House Management Chapter 821: Fake

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The thunder-split trees have been moved down, including jujube, peach, and golden nanmu.

Seeing this, Qiao Kun was even more excited. Seeing his father so excited, Qiao Wanzhi became more and more proud. He glanced at Uncle Du, as if saying, this time we two made a great contribution.

After a while, there was a respectful shout at the gate of the courtyard, "Boss." "Boss."...

Hearing the shout, Qiao Kun immediately took his son to greet him.

I saw more than twenty people coming out of the manor. Walking in the forefront was an old man in his seventies. The old man was full of spirits, his eyes were sharp, and he looked old and hard.

"Father." "Grandpa." "Boss."...

Qiao Kun, Qiao Wanzhi, Uncle Du and others said hello together.

The old man nodded slightly, and said kindly: "Wanzhi, you did a really good job this time. You brought back twelve thunder-splitting logs. These two years have been so popular that thunder-splitting logs have been very difficult to purchase. , You alone, have surpassed the sum of other forest farms. You did a beautiful job."

"Thank you Grandpa for the compliment." Qiao Wanzhi said excitedly.

The people who followed the old man were all his grandchildren, some were Qiao Kun's brothers, and some were Qiao Wanzhi's cousins.

At this moment, the faces of these people are jealous.

"Father, it's incredible to be able to buy so many thunder-splitting woods at once, and I don't know if there is any overfilling..." Suddenly, a fifty-year-old elder next to the old man said.

This person is Qiao Kun's second brother Qiao Jun.

"Second brother, how could Wanzhi make up the count too often." Qiao Kun was immediately anxious.

"The third child, I am not saying that Wan Zhi will be shoddy, but young people, it is inevitable that there will be times when they lose their eyes." Qiao Jun said lightly.

Seeing what the second uncle said, Qiao Wanzhi hated in his heart that the larger the family, the more so. For the sake of family property and status in the family, everything can be done.

Qiao Wanzhi immediately smiled and said: "Second Uncle, although I am young, I can still have a confident vision. Besides, I am not going to purchase alone, and Uncle Du. Could it be that we both missed." /

"Okay, okay...Don't talk about it, after I went to see it, I know if I have gone wrong...I believe that Wanzhi's vision is not wrong ..." The old man smiled and rounded up.

Qiao Wanzhi was in front of the old man, like a good boy, when he saw his grandfather coming over, he hurried up to hold his arm, and accompanied him to see the thunder-split wood he bought.

Qiao Kun has just watched it again, just because he was worried that his son had bought the wrong one. When it was confirmed that it was all lightning strikes, there was no problem, so he was relieved.

He smiled and walked to the side of his second brother Qiao Jun, his face full of triumph. Seeing him so proud, Qiao Jun couldn't help playing drums in his heart. Could it be that Qiao Wanzhi really brought back twelve thunder-splitting trees that were like fake replacements this time.

When I came to the big truck, the thunder split wood was neatly swinging. What kind of vision the old man can determine the authenticity at a glance. After seeing all the twelve trees, he nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Wanzhi has done a good job, and none of them has gone away. It’s a young man. I think that in the future, the timber market in the south will be purchased, produced and sold. , It's all handed over to Sanfang."

"Thank you father." "Thank you grandpa."

When the old man said this, Qiao Kun and Qiao Wanzhi said excitedly.

Qiao Jun was immediately anxious when his father said so. The markets in the north are all big houses; in the markets in the south, the second and third houses are half each, and now they are all given to the third house. What should I do with the second house?

Qiao Jun hurriedly said: "Father... the southern market gave Sanfang, then I...what do..."

"The western part is planting trees and afforestation. I think the prospects are good. You will be in charge of the western part." The old man said directly.

"I... yes, father..." Qiao Jun almost didn't vomit blood.

Except for Sichuan Province in the west, tree felling is the most serious. Now they are planting new trees, and they are responsible for the work over there, which can only be described as bleak.

Qiao Jun's two sons almost didn't kneel after hearing this.

But everyone in the Qiao family knows that the old man values ​​the purchase of Leibimu most. The production, processing, and sales of other wood materials are normally available in quantity, which is more profitable than thunder-splitting wood. But Lao Tzu always uses the purchase of thunder-split wood as a measure of ability.

The most puzzling thing is that they don’t even know where the thunder-split wood flows every year. The ones sold seem to be far less than the ones bought. And where the extra thunder-split wood went, no one knew except the old man.

At this time, an old jeep suddenly drove over.

Everyone knows that the owner of this car is Mr. Zheng, a good friend of the old man, and he can enter and leave the forest farm freely.

The jeep quickly stopped on their side, and then, a Pentecostal elder wearing a black tunic suit came out of the car, it was Mr. Zheng.

"Old Zheng, why did you come so early?" When he saw Mr. Zheng, the old man greeted him first.

Other people hurriedly said hello, "Uncle Zheng." "Grandpa Zheng."...

Mr. Zheng smiled and nodded, and said: "I heard that twelve thunder-splitting trees were pulled back from Zhenhai City this time. It was really shocking. So when I heard the movement, I rushed over."

"You are too fast. The thunder split trees are all here, and they are all the credit of the third room. What do you think? There are four jujube trees among them!" The old man said with a smile.

Getting his praise again, both Qiao Kun and Qiao Wanzhi's faces showed pride once.

"Four jujube trees!" Mr. Zheng's eyes lit up, full of surprises, he couldn't help but praised, "It's really good, it's really good..."

While he praised him, he walked over to Lei Pimu, with the old man by his side.

When Lei Pimu approached, Mr. Zheng was taken aback, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

He immediately stretched out his hand to touch the thunder-split Zaomu in front of him, his face sinking.

Immediately afterwards, one after another thunder-splitting trees was touched, and when the twelve thunder-splitting trees were finished, his face was already very ugly.

His face, everyone in the Qiao family can see clearly, the old man said puzzledly: "Old Zheng, what's wrong?"

"Brother Qiao...Only one of the thunder-split trees here is real, why are the others fake?" Mr. Zheng said with an ugly expression.

"What? Fake!" Father Joe was taken aback.

The people of the Qiao family are the same. With their eyes, how can they not be able to tell the authenticity of Thunder Split Wood.

But what Mr. Zheng said really made Qiao Jun's heart happy.

Qiao Wanzhi’s psychological fluctuation is the biggest, he said quickly: "Grandpa Zheng, it's impossible, right? How could these thunder-splitting woods be fake...If they are fakes, it is absolutely impossible to escape my eyes!" /

His tone is full of confidence, and it is even more impossible to accept what the other party said.

Twelve thunder-split trees, except for one of my own peach trees, all the others were collected. How much did it cost!