and the rest was probably fine, so he didn't continue the inspection and paid the money. Now he fell into the trap."
"Does Wang Dachun still get goods from Han Guohui?"
"Take it, why not? It's because that grandson's goods are cheap. No one has a grudge against money." Liuzi said depressedly.
"How about Tiangang? How's the investigation going?"
"We don't have anyone in Tiangang, so we haven't heard much news. We only know that Wang Xiaokui has someone backing him up, so he can't be easily defeated."
"Someone is supporting us."
Nan Yi tapped his temple with his index finger, paused for a moment, picked up the phone on the table, called the 126 paging station, spoke for a while, hung up, and waited for the call to be returned.
In less than a minute, the phone on the desk rang.
"Who's calling me?" Li Jin's voice came from the phone.
"I, Nan Yi, want to ask you something."
"I called you the day before yesterday, why didn't you reply?"
"I just returned home yesterday." Nan Yi said lightly.
"I see. What's the matter? Tell me first."
"Wang Xiaokui, he works at Tanggu Foreign Goods Market, do you know him?"
"It appeared in the past two years, right?"
“Not sure.”
"It should be. If he is an old man, I must have heard of his name. Why are you asking about him?"
"Forget it if you haven't heard of it. That's it for now. We'll talk about it next time."
"Don't hang up yet. Brother Zhou wants to invite you for a drink again. When are you free?"
"I'm not free recently. I'll be going out of town soon." Nan Yi said with a frown.
“Domestic or foreign?”
"south."
"Come back and page me."
"Got it, hanging up."
After hanging up the phone, Nan Yi thought for a while, then said to Liu Zi: "Spend more time with Wang Dachun recently and build a good relationship with him. When you feel that you are ready to do business with him, let me know."
"Master Nan, do you want to make a breakthrough on Wang Dachun?"
"Um."
"Understood, I'll take it down as soon as possible."
"Yes, we have to hurry up. We have lost a lot of money during this period. After Xu Zhengyan arrives, we will get the bonus in installments. 50,000 yuan will be enough. My pocket is almost empty."
"Uncle Nan, how come you have no money?" Liuzi said in astonishment.
"Money has to go somewhere. I want to get 50,000 yuan. You can figure out how much you should get as dividends. Remember to pay taxes."
The country has started to levy personal income tax since 1980, but it has nothing to do with ordinary people. The initial threshold for taxation was 800. People with this salary level across the country may not be able to fill their hands or feet.
Nan Yi paid a lot, just a little bit away from hundreds of millions, just two zeros.
"Okay."
After leaving Liuzi, Nan Yi went back to the old villa to pick up his son and went to the amusement park opposite Longtan Lake Park.
They first rode the Daguan Cable Car [Ferris Wheel], and then Nan Wuwei played whatever he wanted until closing time. Then Nan Yi took his son to Qianmen West Street and had a delicious meal at a Wonderful Chicken restaurant right across the street from the KFC renovation site.
Children like to eat junk food like Wonderful, and Nan Wuwei is the same. This makes Nan Yi very helpless. He wants to smash Wonderful. Who the hell is so wicked to open such a store?
“Please take my song back to your home, and please leave your smile behind. Tomorrow, tomorrow this song will fly all over the world, all over the world!”
"Still singing, what time is it? Why are you just coming back now? Wuwei, come down here."
Nan Yi had just returned to the old house humming a song while carrying Nan Wuwei on his back when the tigress jumped out, roaring with her fangs bared.
"What are you yelling about? My son can't get down from such a high place."
While Nan Yi retorted, he lifted Nan Wuwei from his shoulders and put him on the ground.
"How dare you say that? You didn't come back for dinner and you didn't even call me. You're all dirty. Are you going to wash my clothes?" Liu Zhen walked to Nan Wuwei and patted his clothes a few times.
"Dad, it hurts." Nan Wuwei said to Nan Yi pitifully.
"Just hold it in if it hurts. A real man shouldn't say it hurts. Just bear with it. I'll go look for your mother in the trash can where I found you in a few days.
"Yeah." Nan Wuwei nodded his head, "Dad, take me with you."
"You heartless little thing, you dislike me, don't you?" Liu Zhen patted Nan Wuwei on the butt and said angrily.
"That's enough. Stop beating your son." Nan Yi took Nan Wuwei back from Liu Zhen, stroked his head, and said, "Go upstairs and take a shower. You can only play games for half an hour."
"Yeah, Dad."
Nan Wuwei nodded and trotted upstairs.
"Don't spoil your son so much, he will get spoiled."
"Nonsense, I have more experience in teaching children than you do. Is it Ruoyin who was led astray, or is it Hongdou who was led astray? This is your first time as a mother, but it's not my first time as a father."
"Yes, you have experience. You have an older son." Liu Zhen rolled his eyes at Nan Yi and sneered.
Nan Yi glanced at Liu Zhen and said disdainfully, "Stop talking nonsense. You're just looking for trouble every day. This flight to the Kingdom of Qin cost us over 200,000 U.S. dollars. You're a spendthrift woman. You don't know how to take the money home, but only know how to send it out."
"I don't want to bother with you. I'm going to watch TV."
Liu Zhen glared at Nan Yi fiercely, sat back on the sofa and continued watching her TV series.
Nan Yi went upstairs and took a look. He saw his son happily playing with water in the bathroom. He turned on the TV, and when two muscular men appeared on the TV, he pressed the buttons up and down, left and right, and called up 30 lives.
Then a fool appeared next to the TV, his body leaning to the left, then to the right. Sometimes he would jump up and down, muttering to himself, "Bang, bang ...
With 30 lives, Nan Yi barely defeated the big boss of the first level, and then was defeated in an instant.
He pulled out the game card angrily and replaced it with another one.
This time, the man will no longer sway left and right, but will jump up and down, especially when hammering gold coins, and the frequency of the jumps will be quite fast.
"Dad, be gentler. You broke it." Nan Wuwei came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. When he saw Nan Yi crushing his precious handle, he immediately said with heartache.
"It's okay. If it breaks, just change it. Dad bought you a lot of controllers."
"No, this one feels the most comfortable."
Nan Yi put down the handle and saw that Nan Wuwei's head was wet, so he went to the bathroom to get a dry towel to wipe it for him.
While enjoying Nan Yi's service, Nan Wuwei moved forward, turned on the computer skillfully, inserted the floppy disk, entered the command, called up "Galaxy Warrior MX-151", and began to operate it by looking at the green lines on the screen.
The game "Galaxy Striker MX-151" is both terrible and awesome. It can be considered the first Chinese PC game, and the text in the game is in Chinese.
Being able to display Chinese characters on a computer without inserting a Chinese card is a very cool thing in this era.
But in Nan Yi's opinion, this game is indeed very rough.
"Dad, is it difficult to make games?" Nan Wuwei suddenly asked.
"You do it yourself?"
"Yes."
"Technically it's not too complicated, the hard part is that your mom will spank you."
"Oh." Nan Wuwei turned back and hugged Nan Yi and said, "Dad, can we change the mother?"
"Okay, what kind do you want?"
"Hmm..." Nan Wuwei turned his little head and said, "Like Aunt Scarlett."
"Do you want to have breakfast tomorrow?"
"eat."
"Then don't say that again, or your mother will give you bamboo shoots fried with meat."
"No." After hearing Nan Yi's words, Nan Wuwei stretched his hands back, hugged his buttocks, and said pitifully: "Dad, I miss my grandma."
"Okay, if mom hits you again next time, I will help you hit her." Nan Yi picked up Nan Wuwei and put him in his arms.
"Okay, Dad will beat me hard."
"Little clever boy, do you want to continue playing games? If not, daddy will carry you to bed."
"No, Dad will tell you a story."
"good."
After telling the story, Nan Yi coaxed Nan Wuwei to sleep and went downstairs.
"Asleep?"
"Um."
Nan Yi picked up the remote control on the coffee table and turned down the volume of the TV.
"The teacher asked me to write a paper on a given topic."
Liu Zhen pulled Nan Yi's arm and asked him to sit next to her.
Nan Yi moved his butt and changed to a more comfortable position. "What's the proposition?"
"Securities."
"The stock exchange?"
"Is that what you mean? Prove the feasibility and necessity of opening a stock exchange in the capital."
"Beijing? Not in China?"
"It's the capital."
"Oh." Nan Yi said thoughtfully: "Just write it. If you need any information, I can help you contact Fei Erlin."
"The guy from the New York Stock Exchange? You know him?"
"I don't know him, but she does."
"Boring." Liu Zhen pouted and said, "Help me find a way to get an invitation to visit the New York Stock Exchange."
"Let's talk about it later. Don't think about it one by one. Just do your job well first."
"Securities is also my main job. Our bank's trust company has a securities trading department in Shanghai."
"Wow, it's awesome. It's only a few dozen square meters, not even as big as our living room. One counter is the entire trading place. There are two stocks in total, and it can be done with just one blackboard."
Liu Zhen said unwillingly: "Don't be so weird, everything must be created from nothing, from one to two. In the future, there may be a large stock exchange in the capital, with thousands or tens of thousands of stocks."
“Thousands and thousands of sickles, swish, swish, reaping the money from retail investors’ pockets, centralizing wealth.”
"screw you."
Nan Yi looked at his watch and said, "I'm not going to talk to you any more. Let's go to bed. My son went to bed early today. I'll take him to Xiao City for a stroll tomorrow."
"Why take him to Xiao City?"
"Teach him a lesson, let him learn how to build a memorial archway."
"Nonsense again."
…
Early in the morning, Nan Yi brought Nan Wuwei to Dazhong Temple.
This is a vegetable wholesale market, and they do the morning business. At three or four o'clock, vegetable vendors and stall owners will come here to stock up on goods, and then around five o'clock they will have set up their stalls to do business.
"How do we serve fennel [not star anise, a kind of vegetable]?" Nan Yi asked as he brought Nan Wuwei to a tractor.
"How much?" the stall owner asked.
"Two pounds."
"Eight cents."
"Seventy cents." Nan Yi bargained.
"Seventy-five cents."
"Above."
When the stall owner heard Nan Yi agreed to the price, he immediately took a large handful of fennel from the tractor and put it on the scale. Then he did not put the weight on the scale, but directly moved the floating weight to the 10KG position, "Look, it's over, I'll spare you half an ounce."
Nan Yi didn't say anything. He first observed the size of each bundle of fennel, then counted the number of bundles of fennel on the scale, and then picked up a bundle of fennel and weighed it in his hand.
"Add one bundle. I used to get medicine at the pharmacy." Nan Yi said lightly.
The stall owner glanced at Nan Yi, then reluctantly grabbed a bundle from the tractor and put it on the scale.
"Thanks, I'll come again next time."
After Nan Yi finished speaking, he took out a stack of banknotes from the leather bag hanging around his neck, counted out 75 cents and handed it to the stall owner.
The stall owner took the money, pulled out a bundle of straw from the rice stalks and handed it to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi took the straw, separated a small bundle from it and split it into three strands. He rubbed it in his hands for a while, and a straw rope appeared in his hands. He repeated the same process and rubbed several straw ropes in a row.
Nan Yi tied the fennel together by connecting the straw ropes one by one, and then carried it with Nan Wuwei to the next tractor.
"Dad, it's obviously 20 kilograms, why did you say 2 kilograms?"
"Because this is a wholesale business, the price of vegetables is cheaper than in the vegetable market, so people who only buy one or two kilograms will come here to buy vegetables, but the bosses here don't want to entertain those who buy in small quantities, so they divide the kilogram by ten."
Nan Yi showed the fennel in his hand. "Fennel in the vegetable market is only a few cents to ten cents per pound. Just now, my father asked to buy two pounds, and the owner said eighty cents. This price is very expensive and will scare away those who buy it individually."
"Dad, is this a polite refusal?" Nan Wuwei looked up and said.
"A euphemism is more appropriate here."
"Oh, I see, Dad."
"Be good, Daddy will take you to the front to ask about the price. We grow vegetables at home. We grow a lot of vegetables. We have to pay attention to the price of vegetables every day. If the price drops, our family will lose a lot of money."
"Dad, what if the price goes up?"
"If prices go up, my family won't necessarily make more money. We have to figure out the reasons for the price increase. The price of vegetables is related to many things. To grow vegetables, we need to buy seeds, pesticides, fertilizers, water, pay workers, and transport them. It's like filling up my dad's car with gas, and all of these things cost money.
If any of these prices go up, the price of vegetables will go up as well, but the extra money will not belong to us.
So, Dad not only grows vegetables, but also produces seeds, fertilizers, and pesticides, so that our family can make more money."
"Dad, how much can you earn from selling the vegetables in your hand?"
"We can't make any money. Our car consumes too much gas. It takes several dollars of gas to go back and forth from home to here."
"Oh, what should I do then?"
Nan Yi picked up Nan Wuwei and scratched his nose. "It's easy. Sell you and our Wuwei will be valuable."
"No, sell mom, not Wuwei."
"Yes, yes, yes. Let's sell mom. We won't sell her too expensively. We'll sell her cheaply."
"Yeah, I'll sell it for a penny."
There was a bundle of fennel as a prop, and Nan Yi said that his restaurant would open soon, so he came here today to inquire about the price. He successfully led Nan Wuwei to ask the stall owners one by one about the "high price" in the wholesale price.
The restaurant can't serve many dishes at a time and can't get the most affordable price.
Although Nan Yi had a vague idea of ​​letting Nan Wuwei join the army or take the civil service exam, that was only Nan Yi's one-sided idea. It was still unknown what Nan Wuwei thought. Nan Yi did not expect any return from his own son.
Nan Yi still had to train Nan Wuwei step by step. He had to first pour all the half bucket of water in his stomach to Nan Wuwei, and then let Nan Wuwei choose one or several buckets to add water to them in the future, or make new buckets.
After the vegetable wholesale class ended, Nan Yi sent Nan Wuwei and twenty kilograms of fennel back to the old villa, while he himself went to Shengchen Pharmaceutical.
The first thing he did when he arrived at the office was to ask Jiang Ziqi to call Qiao Weiping over.
"Director Qiao, what did the police station say yesterday?"