Countryside Magic Doctor

"Well, I know what's going on? What does it have to do with your fruit?" Lao Zhi asked suspiciously in writing.

He Feng smiled and said, "I sell these fruits to special suppliers."

Hearing what he said, the old party secretary's face showed a dignified expression.

The present special offering is like the tribute of the ancient emperor, which is a good thing carefully selected from the folk. If you can enter the special offering, it shows that the quality of these fruits has been affirmed.

"So what you said is true?" the old party secretary asked in surprise.

"Yes." He Feng nodded.

"It's strange. Why are you so good at the same fruit, but other people in the village can't sell it?" Lao Zhi asked with a puzzled look.

"Because my fruit is different from theirs," He Feng said with a smile.

"What's the difference? Are they all the same varieties, the same land and the same planting environment? What flowers can they grow?" the old party secretary shook his head again and again to express disbelief and said.

"Well, to be honest, you'll know if you taste these fruits," He Feng said.

Then he took out an apple from a handbag he brought and handed it to the old branch secretary.

This is what he left for his family to prepare for his own people to eat.

The old branch secretary took the fruit suspiciously. He didn't pay so much attention. He ate it with his hand.

Just took a bite.

The taste buds of the old branch secretary were enriched by the aroma of the fruit. Rao had a lot of knowledge, but he was still surprised by the delicious fruit.

"I'm afraid it's not fairy fruit." the old branch secretary looked at the fruit in his hand and said in surprise.

He really can't describe the delicacy of this fruit in words.

The heart will inevitably give birth to this thing, which should only feel in the sky.

Seeing this, he Feng smiled and said, "you should believe me now."

"Believe it." the old party secretary said three letters again and again.

He was really shocked by this miraculous fruit.

"He Feng, the fruit you planted can sell at this price, but if the villagers plant it, can you guarantee such fruit halfway?" the old branch secretary asked.

"Yes, of course. Otherwise, what company do I run?" He Feng said with a smile.

"He Feng, there's one thing I'm surprised about. Why can't other people produce this kind of fruit, and you can plant it?" Lao Zhi asked in writing with a questioning look.

"Well, old party secretary, you should remember whether I am a doctor or a traditional Chinese medicine," He Feng said.

"Well, does that have anything to do with planting fruit?" the old party secretary asked questioningly.

He really didn't know what the connection was between the two.

"I'm afraid you don't understand. In ancient times, large families used ginseng as firewood to cook delicious food, and our delicious fruit was also nourished by Chinese herbal medicine." He Feng explained with a smile.

"Ginseng." the old secretary took a breath. Although it has been planted on a large scale, the price of ginseng is still very high.

It's hard for him not to be shocked.

So he hurriedly asked, "He Feng, can't you also plant this fruit with ginseng?"

"No," He Feng said faintly.

"If you use ginseng as nourishment, I'll lose money if these fruits sell for 200000." He Feng said with a smile.

"Also." the old party secretary thought and nodded.

"I use some Chinese herbal medicine, a very common Chinese herbal medicine, and the price will not be too high. Then I make it into a solution to irrigate the seedlings. In this way, the fruit is the kind I planted." He Feng said to the old branch secretary.

"If the cost is not high," the old party secretary asked.

"Not high, but I can't tell the specific figures." He Feng said with a smile, but although he smiled on his face, his attitude was very tough.

The price of stock solution can't be exposed, otherwise it's too easy to make people jealous.

"Understand." the old party secretary is not a pedantic person, nodded and said.

"So you're going to give the solution of this Chinese herbal medicine to the villagers," the old branch secretary asked.

"Yes." He Feng nodded and said.

"But it's not free. They use the fruit juice or vegetables grown by my agriculture. Other crops must be sold to my company, not by others." He Feng said his own rules.

"It should be," said the old party secretary. Then he promised he Feng, "if anyone dares to sell the planted things to others, I will drive him out of the village."

"That's nice," He Feng said.

"But!" the old party secretary paused, and then continued, "they are all from the countryside. You let them earn more. After all, the big guys are very poor."

"It should be!" He Feng said with a smile.

"I pay for technology and sales channels, and the villagers contribute to the land. I account for 60% of the profits and give the rest to the villagers," He Feng said.

"60%, he Feng, can't you be less?" the old party secretary frowned and said.

He Feng was embarrassed to see the old party secretary like this.

Should I say it or not?

Just then.

The son of the old party secretary, the headmaster of the village primary school in his 60s, spoke.

"Dad, he Feng has given a lot. This foreign enterprise can take technology into our domestic company and account for the shares. Besides, he Feng also pays money and channels. For these villagers, the money is picked up for nothing," said the son of the old branch secretary.

Moreover, the son of the old party secretary helped his glasses.

Then he said, "as soon as our voice comes out, it is a profiteering industry. It is difficult to guarantee that no one will be jealous. The relationship he Feng maintains and the money he needs to spend to get through the relationship are all gone, and these do not need our villagers to worry about."

He is a rare cultural person in the village. He once went to college, but after a short time, he was expelled from the school.

It is said that it seems to have offended someone inside.

Hearing what his son said, the old party secretary was relieved.

He said to He Feng, "OK, everything is according to your arrangement. He Feng, you grew up with me. I don't want to pit our own people."

He Feng was not annoyed by this sentence.

He knew in his heart that it was the old party secretary beating and holding himself high so that he would not do that kind of thing.

In fact, he can't do that.

Throughout ancient and modern times, even a treacherous minister, corrupt official and a guy with a long history of infamy have a good reputation in his hometown.

After all, rabbits don't eat nest grass.

Except for those village bullies who think they are superior, no one with a little wisdom will do anything around his hometown.