Me, tens of billions of land to farm

Chapter 8 I Need a Big Truck
But Su Ming checked the map.

Sky China Bank is 3 km away.

The distance is a bit far.

Su Ming stood up straight and counted them one by one.

No more, no less, exactly fifty.

Each bamboo shoot is eight catties, a total of 400 catties.

If they were transported to Tianhua Bank one by one, I would be exhausted.

Su Ming stood on the spot and pondered for a while, it seemed that he had to buy a car.

Although I do farm work, it is more suitable to buy a tractor, but this is the city center anyway, and the tractor can't get on the road.

I will definitely plant a lot of crops in the field in the future.

The boss is very enthusiastic.

It was a middle-aged man, slightly obese, wearing a chef's outfit, with a slightly proud expression: "Little brother, what's in your car?"

"Bamboo shoots."

This boss is in this business. Although he doesn't sell cars, he should know one or two people who sell cars, right?
Just give him some money and ask him to send the car over, isn't it all right?
Just do it!

After working as an errand driver for a while, he actually earned 1 yuan?
A local tyrant is a local tyrant.

"Little brother, is this car okay?"

Maybe something shocking can be planted.

The middle-aged man is the back kitchen of a big company, responsible for purchasing, and those vegetable sellers fawn on him, so when he sees the vegetable sellers, the middle-aged man can't help but feel a little proud.

The boss readily agreed.

As a result, as soon as he left the company's door, he saw a truck parked on the side of the road.

But where to buy it?
correct!

"Not much, 20."

"Not bad, hard work, how much?"

Just after placing 50 bamboo shoots neatly on the edge of the farm, a truck stopped at the door.

While I was doing this, I heard someone knocking on the car door.

"Bamboo shoots?"

Su Ming froze for a moment, then said.

The boss knew that Su Ming must have other things to do, so he didn't bother, just turned around and took a taxi away.

The shot is also too generous.

Su Ming rolled down the car door and took a look.

The boss' eyes lit up.

Then throw the golden bamboo shoots up one by one.

Su Ming went out to take a look, and the boss got off the driver's seat.

Su Ming got into the car, put the reverse gear on, and reversed the car into his own farm.

"There is no requirement, as long as you can pull the goods."

Su Ming suddenly thought of one person, the boss who sold seeds and fertilizers yesterday.

"okay!"

"No problem, no problem, leave it to me."

"Hey! Brother, what do you need? Don't worry, brother, I have everything. Even if I don't have anything, I will find a way to get it for you. You just need to leave a word, and I will send it to you right away."

The boss put the car keys in Su Ming's hand and asked with a smile.

Early this morning, he was preparing to go out to buy some bamboo shoots.

"Boss, I need a truck."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and his face brightened: "This is really a coincidence, our unit's cafeteria happens to be short of bamboo shoots, little brother, how do you sell these bamboo shoots?"

It was a small white van with an approved load of four tons, which was enough.

"Thank you little brother, I won't bother you anymore."

Very casual kind.

"Ouch!"

After hanging up the phone, Su Ming went to the thatched house and pushed a small cart out of it.

The boss patted his chest and said, "Do you have any requirements for the configuration of the car?"

Without further ado, Su Ming called the boss.

I dare to feel that my worth is quite high.

Throw fifty golden bamboo shoots into the car, close the back door,
Let’s work together and let’s go!
After driving the car to the gate of the farm, Su Ming took out his mobile phone to set the location.

Su Ming said.

Su Ming nodded and transferred 21 yuan to the boss: "The extra 1 yuan is your hard-earned money."

There is no way not to be enthusiastic, who made Su Ming a tyrant who can farm in the city center?

It must be transported by truck.

Put these golden shoots one by one on the cart and push them to the edge of the farm.

Middle-aged men often go out to buy vegetables. They know that this kind of truck with refrigeration function and a local license plate is likely to sell fresh vegetables.

If there are bamboo shoots in the car, I can buy them on the spot, so as not to run away.

Sure enough, this question really exists.

The man is a little happy, his luck is really good.

(End of this chapter)