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I heard Wu Dali say that his father was unconscious,

Urgent to be sent to the hospital.

Wu Jun didn't think much, and directly called Wu Yifan, the person in charge of the winery's transportation department.

Let Wu Yifan take the two people and drive over to help.

The grievances between Wu Jun and Wu Dali can be traced back to the opening incident more than ten or twenty years ago.

During the recent period, the two have also had a lot of friction. The most recent one is today.

Wu Dali thought that when Wu Jun seized the opportunity this time, he would definitely take the opportunity to make things difficult for himself and make himself very embarrassed.

In order to save his father, he came to ask Wu Jun for help this time, and he went all out and made sufficient psychological preparations.

Wu Dali never expected that things would go so smoothly, and Wu Jun agreed to help before it started selling miserably.

It seems that he has saved the abdomen of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Wu Dali looked at Wu Jun’s eyes with gratitude: "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Wu, I kowtow to you! I promise you that I will change my mind and be a new person in the future, and I will never harass the management officer. Look at my performance. Right!"

Wu Jun waved his hand and said impatiently: "I don't have time to see your performance. Let's go to the hospital first. Also, I'm not helping you, I'm helping you make money. You don't have that kind of face."

"Thank you, thank you!" Wu Dali banged his head again, got up and ran out.

Uncle Wu Jing, the doorman who came in after Wu Dali, saw that Wu Jun was so generous, and he gave Wu Jun a thumbs up regardless of the premonitions, "Mr. Wu, you are definitely an example of all the villagers in Wuzhuang. , Our little Wuzhuang is proud of you!"

Wu Jun asked: "Master Jing, Wu Yifan is going out by car, can you pass by the gate?"

"Broken! The door is still closed, so I can only pass people! Mr. Wu, I went to open the door." Wu Jing said in a hurry, turning around and jogging out.

Uncle Wu Jing had just left the house when the cell phone in Wu Jun's pocket rang.

He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was a call from his aunt Dong Lizhu.

Wu Jun flicked his finger to answer the phone.

"Xiaojun, are you still there?" Dong Lizhu's voice was a little worried.

Wu Jun asked: "What's the matter, aunt, what happened?"

Dong Lizhu said in a hurry: "The 2,000 tons of rice seized by the Japanese Customs has received news from the freight forwarding company. Let us be mentally prepared."

Wu Jun frowned and asked, "What do they mean by this?"

Dong Lizhu said angrily: "The freight forwarding company said that Japan Customs seems to be delaying time deliberately. It will take a year and a half for this batch of goods to go out."

"For so long..." Wu Jun frowned even more.

Although the shelf life of rice is long, the prerequisite is proper preservation.

It’s not your own stuff. The customs will definitely not store it carefully for you. It’s pretty good if there is no wind and sun.

Even if it is not moldy and deteriorated and detained for so long, when it is time to leave the customs, this batch of rice will have become mature rice, and whether it is necessary to say both.

At that time, I spent money to bring back a pile of spoiled rice, not to mention the freight, I had to spend money to dispose of it, and it would be better to just rot at the dock.

2000 tons of Hongyun rice, according to the current price, that is more than 100 million soft sister coins!

Even if the rice didn't need money for nothing, Wu Jun didn't want to suffer such a big loss for nothing.

Wu Jun will never accept additional tariffs and will never be softened by Japan Customs.

Originally, he was thinking about spending a little more freight at most to get the rice back from Japan.

The loss of this freight cost is a lesson learned.

If you pay for a ticket to go to Japan, you can pick up the goods directly from the game, and then spend 10,000 yuan to go through the various procedures, and you can save millions of freight and tens of millions of customs duties. The loss is really nothing.

According to the current developments, the Japanese Customs is trying to force it to force itself to accept huge surcharges and teach itself a profound lesson!

This matter is getting more and more interesting. I want to pluck my hair, but the Japanese customs has made the wrong object.

"The intention of the Japanese Customs is very obvious. It is to force us to accept the current special tax." Dong Lizhu filled in indignantly. "The freight forwarding company has received the news that whoever accepts the latest tax rate can arrange customs clearance first. For goods with small profits, the manufacturer directly chose to give up."

"The 20,000 tons of cargo on the same ship, so far, seven or eight thousand tons of cargo have been directly used as sunk costs." Dong Lizhu said helplessly, "Xiaojun, what shall we do? The total price of this batch of goods is 120 million. Dowan, or we..."

Wu Jun said firmly: "Special additional tax will definitely not be accepted."

"Xiaojun, don't be arrogant." Dong Lizhu persuaded, "Although I am also very angry, but what we have to do now is to minimize the loss as much as possible. Don't lose too much because of small losses. The tariff of more than 20 million is relative to The total price of more than 120 million goods is only a fraction."

"I'll take care of this. Aunt doesn't need to worry about getting angry." Wu Jun raised his hand and glanced at the time. It was already more than ten in the morning.

Wu Jun said into the phone, "Book me a flight ticket to today's Fei Riben. I'll go there again. I have a little way out there."

"This... alright, go over there and be careful, don't force it, take a step back and let the sky go." Dong Lizhu sighed and stopped persuading.

She understood her nephew's temperament, and Wu Jun could not pull the nine cows back.

Dong Lizhu asked again: "By the way, Xiaojun, do you want to bring you an interpreter? Isn't there a ready-made one here? If you save it, go there and look for it."

Wu Jun smiled and said: "Aunty, you forgot, our family also opened a company over there, and there are ready-made ones over there."

"Look at my mind, I'm confused." Dong Lizhu thought of the coffin factory that Wu Jun had built over there, and she couldn't help but shook her head and smiled, "That's it, let's do this first, I'll let Chen Lin book the ticket for you and hang it up first."

"Okay, that's it, I will go directly to the Capital Airport." Wu Jun hung up the phone, got up and walked out of the office.

After leaving the winery, Wu Jun first went home and reported the itinerary with his mother. Comrade Ma Dongmei was nagging for a while.

"I went back within two days after I came back. You should be flying by plane! No money for air tickets."

"The weather is cold, bring two more clothes, drink plenty of hot water, and bring you the Banlangen at home."

"If you are unfamiliar with the place, keep your temper a little bit, don't make conflicts with others."

"Xiaori is a ghost, so be careful when dealing with people and don't be sold."

"..."

"Do you remember what mom said? Recite it to mom."

Wu Jun carried the big and small bags his mother had packed up, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't worry, mother, it's not the past wars, I will be back in a few days."

Say goodbye to my mother and go out.

Wu Jun called again to talk to his father Wu Guangqiang.

Dad has only one sentence, "Good trip."

At 10:30 in the morning, Wu Jun set off from Xiao Wuzhuang.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Wu Jun had arrived at the Capital Airport.

The Centurion Black Gold Card has a dedicated VIP lounge.

Rested for more than two hours in the lounge to relieve the fatigue of the journey.

At 6:30 in the afternoon, Wu Jun boarded the flight to Dongjin.