"mom."
Zhou Chen suddenly spoke. Huang Ling looked over and said softly: "Mom, what dad said is right. Third uncle, we are a family after all."
Huang Ling could be said to know her younger son very well now. When she saw the look in his eyes, she knew what he was planning, so she hesitated for a moment and said nothing more.
Zhou Chen said to Zhuang Chaoying: "Assembling two bicycles for my third uncle is not a big problem, but how does he want to assemble them? Should he buy the things here, or should he leave them all to me?"
Seeing that her son agreed, Zhuang Chaoying suddenly became happy.
"He doesn't know what to buy. You know, he will definitely leave it to you."
"Okay, for the sake of my family, if you give them both bicycles to me, I'll charge him one hundred and fifty."
"What?"
Zhuang Chaoying almost jumped up in shock.
"One hundred and fifty? If you assemble a bicycle, wouldn't it only be more than thirty? Two bikes are less than seventy, and you want one hundred and fifty?"
"Dad, what are you thinking? I have spent more than thirty years buying various accessories, and I went to several car repair shops to buy them. It is impossible to buy two more sets of accessories at the same price.
, it will cost at least ten yuan more, and I have to run errands everywhere to buy it. In addition to the cost of materials, I have to pay labor costs for assembly. Ten yuan for a car is not much, right?"
"Then there's no need for one hundred and fifty, right?"
"I am assembling a bicycle, so I need to delay my study time. Knowledge is priceless. I helped my brother get the bicycle, and he promised to make my bed for three months. Although my third uncle is a relative, he can't work in vain.
Bar."
Zhou Chen's nonsense just means that if you give him money, he won't do it if he doesn't give him money.
He just took the old banker as his enemy and wanted to use them to ask for help and give them a severe blow.
"Dad, if you can't make the decision, just ask your third uncle. Anyway, it's one hundred and fifty, which is still the relative price. If you agree, I'll start work on Sunday. If you don't agree, forget it."
One hundred and fifty is not a small amount, and Zhuang Chaoying couldn't make the decision, so he went there again the next day.
In the evening, Aunt Zhuang and Zhuang Qianmei came over. They tried to show off their faces and act like elders, and prepared to give seventy, but Zhou Chen ignored them and just sat there leisurely writing and drawing. Zhuang was very angry.
My father yelled at Zhuang Chaoying, and Zhuang Chaoying was so angry that she didn't want to please either of them, and she felt very aggrieved.
In the end, Zhuang Adi and Zhuang Kanmei could only grit their teeth and agreed to the price of 150 yuan with ugly expressions, but they made a request, at least 70% to 80% new.
They also know in their hearts that a new bicycle costs 150 yuan, and it also requires a bicycle ticket. Now without a bicycle ticket, 150 yuan can buy two, and they are still 70% to 80% new. No matter how you calculate it, it is actually a waste of money.
Big bargain.
The reason why they were upset was because Zhuang Chaoying told them how much the cost would be. Even if it fluctuated, they would never exceed 20, so asking them to pay more would be cutting their flesh.
What's even more frustrating is that the meat still has to be cut.
He gave eighty first, and asked Zhou Chen to buy the accessories first, and then give the rest after assembling it. Of the eighty, Zhuang Kanmei only took fifty, and the remaining thirty was given by Zhuang Chaoying. It was a big mistake.
On Sunday, Zhou Chen assembled two bicycles. After Zhuang Kanmei and Zhuang Adi arrived, they wanted to push the bicycle and leave without giving the remaining money. As a result, the bicycle fell apart within a few steps of pushing it out. Not only did the bicycle fall apart.
, the man also fell hard, and the two angry people came back to catch Zhuang Chaoying and cursed him.
They wanted to scold Zhou Chen and Huang Ling, but now that they had someone to ask for, they couldn't scold them, so they could only pick on the soft persimmon Zhuang Chaoying.
Finally, Father Zhuang pinched his nose and took out fifty of the remaining seventy angrily. The remaining twenty was given by Zhuang Chaoying again.
After co-writing the last one hundred and fifty, they came up with one hundred, and the remaining fifty came from Zhuang Chaoying. Zhuang Chaoying's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Zhou Chen ignored him and happily repaired the bicycle, taking the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other.
One hundred and fifty, a small profit of ninety.
Chapter completed!