Chapter 130 Meet at the entrance of the village on a moonlit night!
"Huh?"
"Who are you talking about?"
"Zhao Dahai?"
As Liu Gang spoke, he pointed at Zhao Dahai, who was about to disappear on his motorcycle.
Cheng Wenfeng nodded. Liu Gang called early in the morning and said he would come to his store to pick up some dry goods. He waited and waited but didn't see him. In addition, he was thinking about the man who just came to his store to sell mussels.
I haven't returned to my store for two or three hours. I walked to the door to see if I was in a store. I looked around and didn't find it. When I turned around and wanted to go back to the store, I accidentally looked at the street corner.
Not only did he see Zhao Dahai but also his old friend Liu Gang, and he immediately came over quickly. However, when he came over, Zhao Dahai had already walked far away and couldn't see clearly whether the mussels had been sold or not.
"Aha!"
"Did Zhao Dahai come to your shop to sell mussels?!"
"What's your price?"
"Thirty yuan or forty yuan?"
Liu Gang's mind turned around and he immediately guessed what was going on.
Cheng Wenfeng was a little embarrassed, but Liu Gang guessed it right.
"Are you dumbfounded now?"
"Did the cooked pigeons fly?"
Liu Gang gloated. Cheng Wenfeng was his old friend for many years and was very familiar with his character. When Zhao Dahai arrived at his store, he would definitely lower the price. However, the price offered was slightly higher than that of other stores on Dry Goods Street. Thinking about Zhao Dahai going to other stores
After asking about the price, I will definitely go back to my own store and pay a little more to get it. This trick has been tried and true. I have made a lot of money in the past many years, but I lost it today.
"Ah?"
"Did Zhao Dahai sell those mussels?"
Cheng Wenfeng ignored Liu Gang's ridicule and wanted to know if Zhao Dahai had sold those mussels. The two of them were doing business and were old friends for many years. Buy low and sell high, especially buy as low as possible and sell as high as possible.
It’s an old trick, how can you make money otherwise? There’s no shame in it!
"No way? Are those mussels really good?!"
Liu Gang was very curious and Cheng Wenfeng was so anxious. Those mussels in Zhao Dahai might be very good.
"One hundred and twenty yuan per catty. This is the friendly price I sold it to you. No, it's at least one hundred and fifty yuan per catty!"
"Did that guy sell those mussels?"
Cheng Wenfeng continued to ask.
"Thirty or forty yuan per pound? How can you offer such a price?"
"Sold!"
"All those mussels are sold!"
"Zhao Dahai said seventy-five yuan a pound!"
Liu Gang was angry and anxious, pointing at Cheng Wenfeng and sputtering nonsense. In the past few years, he had been buying all kinds of dry goods from Cheng Wenfeng's shop. Mussels were often taken, and they cost one hundred and twenty yuan or one hundred yuan per can.
You can tell what quality it is if you pay fifty yuan a pound.
"What's the problem if I want to make more money? Everyone in the dry goods street collects mussels at the same price! I can't break the rules, can I?"
Cheng Wenfeng spoke hard but felt a little guilty. His eyes rolled around and he didn't dare to look at Liu Gang.
"Is this the price here in Dry Goods Street? The ones on the shelves in your store are indeed purchased for 20 to 31 pounds. But what are they? Not to mention the small ones, they are all dug up and put on the market and cannot be sold.
Take it back and find someone to dry it. The tide was low a few days ago, and what Zhao Dailai is selling must be freshly dug mussels, and this guy will definitely pick the biggest ones!"
"What the hell!"
"Are you, an old boy, confused in business?"
"There's nothing wrong with making money, but you have to watch people order food, right?"
"How can you tell that Zhao Dahai is a stupid boy?"
Liu Gang was not polite at all. Cheng Wenfeng offered a price of twenty or thirty yuan per pound. He was really out of his mind. You must make money when doing business. The lower the purchase price, the more you make. There is nothing wrong with Cheng Wenfeng's low price.
But it depends on the person. For a person like Zhao Dahai, if the price is too low, he would rather throw it to the dogs than sell it. Cheng Wenfeng has been in business for many years, so it is impossible that he does not have this vision. In the final analysis, one is greedy and the other looks down on Zhao Dahai, bad business rules.
It’s even more nonsense.
Cheng Wenfeng sighed. It was indeed his own problem. Buy low and sell high. This is the case for everyone who does business. It is normal to set the price by yourself. But really like what Liu Gang said, you have to look at people. Some people
Those who don’t understand the market are honest and easy to bully, but some people know the market and have a tough personality. The former can definitely lower the price and can do so severely. The latter can also reduce the price, but it must not be too harsh. Zhao Dahai is undoubtedly this kind of person.
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"Don't say seventy-five yuan. Even if you ask for fifty yuan, Zhao Dahai will definitely sell it to you. You can make dozens of yuan more by changing hands. Isn't this great? You have to make a lot of money.
Pen. The result is like a chicken flying over an egg! There is nothing, it ends in nothing."
The more Liu Gang talked, the more anxious he became.
"Hey!"
"Fat Liu."
"Why are you so angry?"
"If you miss this opportunity and confiscate those mussels, it's me who will make less money, not you."
Cheng Wenfeng slowly came back to his senses and realized that something was very wrong. How could Liu Gang be more anxious, excited, and angry than himself?
Liu Gang smiled bitterly and told Cheng Wenfeng that he had known Zhao Dahai for a long time and Zhao Dahai had said that good things would be delivered to his restaurant first. The mussels were not delivered just now because Zhao Dahai felt that his restaurant sold fresh seafood and not dry goods.<
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"How can you make sense of this matter?"
"If you accept it, I will buy it from you."
Liu Gang didn't know what to say. There wasn't much wrong with Zhao Dahai's idea. Who told his restaurant to serve fresh seafood? Or maybe Zhao Dahai, a kid like him, went to the Dry Goods Street to inquire about the price first.
Cheng Wenfeng and other dry goods store owners all tacitly agreed to offer low prices. Zhao Dahai was unwilling to sell, so he happened to meet a person and bought it. Otherwise, Zhao Dahai might go back to his restaurant and ask questions.
Ask yourself if you want it.
"As a result, neither of us succeeded now."
Liu Gang was extremely depressed. Dried mussels were everywhere, but the quality was very different. The freshly dried mussels of the season tasted very good. In his restaurant, eight out of ten mussels were served with pork belly casserole.
Add ginger, onion and garlic, and simmer it over high heat. A dish like this can sell for 388 yuan, making a lot of money.
"Ha!"
"We are in the same boat now."
Cheng Wenfeng immediately laughed when he saw Liu Gang like this.
"You have to treat me to dinner and drinks today at noon."
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"Okay!"
"There is no better place in our town than your restaurant."
"I'll go there to eat at noon, keep accounts, and settle the accounts another day."
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"Bah!"
"How shameless!"
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Liu Gang and Cheng Wenfeng were bickering as they walked. It is true that you can make money by taking down Zhao Dahai's mussels, but you won't make much money, or the money you don't make won't be heartbreaking. What worries you is that the opportunity is already there.
I haven’t made this deal yet, but that’s how business is, and I don’t know how many opportunities to make money I’ve missed. Zhao Dahai’s deal is not his first, and it’s even less likely to be his last. It was indeed a bit depressing at first.