When Jiang Xiaobai woke up from his sleep, the voices of passers-by came to his ears. Passersby were talking about why the three of them were sleeping here.

When I opened my eyes, it was almost dawn. I felt itchy on my body. I realized that mosquitoes had bitten countless big bags on my body.

He quickly woke up Wang Xiaojun and Liu Aiguo, took out a wrinkled food coupon from his arms and handed it to Wang Xiaojun.

"Go and buy a few steamed buns." This food coupon was the national food coupon that Jiang Xiaobai had exchanged for him before he went to the army, and Jiang Xiaobai had never been willing to use it.

"Okay, Brother Xiaobai." Wang Xiaojun took the food coupon, sat up from the hardwood board, moved his neck, and took the food coupon to find a food station to exchange steamed buns.

Jiang Xiaobai and Liu Aiguo restored the wooden boards to their original state, and then asked the passers-by where Song Weiguo's address was.

When Wang Xiaojun bought the steamed buns, the three of them ate two white steamed buns in a hurry. They were like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, and they didn't taste anything at all.

The remaining two steamed buns were held in paper bags, and Jiang Xiaobai couldn't bear to eat them. The three of them walked towards Song Wei State. Song Wei State lived in the county town and was not very far from the supply and marketing cooperative. They arrived in about ten minutes.

The three of them sat down against the wall at the entrance of the alley, waiting for Song Weiguo to come out to work. In the morning, people passing by would look at the three of them in confusion, and even the warm-hearted people wanted to give them some food.

At around 8 o'clock in the morning, the sun was already rising very high. Song Weiguo finally came out of the alley on his bicycle. Jiang Xiaobai and the other two rushed up and suddenly three living people jumped out, which scared Song Weiguo.

After seeing the person clearly, Song Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief, got off the bicycle, and asked impatiently.

"How did you find this? Didn't you tell you yesterday? Our factory cannot buy it for you. If you need to go to the supply and marketing cooperative, why are you so stubborn? Even if you bother me, it's useless."

"Have Section Chief Song had breakfast? Try the hot steamed buns, I just bought them from the food station." After a day of experience yesterday, Wang Xiaojun finally turned his head, and his slick mouth finally came in handy.

"Chief Song, I'll push the car for you, you'll eat steamed buns." Liu Aiguo also took the bicycle from Song Weiguo quickly.

"I told you not to make this set. Even if you say nothing, our factory will not be able to produce canned bottles for you." Song Weiguo said with a wry smile, and said that he would not accept the steamed buns handed over by Wang Xiaojun. He didn't want to help, but he really couldn't help.

"We are not here to let the factory produce canned bottles for me," said Jiang Xiaobai.

"Isn't you let the factory produce canned bottles for you, then are you?" Song Weiguo asked in confusion as he heard Jiang Xiaobai's words.

"That's right, I heard that our factory has a batch of waste canned bottles that we don't want to deal with..." Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.

"Scrap canned bottle..." Song Weiguo muttered, his eyes lit up. Yes, why didn't he think of it yesterday? He just thought that Jiang Xiaobai and the others needed to design new molds like the canned factory in the city, so he didn't think of those canned bottles.

"Where did you get the news?" Song Weiguo looked at Jiang Xiaobai curiously and asked.

"Don't worry about this. We have our news channels. You just want to deal with it, right?" Jiang Xiaobai asked with a smile.

"It's true that this is true, but I'll almost forget if you don't mention it. You are ready..." Before Song Weiguo could say the last three words "How much do you want" were interrupted by Jiang Xiaobai.

"We are going to see where the factory is going to process this batch of waste products? Then we will pick it up and use it. Section Chief Song, you know we are rural people..." Jiang Xiaobai started to pretend to be stupid and complain again.

"Don't come? Your countryside is hard..."

"Yes, our countryside is hard. You see, why don't you do this? We will take people to take them away from the warehouse, which will save you the hard work. We don't need wages, just take care of the meal. Of course, if you feel really sorry and give us some wages, we will be disrespectful..."

Before Jiang Xiaobai could finish speaking, Song Weiguo snatched the bicycle from Liu Aiguo and was about to leave. He had never seen such a thick-skinned person.

"No, Section Chief Song, we really want to buy it when we were joking with you just now." Jiang Xiaobai quickly dragged the back seat of Song Weiguo's bicycle.

"Okay, let's talk while walking." Song Weiguo's mouth twitched. Are you kidding? If I dare to promise you, I believe you will dare to emptie the warehouse without saying a word.

"Hey, Chief Song, I will pay 3 cents for such a bottle." Jiang Xiaobai responded and said.

"I don't want to sell it to the canned factory in the city at the price I sell it to the canned factory."

"For 4 cents, no one in Chief Song will buy your canned bottles except us."

"One cent can't be lower anymore. The quality of our products is very good. To be honest, the things in the city canning factory go back on their word..."

"5 cents, Section Chief Song, you have to understand the difficulties of our farmers."

"8 cents, the lowest price, I'll deal with it if I don't want it..."

"5 cents, Section Chief Song, you have to pay for labor costs..."

After a few rounds of back and forth, Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo sold for 5 cents a canned bottle, which was one-quarter of the market price. Jiang Xiaobai's smile could no longer be hidden.

"Okay, you open your mouth, tell me, how many canned bottles do you want?"

Song Weiguo said helplessly, "If you can agree to this price, Jiang Xiaobai has to say that some of it is moved by Jiang Xiaobai's miserable sales." Otherwise, with the current state-owned factory personality, he would not be disgusted with smashing a penny and would not buy it for you."

"I will first ask for 5,000 yuan, and I will give you a deposit of 83 yuan for one-third of the deposit. I will give you the remaining money in three months."

After Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, he saw that Song Weiguo was about to refuse, and quickly started complaining again: "Secretary Song, you also know that the food in our rural areas has not been collected yet..."

Song Weiguo hesitated. It was normal to pay a deposit of one-third of the goods to buy something. The city canning factory paid a deposit of one-third in advance. Now he bought it at a price of one-quarter, but he would not lose money.

If Jiang Xiaobai was representing another state-owned factory, Song Weiguo would have agreed without hesitation, but now Jiang Xiaobai represents himself.

"Secretary Song, we farmers are spitting and nailing when speaking. State-owned factories may also go back on their word. In this way, when we sign a contract, I not only want you these 5,000 canned bottles, but also the remaining 15,000 canned bottles. If we cannot buy them before the Chinese New Year this year, I will make up for these 5,000 canned bottles for you at a price of one cent."

Jiang Xiaobai patted his chest and said righteously.

"Okay, you little comrade has the courage. We will go back and sign the contract and pay the money later. You will take the goods."
Chapter completed!