Chapter 1122

Hearing this, Wang An finally understood what Shi Suo meant.

Because back during the competition, Shi Suo had said that because his wife had to take medicine all year round, he was very short of money, but a security guard's monthly salary was only ten-something yuan, which wasn't enough at all.

And their station chief had promised him that as long as they could win that competition between the two counties, the chief would make an exception and make him a permanent employee.

So it was very clear that Shi Suo had now become a permanent employee, and his salary had changed from ten-something yuan a month to 37.5 yuan.

Thinking this through, Wang An said with a smile:

"There's no need to thank me; you earned this entirely through your own hard work, it has nothing to do with me. Besides, I wanted to win too, I didn't want to lose either."

One had to know that among the three people who participated in the competition, Shi Suo was the one who had been beaten the worst, almost to the point where he couldn't stand up, so it was impossible for Wang An to take the credit for himself.

Hearing this, Shi Suo didn't argue about it anymore, waved his hand, and then said with a firm attitude:

"Anyway, no matter what, I must treat you to this drink today, no one can say otherwise."

Wang An laughed and said:

"Drinking is absolutely no problem, but don't mention the word 'thank you' again."

Pointing at the kid who had been caught, Wang An added:

"You take him back first, and then we'll chat before we eat at noon."

Shi Suo turned his head and glared fiercely at the kid, then said to Wang An:

"Brother, where should I find you later?"

Wang An pointed to the processing plant and said:

"I'm processing grain here, it won't be finished for a while; just come here to find me when you get off work."

Shi Suo nodded and said with some concern:

"Then it's a deal; if you dare to leave, I'll go find you at your house."

It was clear that Shi Suo was genuinely wanting to thank Wang An, which was why he was so afraid Wang An would break the appointment.

Wang An laughed and said:

"Why would I leave? Where would I go? It just so happens I don't have a place to eat at noon, and since you're treating me to a drink, I must drink it, hahahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Suo laughed "hehehehe," looking extremely happy.

Wang An pointed at the kid who had been caught and said again:

"Alright, Brother Shi, hurry up and take him back; I'm going to the processing plant to see how my grain is doing."

Only then did Shi Suo say reluctantly:

"Alright, brother, I'll attend to official business first, and you must wait for me later!"

Wang An waved his hand, and Shi Suo left while escorting the kid.

After Shi Suo and the others left, Wang An continued to wander around the area, and it wasn't until nearly noon that he walked toward the processing plant.

When Wang An returned to the processing plant, the 3,000-plus jin of wheat and 3,000-plus jin of rice had all been processed, and the owner was having the workers load the cart.

Seeing Wang An return, the owner stood up with a smile and said:

"Little brother, you're back. Do you want to see how your rice and flour turned out? Let me tell you, little brother, your rice is simply impeccable; it's crystal clear, and even has a faint greenish tint. It's beyond words, absolutely excellent."

Wang An looked at the owner and smiled, flattering him:

"It's all thanks to you big brothers for processing it so well, hahaha!"

In fact, rice processed from new paddy is always greenish and translucent; it's the same for everyone, only old rice is damn white.

But as the old saying goes, "people lift each other up in the sedan chair"; only if you praise me and I praise you will the world be a better place.

Wang An counted the number of bags, then frowned and asked the owner:

"Old brother, how did my rice and wheat turn out? How much rice and flour can you get per jin?"

Seeing that Wang An's expression wasn't right, the owner hurriedly said:

"The rice won't reach 70 percent, it's about..."

People who run processing plants can almost tell the milling and flour extraction rates roughly as soon as the grain passes through their hands, so Wang An accepted the owner's words.

Wang An said directly to the owner:

"Old brother, have your brothers move the rice off the cart and weigh it."

The owner was stunned upon hearing this, immediately understood what was going on, and asked subconsciously:

"Brother, are you suspecting that someone in our plant skimmed off your rice?"

Wang An didn't speak, just pointed at the rice bags on the cart, then looked at the owner with a smile.

At this moment, Wang An's attitude clearly wasn't suspicion, but certainty.

Mainly because the flour bags Wang An brought were standard 50-jin bags; as long as they were filled, the difference wouldn't be more than 2 jin.

And for 3,173 jin of rice, even calculating at a 66 percent yield, and subtracting the broken rice produced during processing, there should be at least 40 bags.

But now, including the broken rice, there were less than 40 bags of rice in total, which meant there were at least two bags missing, about 100 jin of rice.

It was just that because no one fills bags with such precision, every bag could have an error, and Wang An wasn't entirely sure, which was why he said to re-weigh them.

As the owner of the processing plant, he knew the tricks of the trade too well. Seeing the owner count the bags with a serious face, and then look at the length of the tied bag mouths, his big face immediately darkened.

For bags of rice, if the distance left at the bag mouth was long, compared to a bag where the distance was short, the weight would definitely be different.

But the bag mouths on the cart were clearly a bit long, which meant each bag of rice was at most 50 jin.

The owner walked up to the four people guarding the rice processing machine and shouted in a low, gloomy voice:

"Who did it? Where did you hide the rice? Speak up!"

In fact, the processing plant was only so big; if the owner wanted to find something, it would be very easy, but as the owner, how could he do such a thing?

After waiting for a moment, seeing that the four people remained silent, the owner laughed out of extreme anger and said with a gloomy face:

"Fine, fine, very fine. I feed you well every day, and you damn well dare to do something that ruins my plant's reputation. Since you won't talk, hehehe... that's fine. I don't believe there's a mouth I can't pry open."

Turning his head, the owner said to someone in the plant:

"Ma Lei Zi, go call Brother Liu, tell him I have something for him to handle."

Immediately after, the owner turned back and cursed at the four people:

"Damn it, if I can't even handle you lot, what kind of processing plant am I running? You all just wait, see if he can pry your mouths open or not."

Thanks to "Emperor of the Great Empire" for the tip, thank you, thank you!

(End of chapter)