Zhang Rui took a fancy to a pocket saber on Maxson's counter. It was less than half a meter long. The handle was carved from jade. The mild-gloss handle contrasted sharply with the sharp blade.
"How much does this knife cost?" he asked enthusiastically after gesturing for a while.
Maxson said: "One thousand yuan. The handle of the knife is made of Miranda jade from North Island. It is warm and rough and will not slip even after sweating. The blade is made of thousand-layer steel rolled by me myself. Even though it is slender, it can cut off small pieces." Sheep’s head.”
One thousand New Zealand dollars is close to five thousand RMB. Zhang Rui was a little reluctant, so he shook his head and put down the knife.
Maxon stopped him and said, "Are you Wang's friend?"
"Yes, we are college classmates." Zhang Rui replied.
Maxon immediately said happily: "Okay, then you don't have to pay, I will give you this knife."
Zhang Rui thought he heard wrong because his English was not very good: "You said discount, right?"
"Yeah," Maxon smiled, "Zero discount, so you can take it and it's yours."
Zhang Rui didn't understand his joke, so he asked doubtfully: "How much is the discount?"
"I'll give it to you for free." Wang Bo handed the knife to him, "The boss means no money."
Zhang Rui shook his head and said: "No, this is not possible, the knife costs 5,000 yuan."
Maxon smiled and said: "Wang has helped me a lot, and his friends are my friends."
Wang Bodao: "You can choose what you like here. I don't have anything to give you. Some of the things here are pretty good."
Maxson couldn't understand Chinese, so he just smiled and nodded.
Fan Dong joked: "The old man is still laughing. He must not know what you, a corrupt official, are planning. If he knows that you want us to take it as we please, he will definitely cry!"
Wang Bodao: "Why are you crying? It's a big business, I will give him money."
"If you don't bite the lot, you will get the Dharma vote." Maxon said in Chinese, and he could understand the Chinese word "qian".
The group of people looked at each other, and Qingyang chuckled: "There is an invoice, this is what I taught him, how about it, isn't it good?"
Maxson's saddlery shop is full of handicrafts, and some Maori people will also bring their own products for him to sell on his behalf, providing one-fifth of the handling fee.
Wang Bo was right at first. This kind of saddlery shop in the alleys of Aocheng is looking for death and will only slowly rust. But in a tourist resort like Sunset Town, it is a treasure house.
Not only foreign tourists like to come here to buy things, but residents from many cities in New Zealand also come here to buy some favorite gadgets to take back when they come to town.
McKesson’s sales in one month after moving here exceeded that of the past ten years!
Asking his classmates to choose gifts, Wang Bo looked at the things in the room and said, "I remember that you sold a lot of products here last month. Why do you feel that there is no shortage?"
Maxon wiped a silver cup and laughed: "Haha, since my father, we have been making some stuff that we like. Where can we put it if we can't sell it? Of course it is in the warehouse, where we have accumulated goods for forty or fifty years. How could it be sold so quickly?”
Wang Bo said with interest: "Aren't there handicrafts from forty or fifty years ago?"
"Of course, this cup is, you see its style, light and simple, this is the style after World War II, because the war consumed a lot of supplies, so the materials used in household appliances had to be carefully budgeted."
Wang Bodao: "Then this is a cultural relic, my old friend, you won't sell it at the normal price, right?"
"I think the price is high enough. If you ask me to sell this knife for one thousand yuan, it used to sell for one hundred and fifty yuan. This kind of jade is not valuable..." Maxson stayed in the alley of Aocheng. For too long, it has been an old-school idea.
Wang Bo shook his head: "You are wrong to think so. Listen to me and re-divide the price based on the material, year and time spent on work. How much do you sell a cup like this?"
"This one is more expensive, costing 220 yuan, because it is made of sterling silver. Look at how well it has been preserved. No part of it has oxidized." Maxon said proudly.
Wang Bo slapped the table: "Five times the price, 1,100 yuan!"
"How can this be sold?" Maxon said hesitantly.
Wang Bodao: "If you treat it as a wine glass, of course it will be difficult to sell, but if you treat it as a collectible and World War II souvenir, the price of 1,100 yuan is too low!"
Maxson curled his lips: "This is what profiteers do."
Wang Bo chuckled and said: "You are right, I am wholeheartedly developing the tourism industry just to give everyone the opportunity to become profiteers."
If Maxson's store is defined as a saddlery store, it makes little sense, but if it is defined as an art store, it has great value and can even be hyped.
Of course, there are many saddlery shops in New Zealand, and there are also many old craftsmen like Maxson. This is the reason why his shop in Aocheng was so empty in the past.
However, foreign tourists, especially Asian tourists, do not know this. Most of them coming to New Zealand are wealthy people, and Wang Bo thinks it is natural to make money from them.
The students chose their items, each of them selected two or three items. The boys chose knives and protective gear, while the girls chose some exquisitely crafted jewelry.
After seeing it, Maxon motioned for them to leave. Lao Wang asked, "How much is it?"
The old cowboy smiled evilly and said: "Every knife is a handicraft. One of your friends took away a command knife issued by the officers of the Oceania Cavalry during World War II. That costs at least 5,000 yuan!"
"So expensive?"
"As you said, follow the price of the crafts!"
"I'm asking you to rip off the tourists, our own people, according to the internal price."
Maxson laughed: "If you are one of my own, just give me a hundred yuan."
Wang Bo shook his head and said no, "Business is business, at least you have to earn back your costs. I don't want to be said that Mayor Wang is greedy for cheap. What I, Mr. Wang, pay attention to in being an official is to have a breeze with both sleeves!"
"It's a pity that you are the mayor," Maxson was dumbfounded. "For someone who can tell lies with such righteousness, I think he can at least become a mayor or a city councilor."
After joking, Wang Bo asked him to pay, but Maxson still shook his head: "The reason why I don't like to define high price is, boss, you know, I am over sixty years old, I have no children, and I have no use for my family, then I What’s the use of making so much money?”
Wang Bo thought for a while and said: "You can set up a charity fund, and I will ask Eva to help you, the Maxson Cowboy Foundation, to help those who need you. In this way, you see, even if you die, your reputation will remain It’s been circulating forever.”
Maxon blinked. He seemed to be moved and his face flushed: "Yes, this is a good idea. I can use the money I earn for charity."
"It costs a lot of money, so you have to price it well."
Maxon said: "Of course, this batch of goods must be priced well and let your friends come back first. I didn't take a good look at it just now. I have to make a good profit!"
Wang Bo: "Fuck, you shot yourself in the foot!"