"I'll tell you, Xiao Fang, if you don't say anything else, just the speed of various raw materials coming in, which shocked me. Think about it, just how many cars of raw materials have to be put into every day, so how many clothes are needed to be made?

Alas, unfortunately, we are only responsible for the raw materials now, and the finished products we go out are very small."

"Oh, why don't you all come next?"

Song Qian shook his head, "I want to go ahead, but others are also doing it. I am not the only one in the world who has a car, can't others buy it?"

Xiao Fang shook his head and said speechlessly: "You can't control others buying a car, but you can try to make others unable to pull goods."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that as long as we make that convoy not appear in the place that should appear on time, after a few times, he will probably not be selected by Furcos again?"

"You mean to mess with others?"

Xiao Fang rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly: "Why do we need to mess with people? We not only don't mess with people, but also treat them politely."

Song Qian scratched his head, and the Wenya, who was originally pretending to be Ali, disappeared completely. He asked in a hurry: "Xiao Fang, don't be confused with your uncle, just tell me, what should we do?"

Xiao Fang then whispered a way.

Song Qian hadn't reacted at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he patted his thigh and gave Xiao Fang a thumbs up, "It turns out that you are still smart, and your uncle just can't match your head."

"It's nothing, but when doing it, you must find someone else and don't let those people get involved with us. Otherwise, if Zhao Peng finds out the truth, then we will not be worth the money."

"Haha, don't worry about this. Your uncle can't use his brain, but he has absolutely no choice but to do things. I guarantee that he can do this beautifully.

However, my uncle still couldn't fully understand why we had to squeeze out all the fleets. We now have the most share and we can't make enough money. Let's make money together."

Xiao Fang smiled faintly and said, "Uncle, I have repeatedly told you that the most basic method of doing business is to occupy enough markets.

Think about it, now we are divided into a cake with others, and it seems that we can eat enough with others. But the problem is that this is based on the long-term existence of the cake and others will not take the initiative to take more cakes.

If we are, if others think it is not enough to make money by just shipping and exporting goods, they will take the lead in dividing our purchase channels..."

"He dares!"

"That's not what it said, uncle." Xiao Fang's expression became a little serious: "Doing business is not a simple thing as fighting and killing. It is really a battlefield in the shopping mall, but there is no smoke of gunpowder. To defeat a business competitor, you can only use business means and rely on force, and you will never make a small fuss and will not become a big climate.

Moreover, in this era, it is no longer the time to solve problems by relying on force. If you don’t restrain yourself, problems will arise sooner or later. Think about it, no matter how much money you make, people are locked up in it, what is the meaning of making money?"

Although Xiao Fang is young, he has always been Song Qian's counselor.

People outside think that Song Qian can make things easy because he is too smart. In fact, all the big decisions Song Qian made were suggested or decisions by Xiao Fang, and Song Qian was more like an executor.

He heard Xiao Fang say this and thinks that the situation seems to be getting worse and worse recently, so although he feels uncomfortable, he nodded and said, "My uncle has been unable to change for most of his life. You should remind me frequently so that I will not suppress my temper and cause a disaster."

"My uncle," Xiao Fang smiled, "We continued to say that if we don't occupy this market, others will occupy it, which is inevitable. If any industry continues to be developed, it can only embark on the road of swallowing and excluding other industries.

We are just... taking this step ahead."

Xiao Fang saw Song Qian in confusion when he heard this, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "There is a more important point, that is, if we occupy the entire market, we will have more say. At that time, we have the lifeblood of Fercos transportation, and we can discuss transportation prices with them, and even communicate more and communicate.

If we want to do it, if we are just one of the transportation teams, then if we are a little dissatisfied, we don’t need us…”

Xiao Fang has this ability and can often put a complicated matter in a simple way.

Song Qian can understand it.

"I understand now. Xiao Fang, what you mean is that if we can become Fercos' only transportation convoy, it is equivalent to mastering the lifeblood of their incoming and outgoing logistics. At that time, many things will be unwilling to listen to our opinions, right?"

"That's exactly what it means."

"Then this is not easy to deal with. I'll arrange for someone to break the leg of the family and see if they don't continue to compete with us."

"I just talked about feelings for a long time, was it just in vain?" Xiao Fang smiled helplessly, "If we want to solve this problem, we not only do not need to fight and kill, but we have to invite them to dinner."

"Have a meal?"

"Yes, it's just a meal..."

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Tian Cheng finally couldn't hold on.

He ran to the temple to burn incense, wanting the old nun to calculate for him, what happened to him recently.

There was always a woman in green clothes in front of him, and depending on the situation, it seemed that no one could see it, which directly affected his sleep at night and nightmares.

There is an Xianshan Mountain in the east of Huangqiao Town more than 30 kilometers east of Huangqiao Town.

It is said to be a fairy mountain, but it is actually just a valley bottom.

Donglin Xianshan is the place where superstitions are placed in several nearby villages. It is neither Buddha nor Taoism, but it is a magical place for the mixture of Taoism and Buddhism, and even brings several Confucian saints.

Those who want children will go to burn paper for Guanyin, and by the way, they will secretly steal one of the little cloth people in front of Guanyin while the temple is not paying attention.

In the case of Zhao Peng's family, Zhang Yani has a special trust in this Guanyin giving birth to a child.

It was said that before Zhao Peng's sister Zhao Fang became pregnant, Zhang Yani went to the temple to steal the doll. She took it out and found that it was a little girl with thin arms and legs. As a result, Zhao Fang was born only three or four pounds, and it was not as big as a palm.

Before he was pregnant with Zhao Peng, he stole a chubby boy, and Zhao Peng was left with a weight of more than seven pounds.

Donglin Xianshan is famous for a radius of hundreds of miles. Every year, people from neighboring counties or even cities often drive from all over the country to burn paper.

Especially the fragrance of the head, I am even more eager to do it.

As a superstitious expert, Tian Cheng naturally knew this famous immortal resort as soon as he came to Qingcheng, and had visited this place long ago.

This time I encountered something unclean, so I naturally thought of this first thing.

There is an old nun in her eighties in her twenties in Xianshan who is in good spirits. If he didn't know, he would suddenly think that he was only a fifty or sixty years old.

Every morning, she would go to the bottom of the ditch to get water, and then climb a few kilometers of road.

Even if many young people cannot walk up from the bottom of the ditch in one breath, those who are sincere to the fairy mountain regard the old nun as a living god and are proud to be able to say a few words to her.

Tian Cheng spent 2,000 yuan and stood in line for a long time before finally sitting in front of the old nun.

The old nun sat on the futon, not knocking on wooden fish or chanting scriptures, but embroidering, which looked like it should be an insole or the upper of the embroidered shoe.

Behind her is the Buddha's golden body, and on both sides are the eighteen Arhats of different shapes. Countless candles are lit on the shore and on both sides, and the candlelight is shining, making the entire Buddha Hall look particularly holy and solemn.

"Master, I've been very confused recently. I hope the master can help you solve the problem."

The old nun stopped the embroidered cloth in her hand, raised her turbid eyes, looked at Tian Cheng, and sighed, "You need to say nothing, I already know your affairs."

Tian Cheng was stunned and said in surprise: "How does the master know?"

"Pinnie only glances at the donor and sees the deep evil fate on you, so why bother asking more questions?"

"What kind of evil fate?"

"Have the donor always see some strange things recently?" The old nun stared at Tian Cheng's eyes with bright eyes, "Tell Pomni honestly, don't lie."

Tian Cheng was shocked, it was so obvious.

It's so magical.

Before coming here, he thought about telling his thoughts to the masters here, and it would be resolved. Unexpectedly, this famous old nun was really a god.

He could see the story of the woman in green, and he had never told anyone else.

The secret of his heart belongs to him.

This master met him by chance, and he had no chance to know about these things.

unless……

Unless she is really amazing, or she is really unlucky.

"I don't know what the master said is..."

He tentatively tentatively.

Old Ni smiled meaningfully: "You were originally a one-stop from the south. The most suitable condition for survival is naturally a watery place. However, Qingcheng is a place that is always dry, so how can you have the opportunity to play with this dragon? I think you are now in the shallows and can only wait to die."

Tian Cheng became more and more shocked when he heard this.

He has begun to think about the nun's words.

He is indeed from the south, and Lao Ni means that the north is not conducive to his development, and if there is no change, nothing may be achieved.

"Master, how do you know I am from the South?"

Tian Cheng felt that he had traveled around the world and had a very complicated accent, and it was difficult to directly hear the shadow of the southern accent.

"You said that people in the world use their eyes and ears to see the sounds, and Pomni is attentive. The donor has the energy of the Southern Jiangsu and Zhejiang generation, and Pomni can see it at a glance."

"It's so amazing?"

The nun looked out the window meaningfully, and there were many people standing in line to see her, meaning, if she was not effective, how could so many people flock to her?

"What else did you see from me, Master?"

Tian Cheng has been subdued by the nun's unpredictable temperament, and his original half-believing and half-doubting are now basically maintaining a little doubt.

"There is a yin energy on my eyebrows that shows that the trouble you have encountered recently has something to do with a woman..." The nun suddenly looked behind Tian Cheng, with a look of sudden enlightenment in his eyes, and he nodded continuously: "So that's it, so that's it."

"Is that true?" Tian Cheng asked hurriedly.

But the nun shook his head and sighed: "A grievance, grievance."

"Master, you should just tell me clearly. Don't scare me like this. If I do something wrong, I will definitely want to send a try to make up for it."
To be continued...