Wang Xiaoming took a week off the next day, and Wang Kun went to the school to help him. The reason was that Wang Xiaoming's uncle, who was far away in the neighboring county, had never seen Wang Xiaoming before on his 60th birthday. In fact, Wang Xiaoming followed Wang Kun to Guangzhou.

When he went out this time, Wang Kun followed Wang Xiaoming's advice and wore a Zhongshan suit, which was also the one that Wang Kun could show the most. Although the wool material was handmade, it was paired with the temperament Wang Kun developed for many years of teaching and the big-headed leather shoes on his feet. Outsiders could not tell that he was actually just a farmer.

"So you have about 5,000 yuan on hand?" Wang Kun waited until he got on the Guangzhou train to ask this question. The train from Santang Town to the provincial capital was quite a few who could understand their hometown dialect, but on this train, there were almost zero people who could understand their Santang Town dialect.

S County is one of the birthplaces of ancient Chu dialect. After thousands of years, it still has the original flavor of sweat. However, every place has a little work. In S County, it is normal for many towns to not understand the local dialect of the next town. However, in S County, the pronunciation of each town is a bit different in the sixteen towns in S County. People from the same county can understand it, but if they have to be replaced by people from other places, listening to them is like listening to foreign languages.

Santang Town's words have a characteristic: they speak fast, and many words are completely different from those in Mandarin, so ordinary Chinese people only feel like they are listening to their conversations, and they can't understand a single word when they hear them.

"Yes, but I didn't bring it all out this time." Wang Xiaoming said.

"What? Did you bring the money on you? How much?" Wang Kun asked suddenly and very nervously. His personality has always been cautious. For example, when he first went to Guangzhou, he sewed the payment on his shorts.

"Four thousand five." Among them, Wang Xiaoming was to purchase goods for 4,000 yuan, and he wanted to buy something suitable for himself.

If he could roar at this time, maybe Wang Kun would create a new Guinness record with the highest decibels. But he was cautious by nature and held back because it would attract strange gazes from others. Maybe because of his loud roar, the thief would think of him.

But from this moment on, until Wang Xiaoming handed over the payment to Boss Guo, Wang Kun's eyes had never been closed. Even in the blink of an eye, he would remind himself that the speed should be fast. He stared at Wang Xiaoming's schoolbag all the time. Except for a few stacks of letter paper and pen, there were all bundles of RMB. There were no large amounts of banknotes, the largest one was ten yuan, and 4,500 yuan was put together, which occupied a considerable area.

"Where are you put?" Wang Kun looked at Wang Xiaoming's director with his eyes.

"Yes, otherwise how could he let go of his body?" Wang Xiaoming didn't care at all. He knew that China's public security in recent years was the best since the founding of the country. And even if a thief dared to steal, he would have to return it obediently after he got it. You must know that if he was caught, he would definitely be sentenced to death. Who wouldn't take his life seriously?

"Why didn't you tell me last night?" Wang Kun's meaning was obvious. He told him last night that he had time to sew all his money on his shorts.

"Dad, don't worry, it's very safe along the way." Wang Xiaoming comforted his father.

But Wang Kun would not believe Wang Xiaoming. Although Wang Xiaoming's actions have always been proven to be correct, this time it is different. Wang Kun's personality determines that he must be vigilant at all times.

Because of this, Wang Kun rarely talked to Wang Xiaoming along the way, and the train drove slowly. As long as Wang Xiaoming rushed to the car, the day before yesterday, the editor of the novel monthly magazine Hu Yan sent a letter to Wang Xiaoming. He asked Wang Xiaoming to send him the third part of Zhongxia's Enju as soon as possible. This time, Hu Yan promised that Wang Xiaoming's manuscript fee would be paid for 1,000 words and one hundred yuan.

Wang Xiaoming doesn't value money as much as last year. He just regards this as his responsibility. After finishing this novel, Wang Xiaoming decided not to write novels, especially such novels, which are too tiring. If he wants to write, he only wants to write some short stories or something.

After leaving the Guangzhou Railway Station, Wang Kun immediately urged Wang Xiaoming to go to Boss Guo's place immediately. The business in the factory is now a trivial matter. The main reason is that after Wang Xiaoming handed over the payment for the goods to Boss Guo, Wang Kun could feel relieved. He didn't sleep all night last night and didn't even close his eyes, at most he just blinked.

"Xiao Wang, aren't you going to send money? Why did you come in person?" Boss Guo was surprised to see Wang Xiaoming. The day before yesterday, Wang Xiaoming called him and told him to send the money to him. Unexpectedly, he came to him in person today.

"This time we came mainly not to purchase goods, but to the matter of the casting and pipe factory in our village. This is my father, Wang Kun. He is the deputy director of our Wangjia Village casting and pipe factory. This time we came mainly to discuss their factory's business." Wang Xiaoming said.

"Xiao Ming, you can do your job first, and then talk about our business after it is done." Wang Kun said immediately after saying hello to Boss Guo.

"Okay, the money will not fly away on me." Wang Xiaoming had to compromise when he met such a father.

"Boss Guo, our business is simple. Do our business first. This is 4,300 yuan, please do it." Wang Xiaoming took out bundles of money he had ordered at home and handed it to Boss Guo. Now he only has two hundred yuan left.

"Okay, I'll prepare the goods for you right away." Boss Guo is a businessman, and he can't ask for it first.

"What did you say you want to give me something?" Wang Xiaoming asked when Boss Guo ordered the money.

"Look at it, it's it. This is my new product. You can definitely sell it at a good price when you get it in the mainland." Boss Guo stared at the money and pointed to the shelves behind with his hand.

"TV?" Wang Xiaoming looked in the direction of Boss Guo's finger and immediately discovered that Boss Guo had a new brand, a twelve-inch black and white TV!

"Yes, if you don't come, I'm going to give you one, and I hope you can help me sell some goods in the future." Boss Guo ordered money very quickly, no less than the best banknote counter in the bank.

"What's the price?" Wang Xiaoming's brain was immediately moving quickly. He was calculating whether he could sell it if he entered the TV this time and wanted to buy a good price.

"This one is a bit expensive because it is a new variety, which costs 160 yuan." Boss Guo said.

"I want ten units, no, fifteen units, and only half of the radio and watches are added. Is it OK?" Wang Xiaoming said. This time he was preparing to buy 4,300 yuan goods, that is, 250 radios and 1,000 yuan electronic watches. These things should be sold for a long time when they are taken back. After all, even S County is not an economically developed county, and the consumption level of people is limited. But TVs are different. Wang Xiaoming still remembers that in another year, someone in the village will buy a TV. Of course, it is a sensation in the whole village. When watching TV at night, the owner can only move the TV outside the house, otherwise there will be too many people watching and there will be no standing in the house.

"You are very bold, so I will prepare 125 radios, 500 electronic watches and 16 TVs for you, one of which is for you." Boss Guo said.

"Dad, can you lend me fifty yuan? I only have two hundred yuan on it. This 4,300 yuan is still fifty yuan away from Boss Guo." Wang Xiaoming immediately took out all the money in his schoolbag. It seemed that his willingness to buy something was disappointed again this time.

"Xiao Wang, don't borrow it from your father. If you are exempt from this fifty yuan, just give me another two hundred." Boss Guo was surprised at Wang Xiaoming's calculation speed. You should know that his son is about the same age as Wang Xiaoming, but now he can't even calculate the addition and subtraction within ten, but Wang Xiaoming calculated the number of thousands of yuan in a blink of an eye.

Wang Kun was completely stupid. He didn't expect that Xiao Ming would make such a big decision if he had made such a hasty decision. One hundred and six TVs, ten TVs were one thousand six, and fifteen TVs were two thousand four. Don't he know how big the money this is?

"Xiao Ming, are you thinking carefully?" Wang Kun was a little worried. In the early part of the first lunar month, he only sold his first two days in Santang Town. It would not work on the third day. At that time, there were only twenty radios and eighty electronic watches. Now Wang Xiaoming had to take back one hundred and twenty-five radios and five hundred electronic watches at once. Can he sell it? You know, if it is sold, you can indeed make a fortune, but if it is not sold, it is all in his hands?

"Dad, don't think about this. I know you're worried, but don't worry, as soon as we go back, we will open an electrical appliance store in the county, specializing in selling these things. I don't believe that the entire S County cannot digest this thing." Wang Xiaoming said.

When the Wang family father and son were talking, Boss Guo had already prepared the goods for them, and Wang Xiaoming could pick up the goods at any time. Wang Kun saw that things were decided and he had something to ask Boss Guo for the next time, so he couldn't say anything. However, the heart he had just let go was hung in the air again.
Chapter completed!