Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

This chapter adds more rewards for the 2003 million coins

The noisy people were divided into two groups, one group was headed by Xia Qiulong, and there were more than ten people, and the other group was mainly a shirtless, muscular middle-aged man in his twenties, with a number of more than twenty people around.

Liang Wan's carriage driving Delawa was isolated on one side, the wheels of the two carriages were blocked by four pieces of wooden corrugations, and the two outer shaft horses were grazing leisurely.

Standing behind Xia Qiulong, Liang Wan seemed to be gesticulating and arguing.

When Wan Feng got closer, Xia Qiulong yelled: "Zheng Laosan, Shao Te Bibi, tell me what you mean, is it because it's not easy to bully Lao Xia in Hongya, so if you want to do it, let's do it. "

The guy Xia Qiulong called Zheng Laosan was also unambiguous: "Xia, don't go to Qianyao to scare people, tell you that Qianyao people have traveled all over the world and seen the market, they are not so frightened, just do it , the people in the city are afraid that you and the people in Qianyao really don't take you seriously."

"Then what are you talking about, brothers, do it, anyone who dares to stop our car today will beat him out of shit!"

Both sides rolled up their arms and sleeves, ready to start filming.

Xia Qiulong raised his arms and shouted: "Hey, brothers! Brother, you are here."

Xia Qiulong, who was about to issue an attack order, turned his head and saw Wan Feng and Zhang Xiaomanzi approaching quickly, and swallowed back the order he was about to issue.

Wan Feng took a breath to stabilize his mood, and then went straight to the middle of the two groups, looking left at Xia Qiulong, right and Zheng Laosan.

The people on Zheng Laosan's side are in a state of ignorance, and they are about to start working here. Why is there a boy running out?

"What's going on? Rush?" Wan Feng asked.

Zheng Laosan said impatiently: "Xiao Bihai is going to play, it's none of your business here."

Xia Qiulong stepped up to Wan Feng's side and stretched out his hand to pull Wan Feng behind him: "Mr. Zheng, please be more polite, this is my brother!"

Zheng Laosan looked contemptuous: "Xia Qiulong, you are getting more and more screwed, and you also accept the milk boy. Is there no one in the city?"

"What the hell is a nanny, I tell you this is a real brother, a dead brother!"

There was a slight change in the way Zheng Laosan looked at Wan Feng.

Only those who have fought to the death together are qualified to be called brothers,

Has this brat had a life-and-death friendship with Xia Qiulong? No matter how you think about it, there is no price.

Wan Feng got out of Xia Qiulong's creaking nest: "Brother, why are you blocking me? How dare he hit me."

Wan Feng once again stood between Xia Qiulong and Zheng Lao Er.

"Brother, who is this shirtless hero? Let me introduce it. Every hero has to show his face. If he doesn't show up, how will he read the next line?"

"Zheng Xuekun from Qianyao, the third eldest is called Zheng Laosan outside, he is a bit lacking in mind, and some are called Zheng Sanyanzi."

Zheng Laosan immediately became angry: "You are so short-hearted, I have a good heart."

It does sound a little careless.

Wan Feng clasped his fists at Zheng's second child, imitating how he ran around the rivers and lakes in TV dramas: "Long admiration, long admiration."

This confuses Zheng Lao Eryang, what era is this?

"Brother Zheng, can I call you Brother Zheng?"

Elder Zheng nodded expressionlessly and said nothing.

"Brother Zheng, I heard that the people from your Qianyao stopped our delivery car, is that the case?"

"That's right, we stopped the carriage, but what does it have to do with you if we stop our businessman's carriage?" Zheng Laosan asked back.

"It's not a bad question. Let me introduce myself. My name is Wan Feng. I'm the deputy director of the Wahou Brick and Tile Factory of the Jiangwei Brigade of the Bravery Commune. This carriage belongs to our team. Do you think you stopped the carriage? Our business."

Wan Feng was very rude and put a factory director's hat on his head, which was more bluffing.

"Are you the factory manager?"

"Deputy factory director." Wan Feng also corrected a sentence.

Youngest Zheng snorted and didn't make another sound. He probably felt that it was worthless to quarrel with a child whether he was the factory manager or not.

"Brother Zheng, what do you mean by stopping our delivery car? We don't know each other because we are not relatives, so we have to explain why?"

"Hmph! Originally, the tiles in the first building used the tiles from our former kiln, but now you have snatched them away. If our tiles can't be sold, don't ask you who to turn to. You have to give us an explanation."

This reason is really weird. Your products can’t be sold and you don’t find out the reasons for yourself, but you come here to mess around. Let us give you an explanation, why?

"Just for this?"

"certainly."

"Brother Zheng, don't you think this is a joke? Let me make a metaphor. If your own girl can't get married, you don't look at your own girl's appearance but blame other men for their eyesight problems. This is a disease. Got it!"

"Do you dare to say that I'm sick?" Zheng Laosan's eyes almost went up to the top of his head.

Xia Qiulong also pushed forward: "What's wrong with saying you are sick? Are you not convinced? My brother said you are sick, so you are so sick."

Wan Feng stretched out his hand and pulled Xia Qiulong back: "Brother, it's not time for you to speak, now is the stage of reasoning, can you explain it clearly?"

Xia Qiulong's big eyes flickered and he didn't speak.

"Brother Zheng, don't be unconvinced. Your brick-burning bricks are no longer in line with the development of the times, and will gradually disappear from the market. This is the law of the development of the times and the law of the market. This has nothing to do with us. , Yijian people don’t like your products, it’s useless for you to find us.”

"Who said we burn clay tiles, we are also cement tiles, and the quality is no worse than yours."

oh? Wan Feng was surprised this time, did these guys play with cement tiles instead?

"Your tiles are the same as ours? Then why didn't you sell them?"

"Hasn't the market been snatched by you?"

"We only have one unit for one construction, and the second and third constructions have nothing to do with us. Isn't that all your market?"

"I don't care, Yijian was originally ours, so we'll settle the score with you. If you don't give us an explanation today, don't even think about leaving!"

Wan Feng frowned, he met some unreasonable people, as long as the market is yours.

"Tell me about your conditions."

"Yijian's market is ours, you all quit and get the hell out!"

Get out! The paralyzed old man finally came in, and you just said get out and get out?

Xia Qiulong behind Wan Feng was about to charge up, but was stopped by Wan Feng.

Wan Feng sneered for a while: "Brother Zheng, you have to have a bottom line in everything you do. Now the world is not ruled by the Democratic Party. You have to be reasonable in everything you do. It's not the era when you can occupy a mountain with a knife and be the king of the mountain. You are all nonsense Now, what will happen to you if we just don’t refund?”

Zheng Laosan's face was gloomy and he didn't answer.

"Stop our car and smash the tiles on the car. In the future, one car after another will smash another car so that we can't deliver the goods. The business will be ruined. If we don't let people smash you, you will prepare to open the film, isn't it? ah?"

Zheng Laosan still didn't speak.

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