"Mr. Hu, I've heard from my brother that both politeness, wisdom and courage are good. When I see you today, Guolan is worthy of his reputation. Fortunately, I will meet you!"

Yao Ping's cousin Yao Yong is a small dwarf with square face and thick eyebrows. She is only about 1.6 meters tall. She is in her forties and is thin and thin. She wears a brand of casual outfits. I don't know if she is rich and has no time to keep up, or if she is born with a bad look, but she doesn't look at her nobleness anyway.

Fitting his big tongue with a clanging accent, he stretched out his palm like a chicken claw toward Wu Bei.

"Haha, it seems that Yao has been in the south for too long and cannot change his local accent."

Wu Bei smiled and held the other person.

"My friends are from Lanhuang, and they can't get back to our Beihuang accent at once. Mr. Hu will take care of it!"

Yao Yong nodded repeatedly.

"We're all in the world, let's serve the dishes and start drinking. Mr. Yao is a rare occasion to come back. I have to make you feel the enthusiasm of our northern children."

Wu Bei was too lazy to get into too much trouble with him about boring things like accent, so he directly called the waiter.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hu, I'm going to do business in Lanhuang to discuss the matter first and then drink, otherwise it will be even more difficult to drink too much."

Yao Yong held the back of Wu Bei's hand and smiled brightly.

Looking at his abstract face, Wu Bei always had the urge to get bored with one punch. It had nothing to do with anything, it was simply because he looked too annoying.

Wu Beiqiang squeezed out a smile and filled the teacup for the other party: "I hope to hear it carefully."

"I am doing international resource recycling and reuse."

Yao Yong started to tell the story vividly, with a duck-like voice.

After a long time of hard work, Wu Bei finally understood the other party's business.

To put it bluntly, this guy is a super second-hand king, a professional business that recycles and sells dry clothes and shoes.

According to what he said, he had channels to sell the recycled clothes overseas, that is, to those poor and incompetent countries in Heizhou, which were in poverty and war, and made huge profits.

The purpose of his cooperation with Wu Bei was to hope that Wu Bei could help install an intelligent recycling machine in various communities in Chong City, streets and alleys.

Of course, if Wu Bei has enough financial resources, he can also buy the equipment himself. Yao Yong is spending money to buy the old clothes he receives.

"It means that we can get the money by just giving you old clothes?"

Wang Shun asked curiously.

"Yes, right, for example, if you collect a coat of one yuan, I can give it to you ranging from five to ten yuan. Chongshi has a population of nearly 10 million, and you can calculate the profits you generate."

Yao Yong nodded repeatedly.

"Any clothes are OK?"

Luohu asked again immediately.

"That's right, Mr. Luo, any clothes are fine, even if you take them off from dead people, it's fine. If you have the ability to get old supplies from places like donation associations, the profit will be higher!"

Yao Ping smiled and answered.

"Making money is earning money, we must not do anything that is conscientious. In short, we provide you with old clothes, how to sell, transport, etc., and you can get the money directly, right?"

Wu Bei frowned and confirmed repeatedly.

He has seen such business that Yao Yong has done on the Internet before, and always feels lingering.

"Mr. Wu Ruizhi, we can sign a contract. If we breach the contract, we are willing to bear ten times the compensation!"

Yao Yong was very sure.

"How much does a machine you mentioned that recycles old clothes cost?"

Wu Bei pondered for a moment and asked again.

“Original price…”

Yao Yong opened his mouth and wanted to say it.

"Be honest, I don't like bargaining!"

Wu Beiliso interrupted.

"One hundred thousand, all maintenance and repairs are all under our company's responsibility!"

Yao Yong lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, and wriggled his lips.

"Okay, I'll help you get some machines first, community property, etc. We'll do it. I'll take a look first. If the harvest is fine, I'll keep up with the loan!"

Wu Bei agreed softly.

"Muqian, if you help us get a machine, I will give you 30% of the profit. If you buy a machine, I will give you 90% of the profit!"

Yao Yong patted his chest with a very arrogant attitude.

At this moment, Deng Can called Wu Bei. He looked down and stood up neither humbly nor arrogantly and said, "Okay, let's take a look while working together. In terms of specific details, Shunzi, Gao Peng, you guys and Mr. Yao, I'll go to the bathroom first!"

Taking advantage of the excuse of urination, Wu Bei quickly pulled out and flashed.

The transactions mentioned by the Yao family brothers were speechless and felt like they were useless. They were completely unable to satisfy the current progress of Hu Xiao Company.

This is also because he doesn't really look down on the profession of collecting rags.

After quickly going to the bathroom to wash his face, Wu Bei rushed to the private room where Deng Can and the others were in full spirit.

In the room full of fragrance, except for three old cannons in the world, there are also five or six senior executives of Sifang Company to accompany them. It is worth mentioning that there is a table of dishes, and no one has turned on them.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, now my brother Wu is getting more and more arranged. He must be the finale, which makes us old people only drink tea to fill our hunger."

Zhou Guaizi stood up half-jokingly and greeted him half-seriously.

"Brother Zhou, stand firm. My brother will give you one. Today, I was delayed by the point-breaking incident. It's not that I'm a miserable person. Ask Brother Deng and Brother Le to know how miserable I have been recently."

Wu Bei smiled and half-hunched, pretending to be about to bow.

"Okay, stop pretending. I know everything about you. As young people, it's all about the ups and downs. Come and have a meal!"

Zhou Guaizi limped and pulled Wu Bei to press on the main seat.

"Brother, you're not going to make me live. Some people are older than me and those who are older than me. I can't get to this position!"

Wu Bei refused without hesitation. Although he has been very prosperous recently, he has not yet been arrogant...
Chapter completed!