Super resource tycoon

"How is the taste?" After eating a few bites of the two kinds of rice, Wu Jun raised his head and asked Xu Fei who was opposite.

"Angkor... are you sure that the rice is 18 yuan a catty, not 1 yuan 8 a catty?" Xu Fei pointed at the bowl of Meng Chalong rice with chopsticks, and said with a weird expression, "I feel that you spend the money. Too bad, the taste of Meng Chalong is not a bit worse than our Fortune rice."

"Indeed, I still have the face to sell for 18 yuan a catty, fooling the common people." Wu Jun got up and directly picked up the steamed rice from the two bowls of Meng Chalong rice and walked towards the kitchen trash can.

"Hey, don't pour Angkor! What a waste! Although it tastes a little bit, it can be eaten." In Xu Fei's exclamation, Wu Jun dumped two bowls of rice into the trash can.

Wu Jun turned and walked back to the dining table and sat down, and explained with a smile: "This is called valuing the enemy tactically, defying the enemy strategically, and crushing the enemy from the aura. It Meng Chalong is just a fart in my eyes... …"

"Eating, eating, our rice is called rice." Wu Jun called out and took a bite of the dish. After tasting, he gave Xu Fei a thumbs up and praised, "Xu Fei, do you have a professional chef certificate? No wonder you don’t like to eat takeaways, your craft is much better than outside takeaways."

"Well, Angkor knows that I will be used to kick me." Xu Fei smiled shyly, picked up the chopsticks and started to eat.

After trying Meng Chalong, Wu Jun became more confident about his rice in the game. Meng Chalong is a younger brother in front of his lucky rice.

"Angkor, are we going to increase the price?" Xu Fei said while cleaning the dishes after eating, "Any dragon like the one I ate just now can be sold for 18 yuan a catty, and our Fortune Rice sells for 81 yuan. A catty of money is not expensive."

After listening to Wu Jun, he couldn't help but laugh: "You really dare to think that if we sell a bag of rice for 81 yuan a catty, our family will sell a bag of rice for 50 catties, and it will cost 4,000 yuan. Workers will be paid for a bag of rice a month."

[Resource Tycoon] To upgrade and unlock new resources, you need to sell 10,000 tons of rice. Wu Jun positioned the price at 5 yuan a catty, aiming at the big market of ordinary consumers.

Even if he sells 5 yuan a catty and sells 10,000 tons of rice, he can be among the billionaires.

If you sell for 80 yuan a catty, and 10,000 tons can be sold out, you will directly enter the Forbes rankings.

However, if it was originally priced at 20 or 30 yuan per catty, it would be difficult to sell as much as it is now. If you want to complete the task of selling 10,000 tons of rice, you may not know when.

Wu Jun said: "If you don't increase the price, you just sell it for 5 yuan. After the customers have eaten our rice, they all look for this bite. The price suddenly increases. It's too unkind. Maybe how many people call us unscrupulous. What about profiteers."

"Yes, it is estimated that no one is reluctant to spend hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy a bag of rice, and to replace it with me." Xu Fei also wanted to understand after listening to Wu Jun's explanation.

"I'll help you clean the dishes." Ending the price discussion, Wu Jun got up and walked towards the kitchen sink.

"No, no, Angkor, you go out and rest for a while, just leave these little things to me." Xu Fei said involuntarily, pushing him out of the kitchen.

Wu Jun was kicked out of the kitchen and smiled helplessly. His evaluation of his little employee was directly upgraded from five-star praise to ten-star.

At this moment, the supermarket is very leisurely. Wu Jun sat in the boss chair behind the cash register for a while. Seeing Xu Fei finished washing the bowl, he got up and gave her a seat, "Xu Fei, come and sit for a while, I'll make a call ."

"I will tidy up the shelf and see which one should be restocked." Xu Fei finished speaking and walked to the shelf.

Wu Jun: "..."

The other bosses wished that their employees kept working without rest. It would be better for her own boss to let Xu Fei rest for a while and she refused to agree.

Seeing Xu Fei full of energy, Wu Jun stopped persuading her.

Lifting his leg into the bedroom, Wu Jun retrieved the number of "Luo Xing" from the phone address book and dialed out.

"Dudu..." After understanding the situation of his opponent Meng Zhalong, at this moment, Wu Jun was confident, and felt that this order was simply caught.

"Hello, who?" The phone connected, and there was a full-blooded male voice on the other side.

"President Luo, hello, I am the distributor of Fortune Rice, Wu..."

"Beep, beep, beep..." After hearing Wu Jun's self-report, the other party decisively hung up the phone.

After dialing again, I couldn't get through and was pulled into the blacklist.

what's the situation……

Don't you even give me a chance to communicate!

At the beginning of the game, Wu Jun was full of confidence and was completely disbanded. It seems that Meng Chalong’s dealer has a very strong relationship with this Luo Xing. This is because he wants to sign a contract with Meng Chalong. Give others a chance.

After dialing the number several times, they couldn't get through. Wu Jun put away the phone, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, into the supermarket.

"What's wrong with Angkor? Where is it uncomfortable?" Xu Fei saw Wu Jun's depressed look. Before he followed up, there were two people who stopped her hand movements and asked with a look of concern.

"It's nothing." Wu Jun managed to squeeze a smile, then walked towards the cashier counter.

Sitting on the boss chair behind the cash register, all Wu Jun thought about was money, 1.25 million, just watched it slip away from him!

Jingle bell~

Suddenly, the mobile phone in Wu Jun's pocket rang.

Could it be that Luo Xing figured it out and called himself back?

Wu Jun stretched out his hand and took out the phone from his pocket at the fastest speed in history.

At the first glance at the teledisplay, "Lao Luo", his excitement calmed down instantly.

"What's wrong, Lao Luo?" Wu Jun asked weakly after answering the phone.

Luo Weimin’s voice came across: "Xiao Wu, what size dress does your mother wear?"

"Huh?" Wu Jun stunned, and smiled, "Lao Luo, you are asking about Aunt Xu's size, right? It's just like me. Aunt Xu is about the same size as my mother. Just buy the size M. "

Luo Weimin said: "Okay, I see, send me the location of your supermarket, where I will go later, let's have a meal together."

"Are you not going to work now? Night shift?" Wu Jun raised his hand and glanced at his watch. It was just 3:10 and asked in a puzzled way.

Luo Weimin said: "Hey, that class is not working anymore. When Xiulan was doing housekeeping in the community, I was the security guard. Now she is gone, I also withdrew, let’s do this first, hang up, Remember to send me the location, and I will come to you later."

Wu Jun also wanted to ask him what he was doing here and what he couldn't say on the phone. He had to take a trip. Luo Weimin didn't give him a chance, and he hung up the phone.

Wu Jun edited the information about the location of the small supermarket and sent it to Luo Weimin, and sent him a location.

The two have known each other when they first sprayed Wang Hongliang's car, and it has been almost twenty days since.

Although they are quite different in age, the two can talk very well, have worked together, and Xu Xiulan's relationship is involved, and now they have become good friends of the year.

In Luo Weimin's words, Wu Jun is the key person who bridged between him and Xu Xiulan.

If he and Xu Xiulan can hold hands successfully in the future, they will have to give Wu Jun a matchmaker red envelope.

At 4:10 in the afternoon, Luo Weimin came to the small supermarket with large bags and small bags according to Wu Junfa's positioning.

Seeing Luo Weimin again, Wu Jun almost couldn't recognize it.

Although the hair is gray and white, it is meticulously combed.

Wearing a light gray Nike sportswear and sneakers, he looked refreshed, as if he was a teenager suddenly younger.

It is difficult to connect Luo Weimin in front of him with the old man in security clothing that he had seen more than twenty days ago.

"Lao Luo...what's your situation? You won the lottery?" Wu Jun stood up to welcome him, asking in surprise.

Luo Weimin's outfit is authentic at first glance, which adds up to several thousand yuan.

Wu Jun has made a lot of money these days, and he no longer wrongs himself in dressing up. Not long ago, he just bought a few sets of clothes for going out, and he still has some vision.

"Haha, you kid, you know how to use me to get a kick." Luo Weimin smiled heartily, raised his arm, and put the big bag in his hand on the cash register.

Wu Jun said: "Come on when you come, how come you still bring so many things, it's too strange."

"These things are not for you. Bring them to Xiulan for me. Yours is still outside. Take them out with me." Luo Weimin finished speaking and turned and walked out of the supermarket.

Wu Jun followed out with a puzzled look. When he saw Luo Weimin open the trunk of a black Audi A8 in front of the door, Wu Jun was dumbfounded.

This old Luo hides too deep, he is simply the sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple!

The boss of Audi A8, you go to the community as a security guard?!

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