The Big Landlord

In the afternoon, Wang Ben sent the newly proposed land lease contract to Wang De'an, and increased the rent for one year. In addition to the land rent, he also paid a one-and-a-half-year subsidy, which totaled more than 15,000. If Wang De'an's two sons hadn't separated their families, the number of households would have increased to ten thousand yuan in an instant.

Wang De'an's family had never seen so much money. Even if there was an extra clause in the contract that the lease could not be terminated at will except for force majeure, otherwise double the compensation, they agreed wholeheartedly and swore to confirm without even frowning. Never accept that boss's advice again.

After handling the matter, Wang Ben began to wait quietly at home. On the second day after signing the contract, Wang De'an came to his door again and conveyed to him the wishes of the village party secretary and the boss, asking him to go to the village committee.

"Ignore him for being so arrogant when asking for help," Wang Ben curled his lips and responded indifferently, and continued to play with Linglong, patting each other and having a great time.

Wang De'an didn't dare to be so calm, so he had to make another trip to convey his intention. At this point, it was finally over that he was not a middleman.

Within two hours, Hetai Village Party Secretary Mao Zongwen led a few people into Xiushui Bay in a hurry, without even turning a corner, and rushed directly to Wang Ben's house. It felt like he was inciting an army to prosecute.

"Secretary Mao, come in and sit down!" Wang Ben smiled and stood up to greet him warmly. He pointed to the chairs next to him very politely and looked at the people behind them. They were the ones who were wandering around the greenhouse when collecting flowers. People, he couldn't help but asked in confusion, "Who are these?"

"Humph, Boss Wang has such a big air!" Before Mao Zongwen could say anything, a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a fur coat and with his hair combed back, took the initiative to chat. He sneered disdainfully and ignored the invitation. Without asking him to sit down, he walked straight to a stool, bent down to take a closer look, frowned and blew hard on the stool a few times, then sat down swaggeringly, folded his hands in front of his chest, crossed his legs, and the rest of the crowd The person walked closely behind him and stood still.

This person should be the so-called boss. What a fucking nouveau riche he is. He is so tired of sitting on a stool. Wang Ben cursed secretly in his heart, smiled faintly, and said calmly: "No, I'm not a boss, I'm just a farmer."

"This is the boss Bai Dayinbai from Yongfeng City. He specially came to support the development of Hetai Village and is preparing to build a silk factory in Xiushui Bay." Mao Zongwen put the briefcase in his hand beside the chair and pointed to the boss. road.

"Oh, so you are the boss," Wang Ben pretended to suddenly realize it, and said angrily, ignoring Bai Dayin's arrogant look, "My stool is dirty, you don't have to sit on it."

Bai Dayin frowned in disbelief. The people behind him were also deeply surprised. They all stared at Wang Ben. During the time when he was in contact with Hetai Village to set up a factory, from the village committee to the villagers, nothing was wrong. They were respectful, nodding and bowing, but they didn't expect a young farmer to be so arrogant.

Wang Ben glanced sideways and smiled disdainfully. The village committee regarded Bai Dayin as the God of Wealth, and he didn't want to be a bird.

"Okay, okay," Mao Zongwen saw that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly tried to smooth things over. He waved his hands to both sides to show that the two sides were more harmonious. After he managed to control the situation, he turned to Wang Ben and asked in a low voice: "Wang De'ana?" How many acres of land do you have planned?"

The village party secretary's attitude towards the matter was much better. Wang Ben didn't care about it anymore. He leaned back calmly on his chair and laid out the conditions calmly, "You can get the land. The crop damage fee will be 200,000 yuan this year and the next three years." 400,000 per year. As for young crop fees, land rental fees, fertilizer fees, and pesticide fees,

And the greenhouse was given as a gift. "

Bai Dayin's face turned green when he heard this. He stood up and shouted angrily: "Why don't you grab the gold you planted?"

Wang Ben smiled slightly, leaned back on the chair calmly, and said calmly, "What about Boss Bai? You are still a businessman, so don't make blind noises if you don't understand the market. It's because you don't know how to settle accounts, or you don't have money to compensate." rise."

Ignoring Bai Dayin, he asked Mao Zongwen, the village party secretary who was full of doubts and surprises, to calculate the accounts with his fingers. As long as the rose tree is managed properly, it can be grown for many years and bloom several times every year. The actual income is more than the asking price. Of course, , according to the ordinary planting method, he also excludes fertilizer, management, labor and other expenses.

After hearing this simple description, Mao Zongwen felt hopeful. Even he wanted to build a greenhouse to grow roses, but unfortunately he didn’t have that much money. Although he doubted Wang Ben’s words, he couldn’t find any loopholes. After thinking for a while, he turned around and talked to Wang Ben. Bai Dayin discussed: "Boss Bai, why don't we choose another land? Hetai Village is so big, there are many places to choose from."

"No!" Bai Dayin waved his hand and said very firmly, "I only need to reserve the land. As for the money, I can pay for a greenhouse and a few hundred yuan for young crops. There is no need to discuss anything else."

Wang Ben's face darkened, he frowned and asked, "Boss Bai, you only care about your own interests and don't care about the life or death of others?"

"Hmph, I've seen you like this a lot. You rent a piece of land and build a shabby shed just to trick people. I won't do this." Bai Dayin snorted softly, then opened his mouth and started talking nonsense, completely ignoring all responsibility.

"Get out!" Wang Ben no longer showed any politeness to this bullshit boss. He stood up straight, pointed at the door and coldly issued an expulsion order.

Bai Dayin stood up angrily and said firmly: "You will obediently give up the land."

Wang Ben sneered and pointed with his hand, and warned righteously: "Don't say I didn't remind you, if you don't have money to compensate, if you don't want to owe a bank loan and can't repay it, if you don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison, it's best to Don’t touch my shed.”

"We'll see!" Bai Dayin's eyes widened, he said something viciously, and walked away with his people.

"Hey..." Village Party Secretary Mao Zongwen shook his head and sighed, picked up his briefcase and hurriedly followed out. He had to nod and bow to accompany the God of Wealth who finally came to the village.

The negotiation broke down and the relationship was completely deadlocked. Bai Dayin was very unhappy. He even got angry just looking at the weeds that had just grown on the field. He stepped heavily on the grass and said angrily: "I don't know how to appreciate it!"

"Boss, what should we do?" A tall, thin man in his twenties next to him, with a middle-parted comb, leaned forward and bent over and asked. It was Bai Dayin's cousin Bai Dazhu, who is also an assistant and secretary. You can't call me cousin casually, you have to call me boss with a smile on your face.

"Don't worry, I have a way." Bai Dayin's small eyes rolled a few times, and his palms pressed gently from front to back on the smooth back of his head. His gloomy face showed unwillingness to be proud, and his big mouth tilted, confidence Manman said, "Look, it won't be long before he has to beg to sublet the land to me."