Super resource tycoon

Wu Jun has never counted how many times Wu Jun has been to this small shop in Dalai Village since he was a child.

This is the first time I have heard the word "Welcome" from Wu Sangui.

Wu Jun smiled and said jokingly: "Uncle Sangui, the current level of service has improved."

Wu Sangui said with a smile, "That is, that is, keep pace with the times!"

Some villagers who bought things in the store joked: "Wu Laizi, why didn't you welcome me when I came in just now!"

Someone echoed: "Yes, I didn't welcome me, do you welcome Mr. Wu here?"

"As long as you talk a lot..." Wu Sangui usually likes to joke with people, but he doesn't take it to heart. He reprimands with a smile on his face.

The villagers who bought things in the store made a few innocuous jokes and greeted Wu Jun. After Wu Jun responded one by one, they chose what they wanted to buy.

I saw a piece of pork on the chopping board, and the price was 32 yuan a catty.

Wu Jun was slightly surprised.

A few days ago, I heard Wu Laogen say that because of the price increase of pork, Wu Sangui’s canteen has not purchased pork for more than a month.

Wu Jun turned around and said to Wu Sangui: "Uncle Sangui, there is still meat today, so call me all this."

"Good Le, I'll give you a credit."

Wu Sangui stepped forward with a crutches. After weighing, he said: "3 catties 2 taels, 102 yuan 4 mao, 102 yuan for you."

"Don't, just buy other things. Put the meat first." Wu Jun said hello and continued to buy other things.

Wu Sangui's commissary is not large in scale, it is a small business, and it doesn't make much money in one day.

The villagers in Xiaowuzhuang have a tacit understanding of not mentioning things like buying things at his house and going to odds. They don't take advantage of this.

The villagers took care of Wu Sangui's business, and Wu Sangui also understood in his heart that the supermarkets have been opened for so many years, and the goods are genuine at a reasonable price.

Moreover, for so many years, Xiao Wuzhuang has always had only Wu Sangui, a small shop, and there is no second competitor, so he doesn't want to compete with him for food.

Although Xiaowuzhuang is a poor mountain village, its folk customs are simple and honest, and you can feel the strong taste of "old folks".

This is also one of the reasons why Wu Jun first thought of helping villagers in Xiaowuzhuang after he developed.

Wu Sangui chatted and said, "Mr. Wu came early today. If he comes a little later, the meat will be sold out."

"Is pork so popular?" Wu Jun asked in confusion.

"Isn't it all because of Mr. Wu's light?"

Wu Sangui smiled and said: "Now the villagers in Wuzhuang, our small villagers, divide the money and get employment. They have more hopes of life than before, and they are more generous when they come to buy things. My small shop has also followed Mr. Wu. Light."

It turned out to be like this...

After listening to Wu Sangui’s explanation, Wu Jun smiled and said, “I can’t say that I was stigmatized. Everyone deserves the money. Speaking of work, everyone came to help me. I have to thank you. Everyone."

Wu Sangui said, "Mr. Wu is too modest. The big guys all miss you, but I'm not alone."

Chat with Wu Sangui for a while.

Wu Jun bought a lot of things in the commissary, spent more than 1,000 yuan, walked out of the commissary with a few big bags, and walked towards Wu Laogen's house.

After Wu Sangui limped and sent Wu Jun out, he looked at Wu Jun's back and said nothing, and felt grateful.

When Wu Jun was shopping for items just now, he saw that there were a lot of gray tea tins on the shelf, all of which were put into his shopping bag without making a sound.

The price of these teas is not cheap, a can of more than 80 yuan, which was paid to him by a friend who had borrowed Wu Sangui's money before.

Such expensive tea cannot be sold in impoverished mountain villages like Xiaowuzhuang.

Drink it, Wu Sangui reluctantly.

The tea has been unsold in the commissary for several years, although this thing will not go bad, it is probably not the original taste after being left for so long.

Wu Sangui knew in his heart that Wu Jun would probably end up throwing the trash can when he bought it back. He stopped buying at first.

Wu Jun said that he bought it back to make tea eggs and insisted on paying the bill.

It also cost 800 yuan to buy tea. This 800 yuan is nothing to Wu Jun and it is not enough to eat a meal.

But for Wu Sangui, this 800 yuan is enough for him to live for several months.

"Good boy, you will see you as different from the other kids, and you will live forever." Wu Sangui muttered and turned to enter the door.

Xiao Wuzhuang village is not big, Wu Jun walked to Wu Laogen's door within 5 minutes.

When Han Meimei saw Wu Jun, she smiled and said: "Xiaojun, you just need to bring your mouth open. Why are you still buying so many things!"

Wu Jun smiled and said, "I am embarrassed to come to my aunt's house to eat and drink."

"What are you talking about," Han Meimei said with a grin. "Now you Xiaojun is the sweetmeat of our Xiaowuzhuang village. If you go to the loudspeaker and yell it, you will say that you are hungry. I'll take it home for you."

"Am I so charming?" Han Meimei's exaggerated statement made Wu Jun amused.

"Yes, there must be. The big girls and little wives in the village are thinking about you coming home." Han Meimei said more and more exaggerated.

Wu Jun: "..."

"It's Xiaojun here." Wu Laogen said hello to Wu Jun with a smile on his face when he heard the movement in the courtyard coming out of the house.

Wu Jun was accustomed to Cengfan, and said straightforwardly: "Uncle Village Chief, I haven't opened fire for a long time, so I've come to your house to Cengfan again."

Wu Laogen said with a smirk: "Xiaojun, you have said nothing. It's convenient to come to my house anytime. If you don't dislike my house, come to my house for dinner, it is to give me face."

Wu Laogen saw where his mother-in-law was still looking at Wu Jun with a smirk, and scolded her face, "Don't stand stupid, you old lady, hurry up and cook. I haven't seen any distinguished guests."

"You die old man, you can't talk hard!" Han Meimei gave Wu Laogen a blank look, then turned to Wu Jun and said, "Xiaojun, go and drink water with the old man, I'll cook for you."

"Auntie, you take this, you buy it all, don't let me carry it back." Wu Jun handed one of the bags to Han Meimei, which contained some food and drink, and a large piece of pork.

"The aunt won't be polite to you." Han Meimei took over very happily. She knew Wu Jun was not talking politely, he didn't care about the money.

"And this," Wu Jun gave to Han Meimei the tea he bought at the Wu Sangui canteen.

"This is... tea?" Han Meimei looked at the tea can in the bag, feeling familiar for a while, and said in surprise, "Xiaojun, didn't you buy this tea from Wu Laizi? Why is Wu Laizi so wicked now? This tea has not been sold for several years, and it will be sold for you now. Isn't this cheating you!"

"No, I'll talk to him, Wu Cripple, to make sense!"

Han Meimei finished speaking, carrying the bag and groaning to go out.

Wu Laogen also frowned, a little angry about Wu Jun being scammed.

Although Wu Jun does not lack this little money, he can't be taken advantage of, especially in Xiaowuzhuang, let alone this kind of thing.

Wu Jun smiled helplessly, and stretched out her hand to hold Han Meimei to explain: "Auntie, auntie, don't get excited, I want to buy it myself. Uncle Sangui stopped buying at first."

Wu Jun recounted the manager who bought the tea.

Hearing his explanation, Han Meimei and Wu Laogen were relieved.