Chapter 128 Here comes another good opportunity to make money!
Zhao Dahai looked very ugly. After leaving Cheng Wenfeng's store, he went into several stores to ask for prices. The prices were all very low.
About thirty yuan per pound?
Are you kidding!?
Wouldn’t it be more profitable to sell fresh produce at this price? Do you have to go to all the trouble of cooking, peeling and drying it?
The quality of the mussels in my hands is very high, and cannot be compared with the ones in these dry goods stores. The owners of these dry goods stores take them and resell them for eighty or even one hundred pounds per catty, making a lot of money.
I don’t envy this. There is a way to make this money. This is other people’s ability, but the price given to myself is too low. Not to mention fifty or sixty yuan, no one is willing to pay even forty yuan per pound.
Cheng Wenfeng was right just now. Thirty-five yuan a pound is really the highest price. Why is this? Needless to say, it must be a tacit understanding among the shop owners here in Dry Goods Street. These people are sure that they can't stop selling, and they bet that they will eventually
I feel that they are all pulled up from the sea anyway, and what they sell is their strength. There is no cost, so they have to sell whatever they have to make a lot of money.
Zhao Dahai looked at the sun above his head. It was almost eleven o'clock. He had been busy all morning and felt depressed. He was so angry that he didn't want to sell it for himself. This was almost a hundred kilograms of stuff worth several thousand yuan. It was impossible to really put it away.
If you have it at home, you have to sell it, not to mention waiting for money to repair the fishing boat.
Zhao Dahai thought about it for a while and decided to go to Liu Gang's place to see if he would accept it. If he accepted it and the price was right, he would sell it. If the price was not right, he would not sell it for now. The advantage of dry goods is that he can press them with his hands.
Zhao Dahai got on his motorcycle and just stepped out of the intersection of Ganhuo Street. He was about to step on the accelerator to speed up when several car horns came from behind him. He stepped aside to get out of the way. A Mercedes Benz passed by but did not drive forward.
I turned around and got stuck in front. A fat man wearing a suit and tie got out of the car. This kind of appearance is very rare in a place like this town. I suddenly remembered seeing him in a dry goods store about ten minutes ago.
"Are those mussels in the bag?!"
Wu Weimin pointed to the bag on the back seat of the motorcycle.
Zhao Dahai immediately understood that the fat man wanted to buy mussels. He must have seen the mussels he showed to the owner of the dry goods store just now in the dry goods store. Seeing that he and the owner of the dry goods store had not reached a deal, he followed him to catch up. p>
Zhao Dahai set up his motorcycle, untied the rope holding the bag, opened the opening, and took out a small bag of mussels.
"How much does it cost per pound?!"
Wu Weiming stretched out his hand and pulled it, picked up a few more and looked at them carefully, then broke one off, smelled it under his nose for a while, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Seventy-five yuan a pound."
"No bargaining."
Zhao Dahai didn't know where Fatty was from, but he definitely wanted to buy these mussels.
"Aha!"
"Do you think I'm the one who was taken advantage of?!"
"You can sell it for only 45 yuan in a dry goods store?!"
"It costs seventy-five yuan to come to my place?!"
Wu Weiming looked at Zhao Dahai with wide eyes. He could hear clearly in the dry goods store that the boss was unwilling to pay thirty-five yuan a pound.
"I definitely won't sell it for 40 yuan, but I will definitely sell it if it costs 50 yuan."
Zhao Dahai admitted honestly.
"Hey!"
"If that's the case, it doesn't make sense. Why do I have to pay seventy-five yuan a pound to get here?!"
Wu Weimin quits.
"The quality of my mussels is very high."
"If you buy it elsewhere, you will definitely not be able to buy it for 75 yuan per catty. If the owner of the dry goods store takes it, he will sell it to you for at least 100 yuan, or even 120 yuan per catty." p>
"I only charge 75 yuan per catty. I'm not greedy, right?!"
Zhao Dahai really didn't know what the fat man in front of him did, but he was driving a Mercedes and wearing a suit and tie. If he didn't want to buy something and wanted to buy it right away, he wouldn't have come to Dry Goods Street at this time.
Wu Weimin was a little annoyed, but he had to admit that the quality of these mussels from Zhao Dahai was really good. Buying them from other places would cost at least 150 yuan or even 200 yuan per catty.
"Okay!"
“That’s the price!”
Wu Weimin had no choice but to see the man in front of him clearly. He was really anxious to buy it, and the price was cheaper than buying it at the dry goods store. No need to worry.
When Zhao Dahai packed his home, he used transparent plastic bags to pack ten kilograms in small packages. After negotiating the price, he took them all out and fluffed each small package so that he could see clearly without pouring them all out.
What are the mussels like?
"Not bad!"
“These mussels are really good!”
"Really big, really fat."
Wu Weiming was very satisfied. Seventy-five yuan per pound of this kind of product is really not expensive.
I borrowed a scale from the store next to Zhao Dahai and re-weighed it in front of Wu Weiming. The total was ninety-eight catties and one tael, which was not much different from the ninety-eight catties and forty-taels weighed at home. It cost seventy-five yuan a pound.
The total is seven thousand three hundred and fifty-seven yuan.
"That's right."
"Why don't you offer one for 100 yuan or 120 yuan per pound?"
Wu Weimin asked Zhao Dahai while counting the money he took in the car. Zhao Dahai knew very well that if he bought these mussels from other places, he would have to spend more money, but they only cost 75 yuan a pound, which was really good.
I'm a little curious.
"Would you buy it if it cost 120 yuan per catty?"
I got up from the sea and looked at Wu Weimin.
Wu Weiming thought about it carefully and shook his head. It wasn't that the price was too high and he couldn't accept it, but that he would be very angry and probably turn around and leave.
Zhao Dahai knew very well that if he opened a dry goods store, it would be okay to charge a price of one hundred and twenty yuan or higher. But if he produces and sells his own goods and sells them from one hand, it would not be appropriate to charge too high a price - he really felt that he could sell the goods in the store.
There is definitely something wrong with the price of people. People like Wu Weimin are not short of money. It doesn't matter if it costs 75 yuan per catty or 100 yuan per catty or even 150 yuan per catty or 200 yuan per catty. The key is to recognize
I don't feel comfortable if I don't accept this price. I knew it when I was bargaining in the dry goods store just now. In any case, I can't eat these mussels. The longer I hold them in my hands, the worse it will be, especially now that I am in a hurry to spend money.
Repair the fishing boat, sell these mussels and make as much money as possible. Seventy-five yuan per pound is not bad, much higher than selling it to the owner of the dry goods store. Don't be too greedy. The lion is really open to business.
He couldn't do it. Dried mussels are not a rare thing. Wu Weimin was so angry that he would rather spend more money to buy them from other places. The only one who suffered was himself. The mussels were smashed into his own hands. In the end, he might not have received thirty-five yuan.
The money was sold to the owner of the dry goods store. It was a steal. Seventy-five yuan a pound was already very good, far exceeding my expectations.
Zhao Dahai carried the mussels and put them in the trunk of Wu Weimin's Daben, counted the money and put it in his pocket.
Wu Weiming took a business card and handed it to Zhao Dahai, saying that he could call if he had any good things in the future.
Zhao Dahai watched Da Ben disappear and looked down at the business card.
Jin Minghua’s private restaurant?!
Is this fat man a chef?
Zhao Dahai stuffed his business card into his pocket. If he really has something good, give him a call. The price is right and he can sell it to anyone.
Zhao Dahai was in an extremely good mood. This trip to the town to sell mussels was a bit bumpy, but there was a bright future, and the price of seventy-five yuan was far beyond his expectations.
"Zhao Dahai."
"How did you get here?!"
When I arrived at the sea and was about to ride my motorcycle back to the village, someone shouted from behind.