The car drove to Heijin Town, and Si Chen and the others jumped out of the car one after another.

Si Xueqin took him straight to the foundation office:

"Xiao Song, give me a loan slip."

"Yes, mayor." The president of the foundation quickly took the list and handed it to Si Xueqin with both hands.

"This is my eldest nephew, Si Chen. He wants to get a loan. Please hurry up and get it done."

Si Xueqin said as he signed at the guarantor's place.

After changing hands, a blank list was handed to Si Chen, and she said:

"How much money do you want to borrow? Fill it out yourself. I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first."

Si Chen:......-_-||

Sure enough, this is very sixth aunt!

President Song:!!!

It seemed like he was meeting the mayor for the first time. Who would he vouch for?

"Comrade Si Chen, please write your name here." President Song was respectful and personally guided Si Chen to fill out the loan form.

Si Chen:...I can, thank you!

In his previous life, even though his business was so big, he still took out a lot of loans from banks.

A real businessman will lend as much money as he can.

Borrowing money from the bank and using it to make money yourself is already a basic practice.

Soon, the loan procedures will be completed.

President Song looked at the 20,000 yuan filled in by Si Chen, and his lips twitched.

He never expected that the mayor's guarantee was only worth twenty thousand.

In 1988, in small towns, for ordinary people, 20,000 yuan was a huge amount of money.

However, for a foundation president who lives in the den of a coal boss, it is a small amount.

When others come to borrow money, it starts with 100,000 yuan. Either they want to buy a truck to haul coal, or they want to recruit a team to steal coal and dig it themselves.

In the next thirty years, the richest people in China known to the public will either be involved in the Internet or real estate.

but!

Before the rise of the Internet, almost all of the richest people on the Forbes domestic list were coal bosses who were fighting to the death.

When Si Chen took out the two thick stacks of hundred-dollar bills from the window, his heart was filled with excitement!

It's not a big unity, it's four old people side by side with blue and gray heads for 100 yuan!

Most of the young people of later generations see the pink Grandpa Mao.

With 20,000 yuan in his pocket, Si Chen walked out of the fund club with some excitement.

The machinery he wanted to buy was from the agricultural supplies company under the Yuanmeng County Agricultural Materials Bureau.

Therefore, Sichen needed to take a minibus back to the county town.

There is only one shuttle bus from Heijin Town to the county seat, and it leaves at 3pm sharp.

Si Chen got in the car, found a seat by the window, sat down, and kept his hands in his pockets, holding 20,000 yuan.

After waiting for half an hour, the conductor got on the bus and bought the ticket.

Si Chen took out two yuan and handed it over, and the other party tore up a ticket for him.

The rickety shuttle bus finally dropped him at the county bus station before 5 o'clock.

After Sichen got off the car, he almost ran all the way to the agricultural supplies company.

"Hey, Si Chen? Why are you here, rare guest, rare guest!"

The salesperson of the agricultural supplies company, coincidentally, is the sister-in-law of Si Chen's seventh aunt Si Lige, Zheng Caijuan.

"Aunt Zheng, I, I'm here to buy farm machinery." Si Chen was sweating all over and couldn't even breathe.

Zheng Caijuan was a little surprised knowing what kind of bear Si Chen was.

However, she is a smooth person and has always adhered to the way of life that no one can offend:

"Okay, I want to see some machinery."

"I want a tractor."

"Okay, come with me, they're all in the backyard." Zheng Caijuan said, leading the way.

When she arrived in the backyard, she introduced Si Chen one by one:

"This is a Mitsubishi tractor with 25 horsepower. It is a small tractor and the price is 5,600."

"This one, Dongfanghong's, also has 25 horsepower..."

"This one is imported, a large one, with 50 horsepower..."

Zheng Caijuan did her due diligence, introduced each product one by one, and explained the performance clearly one by one.

After Si Chen listened, he had a clue in his mind and asked again:

"Where's the harvester?"

Zheng Caijuan was stunned and hissed: "There doesn't seem to be a harvester?"

Si Chen:!!!

Are you serious?

He knew that no one in Yuanmeng County used harvesters these days, but the only agricultural supplies company in the county shouldn't even buy harvesters!

"Hey, look at my memory!" Zheng Caijuan slapped her forehead, suddenly remembered, and walked quickly to the warehouse:

"I already have one. It was delivered last year, but the price is too expensive and no one can afford it."

Si Chen followed her and quickly entered the large warehouse.

Looking around, there are all kinds of brand-new machinery and equipment, the most numerous of which are tractors.

Of course, there are also motorcycles.

However, these days, few people have spare money to buy a motorcycle worth around 3,000 yuan.

This thing cannot pull farm tools or crops, and it still burns gasoline, which is too expensive!

Starting around 1995, people began to buy motorcycles.

Every household has become slightly affluent and has purchased tractors and tricycles before thinking about buying motorcycles.

"Well, no one wants this harvester. It's too expensive!"

Zheng Caijuan looked at Si Chen with vague pity:

"Si Chen, this harvester can only topple wheat, millet, millet, corn, and other straw crops."

"Put it down? Can't it thresh automatically?" Si Chen suddenly realized, this is just a harvester.

That's true, these days, there are no combine harvesters in Yuanmeng County.

"Then you are overthinking!" Zheng Caijuan looked like she was dreaming, pointed behind him and said:

"Did you see that threshing machine? It can thresh wheat."

With that said, Zheng Caijuan walked over, pointed at the wide entrance directly in front of the thresher, and said:

"Here, put a handful of wheat in and it will thresh."

She pointed to the smaller opening on the other side and said:

"Here, take the snakeskin bag and put it underneath to catch the threshed wheat."

Si Chen looked at it carefully and said, "The one that burns diesel?"

"Um."

"How much?"

"It's 1750! This is the only one, it's expensive!"

"Where's the harvester?"

Zheng Caijuan:……

"Harvester, more expensive!"

She lowered her voice deliberately, as if to dissuade her:

"That thing is 12580! It's still the purchase price!"

Si Chen:...Unexpected!

Sure enough, in an era when machinery was underdeveloped, new agricultural machinery was very expensive when it came out!
To be continued...