Before Hao Yun could roar his soul, Lin Jun continued in an excited tone.
"A few minutes ago, the farm that last sold piglets to us called us to check on the breeding situation. As soon as he hung up the phone, he asked us if we wanted to buy piglets. If so, the price of three-yuan hybrid piglets would be 10 yuan per catty. We have sufficient quantity control, and the price is a full 3 yuan cheaper than our price a month ago!"
3 yuan cheaper
Hao Yun was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was not that it was cheap, but that he had actually been cut off.
"Why is it so cheap?"
"I was also very surprised at the time, so I asked more. The other person's explanation was that this year is the peak production season, and there are more piglets for slaughter. Now they can't fit in the pens, so they sell them to us at a low price. It is said that this has been the case for several years It’s rare to come across this, if you pass this village, you won’t find this shop!”
Perhaps worried that Hao Yun would misunderstand, Lin Jun quickly added something later.
"Ah, of course I didn't agree to him immediately. After I told him that I had to ask you for permission on this matter, I called you right away!"
This was done well, Hao Yun nodded with satisfaction.
However, this pig farming actually has off-peak and peak seasons
Could this thing have anything to do with climate
He felt that this thing was beyond the scope of his common sense.
However, according to normal logic, this price can indeed be called a tearful sale. Even if you buy a piglet that costs 10 yuan a pound and drag it directly to the slaughterhouse, you will still make a lot of money.
Although the price of pork has been sluggish this year, the price is basically stable between 12 and 15 yuan. As long as there are no problem pigs, it is indeed a guaranteed profit.
Presumably my own investment genius must have taken this into consideration and became so excited.
Hao Yun thought for a long time and then said.
"But I still don't understand something."
Lin Jun: "Boss, you tell me!"
Hao Yun frowned and continued: "Logically speaking, if you buy this kind of business, you will make money, and you will definitely make money anyway. Why do they still want us to make this money... Are you familiar with them?"
Lin Jun said with a smile: "I understand, I understand. To be honest, I also had concerns about this at the beginning, such as whether the pig was sick or something. But the other party promised us that they would bring A ticket, blood test, and weight. Between 10 kilograms and 30 kilograms, there is absolutely no shoddy quality, and they can be shipped after checking in person... The only requirement is that no deposit is allowed, and the money is paid and delivered. I thought that they must have encountered a problem with the capital chain. Problem, this is actually a common thing.”
Some have had changes at home, some have bosses who have suffered heavy losses in the stock market and are eager to use money to cover their positions, or there are problems with the business's operations. Although there are risks in picking up such bargains, the risks are relatively low.
As for being completely risk-free, that's impossible.
These days, even banks cannot guarantee 100% that they will not go bankrupt or default. If you want to avoid taking any risks, you can only lie down at home and watch TV.
"When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. I still think there's something fishy here..." Still with some doubts in his heart, Hao Yun said in a cautious tone, "... Well, we're not in a hurry anyway. You can go there in person. Let them check it out over there.”
"I'm just waiting for your words, boss!" Lin Jun smiled confidently and said in a tone of voice that he had everything under control, "Actually, that's what I thought at the beginning!"
Hao Yun: "..."
This guy…
Could it be that you are addicted to raising pigs
…
After hanging up the phone, Hao Yun went back to the dormitory. Before going upstairs, he caught Ah Huang taking a nap by the door and rubbed his dog's head angrily.
Arrived at the dormitory.
As expected, he was blocked by several sons as soon as he entered the door.
Zhu Kening: "Brother Yun! It's a treat!"
Zheng Xueqian: "Fuck! Boss Yun is back!"
Zhou Xuan: "Brother Hao! Are your thighs still missing pendants?!"
Liang Ziyuan was not here, so he probably went to the piano room.
This guy kept his word. He worked part-time and saved enough money to apply for a card. After the military training, he stopped singing in the dormitory.
It is said that he has been studying his new music recently, but Hao Yun didn't pay much attention to it.
To be honest, the system did not issue tasks, and he was not very motivated for something with no clear benefits.
"It's low-key and low-key. It's just a small company. It's not surprising..." Hao Yun coughed lightly and felt a little embarrassed to be looked at by so many admiring eyes. He quickly said modestly, "Making games is about feelings. In fact, you can't make much money. Qian, look at me, am I still living in the dormitory?"
Zhou Xuan: "Gan! Are you going to move out when you get rich?"
Hao Yun said with a smile: "How can that be possible? It's so cool to live on campus. A meal costs 10 yuan, and you can ride a bicycle to the classroom. There are beautiful schoolmates there every day."
The spirit of bullying broke out, and Lao Zheng couldn't help but yelled: "Where did you get the school girl from?"
"Ahem, this... won't it happen in the future?"
To be honest, when he was in college in his previous life, Hao Yun looked forward to graduating early and moving out every day, thinking about how comfortable it would be to rent a house alone.
It wasn't until after graduation, when he became an outstanding worker and joined the wave of welfare, that he realized that the time he spent in school was the last happy period in his short life.
Even if I didn’t realize it at the time.
If nothing else, even if he gets rich, he will still live in the dormitory until graduation.
Even if it is not to commemorate the lost youth, the potential of the tool people must be squeezed out.
After some fuss, Hao Yun reluctantly agreed to treat him to dinner in the evening, and his roommates all went about their own business. After being bored and wandering around, the little fat man Zhou Xuan wandered behind Lao Zheng's chair as expected.
"Old Zheng, what game are you playing?"
"Don't make trouble... I'm busy, bastard! He's dead again!"
Zheng Xueqian, who was holding the mobile phone, couldn't help but let out an angry cry.
The score of 222 popped up on the screen, which was very similar to the serious but confused expression on his face when listening to classes.
"Jump?" Glancing at the words on the screen, Zhou Xuan couldn't help but complain, "Why are you playing such a mentally retarded game?"
Originally, he was looking forward to finding new video material...
However, unlike Zhou Xuan, Hao Yun almost fell off his chair when he heard the words "jump."
Damn it? !
After uploading this thing to the WeChat applet, Hao Yun almost forgot about it.
But by the way, didn’t Lao Zheng play Temple Escape before
Why did you switch to jumping again now? !
Not a second after this idea came to my mind, Lao Zhu answered the question with a smile and a joke.
"You don't understand, Lao Zheng has always been at the forefront of fashion."
"That's right! You are so retarded."
Lao Zheng scolded Zhou Xuan and started the next one.
However, humans always repeat the same mistakes. This time, before he reached 222 points, he jumped out of the map with a trembling hand just after reaching 100 points.
"Is there an end to this thing?" Zhou Xuan couldn't help but ask after seeing him enjoying himself.
"No! I guess it's probably the same as Temple Escape... Nowadays, every one of these parkour games have learned from it, canceling the end point and level settings. But this thing is even more deceptive, and it doesn't even have a chance to be resurrected." Zheng concentrated on playing the game and did not dare to relax for a moment.
"Where did you find this game?"
"Moments, I saw someone posted the score, so I gave it a try, and it was quite interesting. My high school classmate who I had never chatted with before after adding him as a friend even came to me in a private message to ask me how to play. Such a high score.”
Zhu Kening asked curiously: "Then how did you come back?"
Lao Zheng said impatiently: "What the hell can I do about this? Does this game require skills? I told her to play a few more times and she will be fine!"
Lao Zhu: “…”
Zhou Xuan: "..."
Hao Yun: "..."
This kid…
I'm afraid it's hopeless.
After enduring countless failures, Lao Zheng once again fell at the 200-point mark, and finally couldn't help but let out a low groan of pain.
"This game is poisonous."
This was his only comment.
As for Zhou Xuan, his evaluation may be slightly more.
This game is indeed toxic, but in his opinion, its toxicity is not just in terms of gameplay, but in the social topics it creates.
After all, he is just an amateur game zone up owner. Zhou Xuan cannot accurately describe this feeling yet.
But his intuition told him that as long as the operation method is proper and a little bit of luck is added, this game might become even more popular than Temple Escape...