Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Su Haitang was stunned for a while, her memory seemed to be touched, and she remembered what she heard from somewhere.

The content of    is roughly in the market economy, the government's macro-control functions on market prices, price stabilization, and related economic, legal and administrative means.

   Against Wang Haoming's seemingly gentle, but actually oppressive gaze, she pursed her lips with difficulty, and honestly admitted.

   "I understand, I really didn't think about it."

   Once the words are spoken, the next step is easy.

   She shook her head with a wry smile, examining her own omissions as if doing an inspection.

   "If I want to sell the melons that are widely grown in every household at a sky-high price, I must prove that my melons are worth the price. Customer word of mouth is one aspect, but it is also the most illusory, and cannot be used as admissible evidence."

   "I'd better apply for a patent, ask authoritative university professors, researchers, nutritionists, etc. to issue relevant certificates, and then go to the relevant government department for the record."

   "Otherwise, I'll just drive up prices without basis. If someone else pursues it, it's justified to fine me."

   She had seen this pattern before, but the consequences were even more serious.

   The two factories fought a lawsuit against each other, using all kinds of overt and dark means, and the unrelenting attitude frightened Su Haitang, who had little knowledge.

   For fear of encountering the same calculation, she turned around to rectify her own factory and completed all the formalities before putting her heart back in her stomach.

  Wang Haoming and the others didn't expect her to have such insight, and they all looked over in surprise, and they couldn't even bother to drink the fragrant tea in their hands.

   Yu Ge frowned slightly in dissatisfaction with her meticulously drawn eyebrows. After listening to Xiaocui's brief report, she sent her back to the kitchen to cook quickly, ignoring the plate of melon cut into small pieces with toothpicks forked on the coffee table.

   "So, did you knowingly commit the crime? You came to my house on purpose, just to pull us into the water and protect you?"

   Yu Ge's eyes were sharp, and he aimed straight at Su Haitang, who was on an equal footing with them.

   "You actually dare to mislead others to pay under the guise of raising money to help students, your heart can be punished!"

   "We don't oppose others doing good deeds, and we are happy to play a role as a role model, but why should we marry you?"

   "You're a good abacus, you've made money, and you want to step on us to earn a good reputation, don't you think your appetite is too big?"

   Yu Ge's voice was fierce, and he coldly issued an expulsion order.

   "I hate being used the most! Especially using my kindness, love, and the misfortune of other weak people to make money! It's abominable!"

   "I don't care who your cousin is. My family doesn't welcome you. Please leave. If you eat your melon, I will pay you the market price, and you will take the rest with you."

   "You don't have to think about the so-called order. The contract concluded with fraud is invalid and is not legally recognized. You can go."

  Su Haitang was scolded by the nose, and was driven out in public, with a burning face, as if she had been slapped several times!

   No one interceded for her.

   She wouldn't be foolish enough to expect that someone would offend the mistress just to meet her insignificant for the first time.

   She took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and was about to open her mouth, but was coldly snatched by Yu Ge.

   "Don't bother to argue. We are not three-year-olds, and we have our own judgments. Please take the initiative to leave, leave some respect for each other, and don't make trouble too ugly. The guards don't put lights on for good looks."

   Having said that, Su Haitang didn't want to explain any further.

   At least one sentence of Yu Ge is right, they are not three-year-old children, they only believe in their inherent judgment; it is useless for her to explain, it will only be regarded as a sophistry with ulterior motives.

   This is called, don't talk more than half a sentence.