Chapter 1029: Abundance every year

Fortunately, Qiao Qiao didn't look at the bullet screen, so he didn't adopt such a terrifying suggestion.

Song Tan, on the other hand, had just found a few aprons and sleeves from the house when she received an unfamiliar call.

"Hello, is this Song Tan? This is the Municipal Office..."

Her heart was overjoyed, and she quickly found the Little Secretary Zhu among the old men and pulled her aside:

"The municipal government just called, saying the leaders will probably be here around 11 o'clock, asking us to prepare for the reception."

Song Tan became active: "You say, about the electricity usage in our village, should we say it after they've eaten, or after they're full?"

Little Secretary Zhu finally breathed a sigh of relief—the old men saw there were so many people and insisted she find a way to get a pig to divide and bring back; in this short while, several grandmothers in their mouths were already waiting at home...

It made her head ache.

Just five pigs! Song Tan's house had a pile of rice buckets (including herself), where would there be an extra one to distribute?

Even if there were extras, a county official is not as effective as the person in charge on the spot; wouldn't it be better to give the leaders a few more jin?

Hmm, steady!

That can be promised, although there are still few chickens and ducks now, but they definitely plan to expand the scale early next year.

"Tsk!" Old Zhao wasn't happy: "Who are you?"

Now...

Old Zhao also stared at you eagerly: "It's almost New Year, Fangyuan won't make it in time to eat the New Year pig, can you leave some for me? And my parents are old too..."

Right, that's right! It's Chang Bao!

Then he quickly came to Bao Cong's side: "Are you selling the pig?!"

The one who came was Boss Chang, who had set off at dawn.

Little Secretary Zhu wanted to give a few instructions, but looking at the bustling people and the dining tables being set up...

Bao Cong shook her head: "Really can't."

"Why isn't it fresh?"

"I'll go contact people first and see what kind of reception is needed here."

"If I don't get a share of the fish, how can I have abundance every year?"

Song Tan couldn't help but be helpless: "Oh my! Your target markets are the same, and you can still argue. Boss Chang, your tone just now wasn't polite."

The municipal leaders of an 18th-tier city have a bit of a gap in level from her own old man, so they probably wouldn't recognize him.

"There's no need for fish, right? I plan to catch some more in a while, but Boss Chang, you're so far away, the fish won't be fresh when it gets to you, no need."

As soon as this was said, she heard a sneer from behind: "80? How are you embarrassed to open your mouth?"

ε=(′ο｀*)))Sigh!

His voice was sincere and pitiful, not at all like someone whose business was booming. Old Zhao on the side was amazed—

"You all can just eat as much as you want today. But to buy, there really isn't any."

Bao Cong shook her head and looked behind him—only to see another acquaintance get off another car.

"Besides, you should also instruct your family, just set up a snack table later, and make the presentation simple and good-looking, don't mess around blindly. Also, when the leaders come, they will have cameras with them, tell Qiao Qiao to avoid that area during the livestream..."

—Surname Chang, out-of-town license plate, clearly this Boss Bao who cut off most of my supply!

"Okay!" Boss Chang could bend and stretch, and at this moment, he only said solemnly:

Thinking about this, she completely set her heart at ease and quickly said:

Who knew that as soon as this intention was expressed, she saw Boss Chang looking at her pitifully:

The person behind him was a man much younger than him, but his dress and style were much more elegant, and he was even twirling a string of beads in his hand.

"Boss Song, because the ingredients aren't enough, I'm closing my doors for the New Year. You tell me, which restaurant doesn't take New Year's Eve dinner reservations—except me!"

Old Zhao also wanted to open his mouth to argue back and forth, but Song Tan waved her hand: "Don't argue, don't argue! Regardless of how many digits, I'm not selling the pork this year."

At 11 o'clock, the tables were about to be set, everyone's mouths were stuffed with food, who would have time to talk?

"Don't forget me for the chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep, and fish!"

Just then, she saw two cars coming one after another on the road.

Thinking of this, she looked at her own old man with some worry, then felt at ease.

If they had such meals to eat, they would have to support themselves against the wall every meal.

The old men would be Amitabha if they could take some specialties back, pork? No way.

Boss Chang was anxious: "We have technology now! You say the word, I'll get an aquatic transport vehicle here, won't that work?"

"Pork that can't be finished can be frozen, if it really doesn't work, make it into something else, actually it won't last long."

"Good pig! Good pig!"

The leader would be accompanied by Secretary Li of the municipal government, she had to grasp the timing.

It's just...

The bigger the business, the thicker the skin!

"That's not possible!" At this, both Boss Chang and Old Zhao were anxious.

"Also, if anyone asks any sensitive questions..."

Song Tan couldn't help but be helpless: "Oh my! Your target markets are the same, and you can still argue. Boss Chang, your tone just now wasn't polite."

ε=(′ο｀*)))Sigh!

He frowned, very sincere: "Boss Song, I was just anxious for a moment."

Who cares who you are? They were talking over there, what's the meaning of cutting in and mocking people?

"You can open whatever price you think is appropriate, I came all this way, I can't go back empty-handed—I'm just saying, you have so many people, and the pork can't be stored. There are five pigs, can't you spare me one?"

The cattle and sheep were in large portions, Old Zhao couldn't eat them alone.

"Oh my! I came just in time!"

She sighed and was also very dejected: "The people in our family are all too capable of eating."

And he also realized who this person was.

The first to get off the car was the vegetable vendor Old Zhao.

He ran over happily, staring at the white pig being bled, his eyebrows and eyes full of smiles:

Once this was said, the two who had eaten at Song Tan's house also kept quiet.

Chang Letian sighed: "I was just anxious for a moment, afraid Boss Song would suffer because of face—sorry brother, I don't have any bad intentions."

Good heavens, you're acting all tea-like there! Old Zhao's nose was about to be crooked with anger.

Fine, there's no need to instruct that sentence.

Old Zhao's attention wasn't there, instead, he pestered her again: "Sell one! Just one—if it really doesn't work, half a side is fine! Just tell me what price? I'll pay 80 a jin!"

Old Zhao's brows furrowed, and he turned around immediately.

"But since you didn't mention it to me, the secretary, in advance, it should be low-key, don't worry, it's quite good that it's so lively."

As for Brother Little Du and the others, although their style was a bit obvious, it wouldn't make people immediately think of Yushan.

"You say, why are some people so good at suppressing prices when doing business? For the pork in your house, anything below three digits doesn't even need to be discussed, how is he embarrassed to open at 80?" ===== CHAPTER 1030 =====