Zuo Yang and Yu Maomao drove straight to the ditch to load the goods.

The reason why Zhao Hongxia didn’t ask someone to pick the fruit was Zuo Yang’s selfishness.

After all, this is a matter of making money. He can pay everyone the money he saves, and there is no need to give it to others for free.

But the speed is too slow.

By noon, Zuo Yang had only three trips, and even one-fifth of the big box truck was not loaded.

Zhao Hongxia suggested: "Brother Zuo, this speed is not good, why don't you call more people?"

Zuo Yang also knew that he had to add people, otherwise he would not be able to pretend at this speed until dark.

Back in the ditch, Zuo Yang was still laughing foolishly.

"Go and find someone to pick them, and I will pay them one hundred yuan in an afternoon!"

Yu Maomao took the order and left.

He held his head up and walked with a turtle step, feeling that he had improved several levels at once.

Before I walked far, I met a villager, Wang Tuzi.

Seeing Yu Maomao walking strangely, Wang Tuzi asked strangely.

"Screaming donkey, what's wrong with you?

Do you have to ask the female donkey to kick the guy?"

"You cowardly, you let the donkey kick it!"

Yu Maomao snorted coldly and took out a cigarette from his body, "Come on, smoke a flower!"

"Oh, screaming donkey, it's really Huazi! You... are you rich?"

"I am a foreman now and am recruiting workers for Zuoyang. One hundred yuan in the afternoon, and it is now settled!"

"Damn it! One hundred yuan?

!Really or not?"

"Fake a hammer! You'll know when you go. There are too many people in a while, and I won't even have a bird at a glance!"

"Okay, okay, then I'll go now!"
Chapter completed!