Chapter 783

Don't say it, you really shouldn't say it.

Qi Lin is usually a man of few words, but who would have thought he had such depth! Every single thing he mentioned was clearly a small matter, yet they were all quite critical...

Oh my! Song Tan was even more reluctant to let him go.

At this moment, the car turned onto the national highway, and she asked cautiously: "That... you guys will come back after the exams, right?"

Thinking of Professor Song's three students, along with Yan Ran, she discovered that she was someone who wouldn't suffer a loss, and had great wit and courage.

With Qi Lin, she discovered he didn't say much, but everything was to the point.

And there's Tang Xiaodong, who is usually careless but also has outstanding ability...

Such talent, not having been entrusted with important tasks—that is Tan Tan's fault!

Song Tan thought about her current income, and her backbone felt much stiffer: "Why don't you guys just join the staff next year? Monthly salary of 8,000, five insurances and one fund, meals and housing included—let's be clear, it's the cafeteria on the mountain!"

Qi Lin was startled; he really hadn't expected: "So generous?"

Xiong Chang:...

The two negotiated the pre-tax and post-tax salary the whole way. When the car turned onto a section of road that was bumpy but much better than the one in Yunqiao Village, Qi Lin also sighed—

What I said was clearly pre-tax!

Secretary Xiao Zhu had already shown her the planning map. The originally winding village road had two sections this time that went straight through other fields. Originally it took two hours to get to the city, but after paving it with asphalt, one hour would be enough!

This was also his first time seeing someone complain about trouble while making big money. Don't say it, perhaps it was because he was familiar with Qi Lin, but it sounded like it was only natural.

Roads!

Just look at Professor Song, who knows if his students won't have their own circles in the future?

Xiong Chang, who hadn't finished his sentence:...

He secretly calculated: working in the countryside is naturally not as stable as in the institute or the academy, but nowadays, the institute and academy also rely entirely on competition—competition for connections, competition for funding, various assessments, evaluations, and thesis requirements...

Xiong Chang was puzzled: "Nowadays, strawberries are all packaged in individual mesh boxes, with the boxes wrapped in full layers. Even on mountain roads like this, it shouldn't have much impact."

Isn't saying that just handing people an opportunity to drive the price down?

Just like when selling peaches before, even though it was clearly stated that the tips of the Eagle-Beak peaches being broken wasn't a post-sales issue, there were still people who would haggle, asking for compensation for the whole box because "it's so expensive, why isn't it perfect?"

But Boss Yang is worthy of being Boss Yang; he didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

The other party appeared even more cordial: "Introduced by Niu Ben, right? Come, come, I'll take you to see the sheep... Oh, my wife is in the hospital, the caregiver is no good, I have to go this afternoon, I can't afford any delays!"

It was fortunate that not many peaches were sold, otherwise, the tips of the peaches would have needed two more layers of protection.

And with Xiong Chang...

Boss Yang glanced at him: "Why are you asking me? You have to ask the sheep! If you let it run, it would dare to climb Mount Tai!"

Plus the unavoidable social gifts and daily expenses, with his 8,000 a month, he'd be lucky to have 3,000 left at the end of the month.

While talking, the car stopped in front of a very spacious red-brick house.

Xiong Chang shook his head: "No, no, no matter how good the packaging is, it's easy to have problems when it gets bumpy. I really don't have the patience for post-sales."

"Boss Yang, are you home?"

It was just Qi Lin thinking about the change in the cafeteria, feeling a little melancholy at the moment.

Even Song Tan was speechless: "Never seen someone doing business by revealing their own bottom line first."

"46 in total, the scale is over there, you weigh them—if you're not at ease, you can bring your own scale, did you bring one?"

But whether they fall or not is another matter.

After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Song Tan quickly made a decision: "Okay. 8,000 pre-tax, it's settled."

"Is there no possibility of them being a bit more honest?" She asked sincerely: "The mountains on both sides of my river beach are quite steep; they probably can't climb up, so they'll be honest, right?"

Furthermore, even if something happened there, if he wanted to change places later, Professor Song wouldn't ignore it.

That treatment, not to mention whether it's good or not, just the base salary of 8,000—Song Tan being able to offer that made him feel it was incredible.

Forget it, I'll buy two sets of sturdy work clothes later. 8,000 a month, give 1,000 to Grandpa, and I might even be able to save 6,000. And there's the cafeteria... the cafeteria might be a bit worse than the ingredients at home, but when it comes to taste, which unit's cafeteria can compare?

However, giving them 8,000 is really quite worth it. Not to mention that they can do anything and can plan the fields. Just speaking of the massive connections behind them...

Song Tan thought to herself that she was just poor before!

"Coming, coming!" A middle-aged man ran out of the house, his hair messy, wearing a red and white plaid shirt and a leather vest, quite in the style of Song Sancheng when he used to work at home.

She didn't speak because she wanted to wait and hear if Boss Yang had anything else to say. Song Tan's brows twitched; she wanted to say that the price was fair but not impossible to haggle down by a thousand or eight hundred...

The Song family is clearly doing high-end fruit, so that kind of packaging is normal.

Zhang Yanping was annoyed by the harassment, so he simply put on a cold face and declared: "That's fine, I suggest you send the peaches back. The shipping fee and the cost of the peaches will all be refunded to you."

That's it then, my river beach is as flat as can be. If they want to jump high, they have to go into the river to have any drop. Even the cow pen, dorm, and dog house had to be padded up a layer against the mountain to be safe!

"Let's be clear first: if you want them, take them all away this afternoon, don't leave them at home. Sheep are creatures that love to jump and move around, and they're always hungry. I don't even have time to feed them fodder if I keep them at home."

Xiong Chang:...

If it were faster, 40 minutes isn't impossible!

Just hearing him open his mouth and chatter: "It doesn't matter if you didn't bring a scale. You can trust me in my work; it won't be a single ounce short—you've got the sheep pen ready, right? Sheep love to jump; they don't like walking on flat roads, they just love to bounce around. Take them into the mountains when you have nothing to do..."

Pave the road quickly!

But you can't tell, Song Tan, who has the most stable personality, actually has the most decisiveness!

Qi Lin:...

Xiong Chang was dumbfounded.

Xiong Chang suddenly felt the person was approachable.

The other party then subsided.

Oh my, just thinking about that makes my heart burn with excitement. After all, I promised Qiao Qiao I'd grow strawberries for him, and that thing still depends on transportation.

However, this method is inadvisable. Zhang Yanping saying it is just to give Qi Lin a reminder. When it comes to packaging, you really can't save a single cent!

"Since you were introduced by Niu Ben, I won't say anything about the price. My sheep are good; if they weren't, he wouldn't have introduced you, right? Lambs are 20 a jin, and you know about the ewes—they're either pregnant or have been mated, so 22 a jin. And those rams, 24 a jin, they're all good breeding stock!"

After all, there are so many varieties that make money, why insist on the ones that are hard to preserve?

Who knew that Boss Yang, perhaps because he faced sheep every day, was truly a chatterbox. Before Qi Lin could speak, he poured it all out like bamboo beans from a tube: