The scale of laoao chicken farm is quite large, but it is not a professional modern chicken farm, but a kind of local chicken raised in a traditional way, which is directly sold to high-end hotels in the city after being raised.

Those hotels dare not collect chickens from retail investors for fear of receiving chickens that grow up eating garbage. Although laoboil looks bad here, it is absolutely clean and can be bought at ease.

But today seems a little different.

"Hey, where's the chicken?" Xiao Hei turned around and asked the old man sitting behind him, "I remember that chickens usually run all over the yard. Why don't you see chickens today?"

"There's no chicken. All the chickens are dead." The old man said angrily, "I died a few days ago. I'm very angry with my boss. Didn't I go down to get him medicine?"

"All dead!?" Xiao hei and Fang Ze were surprised and hurriedly asked, "how's Lao Lao Lao?"

"I coughed all night when I came down. I don't know what to do now. But it's probably not much better."

Fang Ze and Xiao Hei listened to the old man's words, got out of the car and walked towards the room where Lao Ao was.

Fang Ze and Xiao Hei went to Lao Ao's room, and then saw Lao Ao lying on the bed with a white cloth on his head. Xiao Hei was nervous at first sight, and immediately jumped in front of Lao AO and shouted, "Lao Lao, Lao Lao, what's the matter with you? Don't leave us. Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital of DIDU immediately. If the hospital of DIDU can't save you, I'll take you abroad for treatment. Don't give up hope, and I'll cure you."

"Get out." Lao Lao's angry voice came out of the bed, "I'm not dead yet. You're like running in mourning. When can you be serious?"

"Pay me back." Xiao Hei buttoned his nostrils, looked at Lao AO and said, "when I came in and saw you like this, I knew you were nothing serious. It should be all sulky alone. Just scold."

"So it's still you who are considerate and deliberately come here to be scolded, isn't it?" Lao Ao quarreled with Xiao Hei for a few words. Just now, the old man handed Lao Ao a bottle of medicine. Lao Ao casually took a few tablets, and then sat up from bed.

"In fact, there's nothing wrong. Don't worry. It's really just that you can't figure it out in anger." Lao Ao knows that although Xiao Hei is not serious, he really cares about himself. Just now, it was estimated that this guy just wanted to try if he was still energetic.

Now it seems that there is still no problem.

"It's OK. I'm scared to death." Fang Ze walked over and patted Lao Ao on the shoulder, and then said to Lao Ao, "it's because of the problem of the chicken farm. If you can't do it, just throw it away and go. What you're doing in the video is OK. Then I'll find a relationship to pull some advertisements for you. You can set up a duck neck store or some other store in the city, and find someone to take care of it for you. You can take a look at it every day, and the quality of life won't be reduced too much."

"That's not the problem." Lao Ao waved his hand and said to Fang Ze, "my batch of chickens are about to be released from the market, but they died overnight. If I didn't involve others, I would simply leave here. But I signed contracts with several stores here, and now I can't give others' chickens. I have to pay liquidated damages. This money is not a small amount."

"And." Lao Ao went to the window of the house, pointed to the yard opposite, and said, "these are my employees. My chicken farm is no longer run, and these old people can't find jobs elsewhere. I have to find a way out for these people, or some of them will really have to go begging."

"Didn't you also have the idea of not running a chicken farm before? What did you think at that time?" Fang Ze asked.

"At that time, I was going to give the chicken farm directly to these old people and let them rely on this chicken farm for their pension. But now the liquidated damages add up to nearly 100000. As you can see, the only valuable thing in this chicken farm is chicken. Even if other things are sold as scrap iron, they can't sell for a few dollars. How can I be funny? Now when I say I leave and leave the chicken farm to them."

"Wait." Fang Ze asked Lao ao not to say it first, and then thought of two key points. He asked Lao Ao, "first, the liquidated damages are a little high. How much money do you have for selling chickens at one time, and the liquidated damages are 100000. Second, listen to what you just said, all the chickens in this field are dead?"

"It's all dead." Lao Ao first answered Fang Ze's second question and asked, "a total of thousands of chickens, no matter big or small, are basically dead, and only a dozen are still alive."

"Then, to be honest, it's not much about liquidated damages. My native chicken has been raised for 180 days, and the cost of raising a chicken, including labor, is about 50 yuan. We sell it to the hotel for 80 yuan. I want to give nearly 2000 chickens at one time, and the payment for goods is more than 100000."

Lao Pao paused for a while, and then said, "moreover, these chickens are sold for those high-end hotels. These hotels will send their own cars to pull them in the future. You say that the time is coming, and as a result, the chicken can't be given to others. Some hotel specialties are made of native chicken, and suddenly there is no chicken, and people will lose a lot."

"I've been thinking these days, or I'll sell the house, pay back the liquidated damages, and dismiss my men."

"You sold your house. Where do you live?" Fang Ze immediately asked the old man to endure.

"Live with me." Standing behind, Xiao Hei raised his hand with a smile, "I said it was because of something. I thought you had other friends because you haven't seen anyone for a few days. What's the matter that can be solved with money? You sell your house to me, and then I lend it to you."

"I'm not a hypocritical person. If it was really just about money, I would have called you and asked you to lend me your wife's book. But there are other reasons."

"You mean the death of the chicken in the chicken farm? Is there another secret?" Fang Ze looked at Lao AO and asked.

"Well." Lao Lao nodded and said, "although I don't often stay here, I'm also familiar with raising chickens. If you say I haven't been well prevented from the epidemic, it's normal for these chickens to get sick and die sevenoreight hundred, or more than half of them. But almost all of them die, there's definitely a problem."

Lao Ao looked at the chicken farm outside and sighed, "I don't understand this thing. I'm afraid I can't sleep well in the future."

Just after Lao Ao's words fell, an old man who was not very old came in and said to Lao Ao, "boss Ao, a boss came outside and said he wanted to talk business with you."

"OK, I'll go out and have a look." Lao Ao heard someone coming and was ready to leave.

Businessman?

Fang Ze and Xiaohei looked at each other, and then they hurried out after Lao Ao.