Chen Xiaobei said angrily, "You old bastard, who have I deceived?"
"You've deceived the villagers!" Li Xinghe sneered. "These watermelons could sell for at least a few thousand yuan each. But you? You want to lease the land from the villagers for a mere two thousand yuan per mu. How is that not cheating them?"
"Damn it! Good thing Elder Li reminded us, or Chen Xiaobei might have really screwed us over!"
"Exactly! These watermelons are so delicious. Two thousand per mu is way too little, isn't it?"
"Right, right, right! We absolutely cannot agree to lease it to him so cheaply!"
Incited by an insider, the villagers were immediately disgruntled.
"The hell—" Chen Xiaobei was startled. He hadn't actually considered this problem, and Li Xinghe had seized on the crucial point.
Li Xinghe continued, "Moreover, you keep talking about building a factory. Do you have the money? Do you have investors? Young man, not everything can be solved with just words; it all comes down to money!"
