PFC Chapter 355 Pay the money!
Chapter 355 Pay the money!
"W-what on earth is going on?"
The village chief who rushed over after hearing the noise was also confused. It was just making vermicelli, so why did people get so angry that they fainted?
But when the village chief saw that the starch was not made at all, he almost fainted.
Is this sweet potato flour or sweet potato paste?
"Have you called 120? Save people first!"
After a chaotic scene, the person was sent to the ambulance.
Because of the failure of starch precipitation, other people who had sweet potatoes involved developed great distrust of Wang Can.
"Biaozi doesn't know how to make sweet potato flour. All those hundreds of kilograms of sweet potatoes are wasted!"
"That's right, our sweet potatoes haven't been harvested yet, we don't want to do it anymore, we want to quit!"
At that time, they agreed to Wang Biao's proposal because they wanted to make a lot of money, but now not only did they not make a penny, but they also wasted a lot of sweet potatoes.
If they had known this would happen, they might as well have sold the sweet potatoes to Xia Anan.
If they had sold it earlier, the money would be in their hands now.
Snapped!
Wang Biao slammed the table hard, his face full of anger.
"Shut up! Shut up, everyone!"
"I said we make sweet potato vermicelli ourselves so that everyone can make money together? The people who live broadcast every day are me and my group of brothers, what do you do?"
After he said this, the rest of the people didn't dare to speak anymore.
Wang Biao pointed at everyone present and said, "You didn't work, but waited to get paid, and now you're not happy? Didn't I just fail once?"
"Can you really do it?"
A voice sounded in the crowd.
Wang Biao was stunned.
The rest of the people also began to agree, "That's right, can you really do it?"
"Those city people like cleanliness. Will they really buy the sweet potato flour you make?"
These words have been said very bluntly, and the bottom line is that he still doesn't believe Wang Biao.
"I'm only halfway done. What right do you have to say I can't do it? If I can't do it, can that Xia guy do it?"
Wang Biao was so angry that his face turned red.
"Then what about us sweet potatoes that have done bad things together?"
Just then, a few people sitting in the corner spoke up.
Others may say to quit, but what about those who no longer have sweet potatoes?
What should they do with these companies?
"Village chief, you are here today too, tell me, what should we do now?"
Everyone turned their eyes to the village chief, and the man tremblingly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself.
What could he do? He originally wanted everyone to sell all the sweet potatoes to Xia Anan, but these people thought the price was too low and refused to sell.
Now that I can’t make the sweet potato vermicelli, it’s all in my hands, and it’s coming to me again.
"Well, at that time, Biaozi said he would make vermicelli, and you all agreed. It's just like doing business, there are gains and losses. Without my sweet potatoes, I can't say anything now."
The village chief immediately cleared himself of all responsibility.
Solve your own problems by yourselves and don't let him interfere. He doesn't want to offend anyone.
Wang Biao was also very angry at this moment. These people actually didn't believe in him.
He took out his cell phone and said, "Okay, you just want me to pay you money, right? I will! I will pay you, okay?"
Those families immediately took out their mobile phones to receive the payment. This was what they deserved and was supposed to be theirs.
In the first few days of the live broadcast, netizens were curious about the show and naturally many people gave gifts.
But Wang Biao’s live broadcast had no content, and he still looked sloppy. The popularity of sweet potato vermicelli also went down, and his popularity during the live broadcast was not as good as before.
If Wang Biao shared the income from live broadcast with other people, there wouldn’t be so many complaints.
But after each live broadcast, he would take his group of brothers out for a big meal, and most of the money he received from the live broadcast tips had been spent.
The conversation ended unpleasantly, with everyone having their own thoughts.
This made the other villagers who were watching the fun feel fortunate that they did not leave the sweet potatoes for Wang Biao, otherwise they would not get the money and would not be able to make sweet potato vermicelli.
In the evening, Wang Can returned from the factory because it was his rest time.
"Dad, Mom, this is the potato flour distributed by the factory. I brought it back for you to try. There are also these leftover konjac. They are very cheap. The workers all buy them. I bought some too. I will make some for you to try tomorrow. And this is candy made from sweet potatoes! You two have definitely never tasted it!"
"Good good."
Mr. and Mrs. Wang Dafu were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling. Their daughter had a great job and she even knew to bring things back for them.
Just as the family was happily chatting about interesting things in the factory, there was a knock on the door.
Wang Can looked outside. "Who is it at this late hour?"
There are not many entertainment activities in the village. After dark, most people go home to sleep and rarely come out to visit each other.
But Wang Dafu on the side changed his expression and pushed her into the room.
"Go in first, wash your face and brush your teeth. You're tired after a long day and go to bed early."
"what?"
I haven't even finished what I was saying, why did you let me in?
But before she could say anything else, the door in front of her was closed.
Isn't it just a person coming? Am I so shameful?
The more Wang Dafu didn't want her to listen, the more curious Wang Can became. She put her ear close to the door and vaguely heard a lot of people coming.
"Dafu, your girl is back today, right?"
Wang Can: Are you here to find yourself?
Wang Dafu poured water for the people in front of him, "Yes, she worked all day and is now asleep. What's the matter with you?"
Several people were too embarrassed to speak for a moment. At that time, Wang Dafu's family was selling sweet potatoes and they thought Wang Dafu was stupid. Now it seems that they are the real stupid ones.
One of them couldn't help but ask directly: "Is your daughter working in that boss Xia's factory? What is her relationship with boss Xia?"
Wang Can pieced together the whole story from their subsequent conversations. Wang Biao failed in making sweet potatoes, and these people didn't want to work with him anymore. They wanted to sell the sweet potatoes to Xia Anan again.