Chapter 520: Whose favor is it?

Old Zhao finally got into the car in the middle of the night, cursing.

No way, Song Tan kept her word. She said she wouldn't provide dinner, and he waited all night without even getting a tea egg—stingy, really too stingy!

"Nephew, tell me, with our friendship, would she go bankrupt if she kept me for a meal at night?"

Old Zhao sat in the passenger seat, wrapped in fishy smell, actually having no appetite, but still angry—he drank two large cups of tea in the middle of the night, just preparing with an empty stomach!

As a result, he didn't catch a single fish, and didn't even get a meal.

The nephew was an honest man, and at this moment he said truthfully: "But their family is really busy! With so many people buying fish, the family has to clean up too. It's normal that they can't take care of us!"

Isn't it busy as hell?

The pond side had long since lost its clear water and lush water weeds, leaving only a dark and messy scene. In order to prevent it from smelling and breeding mosquitoes and flies, Wu Lei and Zhang Wangjia sent off the customers and were busy making fertilizer with the blood-stained ground!

Looking at this posture, I'm afraid they won't finish until the middle of the night!

As for Song Tan's courtyard—when they left, the water pipe was equipped with foam, washing and flushing, and handful after handful of mugwort was lit by the wall, smoky and fiery, also busy without touching the ground.

Old Zhao:...

On the dark mountain road, he felt very frustrated looking at his nephew.

That is to say, a man, a businessman, cannot be dishonest, but can't be too honest, right? We are related by blood, what's wrong with you echoing a few times at this time?

It's not against the law!

However, the honest nephew also had the stubbornness of an honest man:

"Boss Song is quite good, she didn't let us run for nothing. We can make a lot of money this time. Uncle, if you are tired, I'll send you back first later? You are old, you should rest more."

Old Zhao was even angrier: "Who is old? I'm spirited in the middle of the night! Besides, making money is our hard-earned money, it has nothing to do with Song Tan, don't be silly!"

"How can it have nothing to do with it!"

The nephew insisted on being reasonable: "There are so many cars that can be chartered on the market, but everyone asked me to help deliver the goods. This must still be because Boss Song is the link."

Speaking of which, Old Zhao's nephew was also quick-witted.

He looked quite honest when working usually, but he had his own scale in his heart. Hearing everyone calling to worry about how to wash the car after hauling fish at night, the young man immediately had an idea—

They just happened to have a big empty car tonight!

With so many people, everyone just gave a few dozen yuan for travel expenses and sent them directly. Everyone should barbecue at night, wash their feet, and not delay tomorrow at all!

Killing two birds with one stone, you get convenience and I get money. Soon they talked about business in Song Tan's courtyard.

Now this car full of fish and shrimp is not his own, but better than his own!

For this, Old Zhao's nephew recognized Boss Song!

Old Zhao:...

He hated this elm-headed brain, and at this moment could only hatefully say: "Your flattery is useless now. Tomorrow, the price of the fish sold to us will definitely be the same price! When a hundred jin of fish are carried home, the money you earned tonight will have to be washed away!"

He let out a long sigh: "Nephew, this is called: Bitterly hating the golden thread pressed year after year, making wedding clothes for others!"

"I'm telling you, burning the midnight oil to earn this travel money, in the end, don't you still have to buy things from her hands?"

The nephew didn't listen to this kind of ghost talk, he just asked again: "Then, we don't take this business tonight, don't we want fish tomorrow?"

Old Zhao:... How could he not want it! He just felt sorry for the money, not stupid!

"Right?" The nephew captured his expression, and at this moment said quite proudly: "We buy it ourselves, it's two yuan cheaper per jin, and we can pick it first!"

Old Zhao:...

He closed his eyes, lay back, and didn't want to say a word.

Song Tan's family was indeed still busy.

It was almost ten o'clock at night, and the family had only dealt with a meal simply. The helpers dispersed early, and the hygiene came to an end. After everyone simply washed up, they sat in the brightly lit living room blowing the air conditioner, and had to carry out the final finishing work.

Even Seventh Cousin, tonight he waited until this time to cut the watermelon, before taking Seventh Grandma and strolling back.

Sister Yanran was nervous, organizing the accounts in her hand, and whispered to Professor Song and others: "Song Tan's family... are they too trusting of us... so much money!"

Some people scanned the code, some swiped cards, some gave cash. It was busy on the spot, and there was no choice. Now that it was summarized at night, it was almost forty thousand yuan.

Just this, the task of collecting money tonight was all on Sister Yanran. Even if the money from scanning the code wasn't with her, the tens of thousands of yuan in cash in her hand still made her nervous and uneasy, fearing that she would calculate it wrong.

Tang Xiaodong whispered: "Such a nervous and intense sale, it's harder than farm work, but why do I feel like we are free labor?"

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Just, the three of them cooperated seamlessly, and they were exhausted today. Then when they weren't there in the past, did this family also plan to sell fish like this?

Of course, for this food, he was willing to be free labor, but this feeling was very subtle.

Grandpa Qi Lin didn't make a sound; he had gone numb from picking and catching fish, and at this moment, his palms were still stinging with the pain of being grazed by fish fins.

If Song Tan knew their problem, she would definitely roll her eyes—please, Xin Jun is unable to lift anything, Zhang Yanping looks capable but actually can't lift a bundle of grass, and Qiaoqiao is okay but can't handle so many people!

If you rely on them?

Then this fish can only be sold slowly, one net a day! How can there be such high efficiency of quick decision-making now?

Still have to thank Professor Song for teaching his disciples well!

Now, Professor Song, who taught his disciples well, continued to educate: "You guys, this is such a rare training opportunity, you don't know it!"

"Is our labor force very valuable? Compared to real farm hands, it's worthless."

"Originally I thought, I have studied for a long time in my life, and I am somewhat knowledgeable about science, right? It shouldn't be that I come to eat and drink for free."

"But do you know what I heard today? Song Tan's family business started from scattering a handful of grass seeds into the wasteland."

"Just that ordinary purple vetch, people feed cows, she feeds people, and she fed her customers into the die-hard appearance of today."

"Everyone, tell me, what do we need to do for this family?"

He smiled bitterly: "I am even thinking now, when people gave me the opportunity, was it a favor to me, letting me take a vacation?"

By the way, gilding the resumes of the disciples?

Thinking of this, Professor Song didn't want to talk!

And Sister Yanran and others were speechless, looking at each other, for a long time, she took a deep breath and looked at the account book in her hand again:

"Tang Xiaodong, Grandpa Qi Lin, let's check the accounts again." ===== CHAPTER 521 =====