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He scooted closer to Shen Dong and chuckled, "Then you’ve got to help me, sigh, what should I do next with the tea plantation?"

"How is the tea garden actually doing? Give it to me straight."

"It’s really good." The accountant was no-nonsense, speaking candidly, "A mu of land earns four hundred more yuan than growing regular crops, not to mention the wages from the village tea workshop. The average income could reach thirty thousand a year."

Shen Dong was stunned for a moment, thirty thousand, that was quite a bit, his dad had only made a little over ten thousand yuan a year in his past life.

"The tea sells that well?"

"You take down a share, the university student from the village also handled a part, and we could even say there’s more demand than supply. That’s no boast. For the same price, our tea is the best!" The accountant proudly held up his thumb, completely engrossed in the topic.

That would make things easier.

After pondering for a long time, Shen Dong offered a strategy, "Ask the leaders if it’s possible to merge the nearby villages with the tea plantation into a few tea gardens, then give me the spare land so I can build houses for them."

Tsk.

The accountant glared, "You’re still scheming for your own benefit."

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"My Ni Ma, we need to win together." There were no outsiders, so Shen Dong didn’t hold back in talking to the accountant, counting off on his fingers not to swindle... no, to reason.