"Can you really make 100,000 yuan a year?"

Hearing this number, Grandpa Sun's tone became serious.

You know, Wang Jianshe only promised to give him a 20,000 yuan red envelope after the deal was done.

Workers these days work hard and only make 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a year.

100,000 yuan?

Wow, that's not less than 8,000 or 9,000 yuan a month. White-collar workers in air-conditioned offices in the city only make this much.

Chu Yang didn't know what Grandpa Sun was thinking, otherwise he would definitely tell him that he really overestimated those white-collar workers.

Don't look at those urban white-collar workers, men in suits and women in skirts and high heels, a social elite style, but except for those bald programmers, there are really few who can earn more than migrant workers.

"Of course, Grandpa, when have I ever broken my promise?" He asked with a smile.

"That's true."

Grandpa Sun smiled awkwardly and explained, "Grandpa doesn't believe you, but I just don't dare to think about it. Those tea leaves were too troublesome to stir-fry and drink in previous years. How can they be worth so much money?"

Chu Yang smiled and said, "In our hands, they are tea leaves, but in the hands of tea merchants, they are Biluochun, Tieguanyin, and Maojian. They are sealed in small plastic bags, put in small iron boxes and porcelain jars, and then affixed with small labels. 3 yuan per catty becomes 300 per box, and it is still 2 taels. Those rich people are flocking to it."

"This money is really earned unscrupulously!" Grandpa Sun sighed.

"That can't be said. For that small label, they have also advertised a lot and used connections. Those are hidden costs." Chu Yang comforted.

"In a word, snakes have their own ways, rats have their own ways, we just need to earn the money we deserve."

Grandpa Sun paused for a while and said, "Ayang, you are the best in the village in making money, so it's right to listen to you."

Obviously, he has figured it out. It will be difficult for someone to bribe him with red envelopes in the future.

After all, land is the foundation. As long as the tea mountain is there, there will be a lot of income every year. Why take the risk of accepting red envelopes?

Even the lions and tigers in the zoo understand the principle of eating one meal and one meal. As primates, how can humans not understand it?

"Then I will clean up the tea mountain when I go back." Sun Qingjun said.

There is no easy job related to agriculture, and the same is true for managing tea mountains.

Soil management, fertilization, pruning, weeding, irrigation and drainage, pest and disease control, these are all issues that need to be considered.

If there is a problem in any link, a year may be wasted.

In the past, it was okay to make a little for yourself, but large-scale planting will definitely take a lot of thought.

"I can't help you in this regard, but I suggest that you should hire someone, Uncle Jun." Chu Yang said.

Sun Qingjun nodded. He felt that he was a little too busy now.

It's not that he's lazy, but that he doesn't have enough time.

Recently, his daily schedule is to get up at 3 o'clock in the morning, work at the purchasing station until 8 or 9 o'clock, and sometimes he has to go to the city with the boat.

After lunch, he has to feed the pigs and chickens, and go up the mountain and down the field in the afternoon to take care of the vegetable garden.

In the evening, sometimes he has to go to the beach and join the fishermen to catch the sea.

Chu Yang's new boat will be launched soon, and it will take 70 or 80 days to go out. These things can't be done in the first place, and he can only rely on Aunt Sun and the elderly at home to do as much as they can.

Now with the tea mountain, it won't be enough even if he marries another wife.

"My wife has a younger brother. Let him come and learn how to manage the tea plantation." He thought for a moment and replied.

"You arrange it yourself." Chu Yang said.

Chu Yang would never interfere with matters involving other people's family affairs.

"By the way, Ayang, should we add more people to our purchasing station?" Sun Qingjun reminded.

"Of course, I will notify you after Lin Ziwei's company organizational structure plan is made."

Now the company is getting bigger and bigger, and there are only a few people under us. It is definitely not enough. We have to continue recruiting people!

But we can't do it like before, just recruit whoever we want to recruit. We have to have a long-term plan.

...

Back on the island, it was dinner time.

The smoke from cooking was curling above the fishing village, and the air was filled with the fragrance of firewood rice.

On the stools and doorstones in front of and behind the courtyard, villagers gathered in groups of three or two, holding bowls and chatting.

Seeing Chu Yang coming over, the villagers started to ask:

"Ayang, we have some glutinous rice at home, come and have some?"

"Uncle, your brother got some crayfish from the pond, come in and have a drink?"

"No, no, next time, definitely next time."

Chu Yang had eaten a lot at noon, and had a belly full of fruit while playing mahjong, so he was not hungry at all and refused directly.

Back in the yard, he pushed open the door and a white figure came running.

"Woof woof woof~"Potato rushed to Chu Yang's feet, its tail, which had grown some hair, swayed like an electric fan, and it stuck out its tongue and raised its head, staring at Chu Yang with its black eyes that looked like it had been punched twice, and kept shouting.

"I know, I know, it's a starving ghost reincarnated."

Chu Yang laughed and scolded.

This dog has a good appetite now. It has developed the bad habit of eating three meals a day like humans when it was fostered in the purchasing station. It can't miss a meal.

Chu Yang went to the city at noon and didn't feed it. As soon as he came back, it asked for more.

He opened the refrigerator, scooped a large spoonful of pork leg jelly from the washbasin, and poured it into Potato's dog food bowl. The latter immediately buried his head and spun vigorously.

Chu Yang scolded again, "starving ghost reincarnated", and then touched his stomach.

Damn, I didn't feel anything just now, but now I see it eating so deliciously, I'm actually a little hungry.

"Damn, I've been infected by you."

Chu Yang went to the vegetable garden and picked a cucumber, broke it into two pieces and nibbled it slowly from the middle.

Seeing that Potato's mouth was full of oil after eating meat, and then looking at the cucumber in his hand, he was so angry that he took one end of the dog food bowl and broke off a piece of cucumber and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eating meat alone is not digestible, eat some vegetables to relieve the greasiness."

"Woof woof woof~"

The man and the dog were playing happily, and suddenly the door of the yard was pushed open.

A beautiful figure walked in from outside the door.

"Ah, boss, what a cute dog!"

Chu Yang:...

"Can you pause when you speak?"

Lin Ziwei also realized the ambiguity in her words and stuck out her tongue.

"Oh~"

With outsiders around, Chu Yang naturally couldn't continue to force Potato to eat cucumbers, so he let it go.

Potato wailed, swung his short legs and ran away, slipped behind the butt of the suddenly upright hairless two-legged ape, and looked up at the stars.

"Hey, this dog thing."

Chu Yang couldn't help laughing and scolding, could it be that some book friend was reborn?

What is this called, licking the dog to the end and getting everything?

Lin Ziwei squatted down with her skirt covered, gently stroked the dog's head, and let it lick the palm of her hand with its tongue "click click click".

"Pigeon, it's itchy!"

"Don't touch it, you didn't come here just to stroke my dog, did you?"

After she played for a while, Chu Yang spoke.

Lin Ziwei then held Potato in her arms, stood up, and took out a few folded papers from the pocket on the side of her skirt.

"Here, boss, the company's organizational structure and rules and regulations you asked for are ready for you."