Seeing Fu Song rolling the fat man to the ground with his own eyes, the people around the door were so scared that they dispersed, fearing that the innocent would be affected.

The bearded man was stunned at the end. This Director Fu is also a cruel person!

Squatting on the ground and patting the fat man's face, Fu Song asked with a smile: "Do you apologize?"

The fat man thought Fu Song was going to do something again, so he hugged his head tightly and curled up in a ball, "I apologize, I was wrong, please stop hitting me!"

Wang Dahu said: "Director Fu, forget it. You are too angry with such a person, and it is not worth it."

When Fu Song heard this, he really made sense. He actually started fighting with such a scumbag, which was so fucking that he lost the price.

He kicked the fat man hard on the butt, "Get out of here!"

After comforting Wang Dahu, Fu Song turned around and glanced at the people who were still at the gate, "Are you all here to buy pigs?"

No one spoke, everyone was frightened by Fu Song just now. When doing business, it is important to be harmonious and bring wealth. Hello, I, everyone, how can you do something if you disagree?

Besides, who are these businessmen, have never been scolded?

"Director Fu."

When Fu Song saw that it was the bearded man, he smiled and nodded: "It's you, your surname? What's the name?"

The bearded man quickly took out a business card from his bag and handed it over with both hands, "Director Fu, I am the director of Qinguang Fan Factory in Zhiyang County, Luo Yonggui, this is my business card, please accept it with a smile."

Fu Song was stunned for a moment, and then a feeling of shame surged in his heart. Damn, the director of the Muda Pig Farm did not expect that printing a business card was too inappropriate. Well, I will print it when I come back from the Spring Festival.

"It turned out to be Director Luo. Why are you here to buy pigs too?" Fu Song was a little puzzled. What did a factory director of a fan factory buy pigs?

"Why would I do if I don't buy a pig?" Luo Yonggui smiled and took out the Hong Shuangxi, a special purpose for entertainment from his bag, "Director Fu, smoke."

Fu Song is not addicted to smoking and rarely smokes. He just smoked a lot when he was writing a paper some time ago, which made him itchy in the throat these days and phlegm at night, so he was not grateful to Luo Yonggui's Hong Shuangxi.

Seeing that Fu Song didn't smoke, Luo Yonggui carefully stuffed the cigarette back, "Director Fu, it's almost the New Year, everyone is in a hurry to go home for the New Year, just give me a correct word, as long as it's okay, if not, we won't be consuming it here."

Fu Song felt that Luo Yonggui was quite straightforward, so he stopped hiding and jumped onto the steps of the communication room.

"My name is Fu Song. I am the acting factory director of the pig farm run by Mucheng University. I have been at the school some time because of my work relationship, so I didn't meet you as soon as possible. Comrade Wang Dahu said that many of you came here early yesterday morning. I'll compensate you here, so I've been waiting for you for a long time. I know your purpose, I have no objection. Isn't it just for selling pigs?"

"That's great, Director Fu, I want 50 big fat pigs!"

"Director Fu, I want 30 heads!"

"I want 80 heads!"

...

Fu Song looked at them with his hands behind his back, and his heart was filled with joy. OK OK, okay, you can shout as much as you like. The more intense the shouting, the higher the price I ask for, and the more I earn!

Well? Why didn’t Luo Yonggui shout?

Fu Song turned his head and asked, "Director Luo, how many heads do you want?"

Luo Yonggui said with a hilarious voice: "If it is useful, I will definitely have a louder voice than anyone else."

Fu Song laughed silently, this is a sensible person.

After everyone finished calling, Fu Song asked with a smile: "Are you finished talking?"

"It's over."

"Now it's my turn to say it. Someone can hear that I have raised 1,500 pigs here, everyone is here for this, right?"

"That's right, you still have pigs at this critical moment."

"Director Fu, I came here specially from Jiao County. I brought all the money and sold it to me early so that I can go home early for the New Year."

"Oh? Are you from Jiao County? What's your name? How did you find this?" Jiao County is not from Mu City, but it borders Fu Song's hometown Ying County. In his previous life, he took a bus out of the province and went to southern Jiangsu. Jiao County was the only way, so Fu Song was familiar with Jiao County.

"My name is Wang Dali." Wang Dali squeezed into the front row. "There is a child in our village studying at Mucheng University. He wrote a letter to his home not long after the start of school in October of the Gregorian calendar last year. The letter mentioned it. Two days ago, I suddenly remembered this and came to try my luck."

Fu Song nodded secretly, leaving opportunities to those who are interested. This person named Wang Dali is obviously a person who is interested.

"Can't you buy pigs in Jiaoxian? Why do you run so far, how can you transport them back?" Fu Song started chatting with Wang Dali slowly.

Fu Song was not in a hurry, but the people below were desperate.

"Director Fu, what do you have to say after the business is discussed? Let's invite you to drink with Deyuelou and call the Li brothers and chat slowly, okay?"

Fu Song pointed at the person who was talking and smiled, "You are the most anxious, be careful I will let you line up at the end."

"Don't interfere, Director Fu, you are my ancestor!"

"Get out, how old are you? Isn't this curse me to die early?"

"Ha ha……."

Fu Song clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's not kidding, let's talk about it. There are indeed 1,500 pigs in the factory, but they can only sell part of them. The rest must be managed by some related households. Please understand this."

“Understanding.”

"We can buy as much as we can, so we can't make things difficult for Director Fu, right?"

"As long as you understand it, just like this, if you want to buy pigs, go and register with Comrade Wang Dahu."

When Wang Dahu heard Fu Song mention his name, his waist suddenly straightened, and he held his head up as proud as a big rooster.

Everyone rushed towards Wang Dahu one after another. Wang Dahu was squeezed to the point where he was so good that he couldn't bear it. "Don't squeeze! I won't register anyone who squeezes him anymore! They all line up and come one by one."

Fu Song quickly got the registration form and calculated it in his mind, beloved, there were 18 people who registered, but he had to buy more than 900 pigs, and an average of more than 50 pigs per person.

At 200 kilograms per head, each pig costs one yuan, and each person must prepare at least 10,000 yuan.

There are so many rich people now?

Fu Song's eyes when he looked at everyone changed. It was not a human, but a small vault of human-shaped self-running.

After folding the order and putting it in my bag, Fu Song stood on the steps at the door of the communication room and said, "I should have been very happy, but you want a lot of them. There are nearly a thousand heads. I don't know how many pigs can be slaughtered in the factory, so I dare not make a promise now... In the afternoon..., at 4 o'clock this afternoon at the latest, I will give everyone a letter. How about it?"

Wang Dali responded first: "Director Fu, I can trust you! Then we will come back at 4 o'clock this afternoon."
Chapter completed!