There are only a small amount of Xishan small yellow ginger on the market, and they are old ginger from last year. They were all sold out by middlemen in the past two days. Now it is difficult to find ginger.
So when Ye Zhao’s turmeric advertisement came out, Aunt Qiao’s phone started to ring non-stop.
Aunt Qiao was delighted. "You don't have to worry about selling this batch of ginger! You have the initiative now, you should raise the price. If I had known this, I would have invested tens of thousands and bought a batch more to store."
Ye Zhao was eating biscuits nearby and said with a smile: "You didn't stop me, which is already your biggest compromise. You are still investing."
Aunt Qiao was mopping the floor. She smiled and said, "So, I can only be a landlady and live a simple and stable life."
Ye Zhao shook her head. In her eyes, Aunt Qiao was a winner in life. She had a handsome and tough son, several houses for rent, no husband and parents-in-law to take care of, and she could play mahjong in her free time. What a perfect life.
"It's so nice to be a landlady. I want to be one too. I envy such a stable life. When I have money, I can collect rent and play mahjong at the same time."
Aunt Qiao laughed at her: "You are a person who does big things, you can't sit idle."
Aunt Qiao came over with the mop, and Ye Zhao lifted his feet high. She said as if it was natural, "I'll have more free time when I have money."
"People's mindsets change. When you are rich, you want to be richer. Have you ever seen a rich person stop? Those who can stop are ordinary people like us."
As they were talking, the phone rang. Aunt Qiao looked directly at Ye Zhao and said, "Please answer it. It must be someone asking about Xiao Huangjiang again."
Ye Zhao put the wafers he was eating aside and answered the phone. The voice on the other end was a very young one.
"Excuse me, do you have Xishan small yellow ginger for sale?"
Ye Zhao: "Yes, there is. How did you know the phone number?"
The other party said: "My friend called me. How much stock do you have?"
Ye Zhao: "How much do you want?"
The other party said: "It depends on how much you have."
Ye Zhao asked: "Are you going to buy it yourself, or are you asking for someone else?"
The other party thought about it and hesitated: "I'm asking for someone else."
Most of the people asking for help are middlemen. Ye Zhao said, "I only sell first-hand here. I don't sell to middlemen..."
Ye Zhao was about to hang up when the other party asked anxiously, "Did you buy a lot of goods? What's your cost? How much did you spend?"
Ye Zhao found that there was something wrong with the call. Generally, people who ask about the price will definitely ask whether it is this year's goods, whether it is authentic Xishan small yellow ginger, and whether they can see the goods.
At this critical juncture, who cares about your costs or how much you spent? The other party will only ask how much your goods are going to sell for, and the party asking the price is only concerned about their own interests.
Ye Zhao asked back: "Who are you?"
The other party's tone was a little stiff: "I bought ginger."
"You're not buying ginger, are you?"
"Forget it." The other party hung up the phone as if he was guilty.
There are all kinds of weird people.
Song Rongji hasn't called yet. Ye Zhao shook his head. This century-old brand is really not good. It's too out of touch with the news. No wonder in the original book, it was screwed by the Zhong family.
Since being kicked out of the Irene Toy Factory, Bai Yunlian has not gone out to work. She is bored at home and spends every day reading Chinese classics and practicing calligraphy to cultivate her character.
She was practicing calligraphy when the doorbell rang. It was her sister Bai Yunping.
"Why are you here at this hour? Are you off work?"
Bai Yunping changed her shoes and walked in, putting her bag on the sofa. "I was going out to do something, and I happened to pass by your place, so I came up. There are too many people in the office, so it's not convenient to call."
Bai Yunlian: "Is there anything that is inconvenient to say over the phone?"
"I had someone call Ye Zhao today about what you told me last night. I don't know exactly how much she spent on the purchase, but it was probably a lot. She was very arrogant, and I guess she must have embezzled the employee deposits from the cafeteria meal cards. How could she run a business on her own at such a young age? I don't know who instigated her to do this."
It turned out to be the case, which was similar to what Bai Yunlian had guessed. She said, "You can't just guess. You need definite evidence."
"Where can I get evidence? Call the police? It's useless. As long as the canteen owner doesn't sue her, none of us can do anything to her. Sister, give me a pair of stockings." There was a hole in Bai Yunping's stockings, so she simply took them off.
Bai Yunlian sat down and said, "Of course we can't call the police. We can't be involved in this matter."
"What should we do? Even if someone secretly tells the boss about it, your old Ye will definitely find a way to conceal it. After all, she is his own daughter, and he is such a face-conscious person. At most, he will scold her in private. Maybe he will even have to pay her money to make up for the loss. Do you believe it?"
Bai Yunlian believed that Ye Dingguo loved whoever made him proud. In the past, Ye Zhao was stupid and had poor grades, and Ye Dingguo disliked his daughter as much as he could. But since Ye Zhao had suddenly become smart, Ye Dingguo obviously cared more about his daughter than before.
A while ago, Principal Jia had someone send Ye Dingguo a newspaper with an announcement about Ye Zhao's winning an award. Ye Dingguo specially had the report framed, and he was extremely proud of it.
What makes Bai Yunlian most heartbroken is that Ye Dingguo is not as loving to Bai Lu as before. This is very realistic.
Bai Yunlian: "I was practicing calligraphy in the study today. I thought about it for a long time. This time we have to hide behind completely. If we can do something for Ye Zhao, then do it. If we can't do anything, then forget it. We can't be pushed out because of this matter. It's not worth it."
"Sister, what do you think?"
"We should work harder ourselves, invalidate the canteen meal cards, and let the employees return the cards."
Bai Yunlian told her sister about her idea in detail. After listening, Bai Yunping thought it was feasible. "It's not difficult to achieve. We can solve it by holding a meeting. Let Lao Yao bring it up. He is in charge of the cafeteria. Sister, please get me some socks. I have to go."
"You're not having lunch here?"
"You didn't make any movement, and I didn't see you fire a gun. What are you going to eat for lunch? I'm going out to eat."
The second monthly exam was being held these two days, with a physics exam in the afternoon. Ye Zhao and Zeng Xiang arrived at school on time. As soon as she walked into the classroom, Xiaotian came over and talked to her.
"Hey, Dazui said that the urban management at the checkpoint are clearing out illegal billboards today. I think we can't keep our banner."
Before she put down her schoolbag, Ye Zhao ran out. When she ran to the corridor, she met Zeng Xiang who had locked his motorcycle and came up. Zeng Xiang asked her, "Where are you going?"
She was afraid of affecting his exam, so she just said, "Go to the bathroom."
Ye Zhao hailed a taxi outside and arrived at the customs in more than ten minutes, just in time to see someone taking down her banner.
She hurriedly ran up to him and begged, "Uncle, uncle, please don't tear it down! If you do, our ginger won't be sold and will rot in the field."
The man who took down the banner wore a red armband and was not in uniform. He looked like a temporary worker hired by the Urban Management Bureau. He thought Ye Zhao was the child of a nearby vegetable farmer. "You are breaking the law and must take it down. A leader is coming to inspect soon. There is nothing we can do."
"I'll guard it here, and I'll tear it down when the leader comes, okay?"
The temporary worker was quite honest. He said, "No, it has to be taken down. Otherwise, you can take it down yourself and take it away. If we do that, we will have to confiscate it."
"I'll take it down, I'll take it down! Uncle, is there any way to hang it up legally?"
"Go to the Urban Management Bureau and apply. If you pass, you can get the license."
Seeing that there was no one around, Ye Zhao quickly took out three 10-yuan bills and stuffed them into the man's pockets. "Uncle, can you help me with the declaration? I don't know anything. Can you give me a hand? This is my errand fee for your help."
This girl is quite honest. The man looked around and took the money calmly, "Then take it quickly. I've worked hard and now I'm rushing back to help you apply. You can hang up if the application is approved. I'll find someone to review it for you quickly."
"Thank you, uncle. Can the review be passed today?"
The man whispered, "It will definitely not work if you go, but it won't be a problem if I go."
Ye Zhao took the banner and waited on the spot for more than two hours before the temporary worker came back on a bicycle and handed her a note, saying that it had been approved, but only one of the two banners could be hung, and it could not be hung facing the port city.
"Why? I put this banner up for guests from Hong Kong City to see."
"There is no other way. Any ugly advertisements are not allowed to be directed towards Hong Kong City. They will affect the image of our city."
Ye Zhao couldn't help but mutter, "Shenzhen is now just a rural place in the heart of Hong Kong. What image do you want? After twenty years, when you have strength, your image will naturally improve."
Although she grumbled, she had no choice but to hang the banner on the other side with the temporary workers.
By the time she finished her work, it was already five in the afternoon, and she had missed the physics exam.
When she returned home, Zeng Xiang, who had already finished school, brought her a test paper. It was said that the physics teacher was so angry that his hair stood on end when he saw Ye Zhao absent from the exam.
Ye Zhao felt guilty and immediately finished the paper diligently.
Among the people who called me these past few days, a few sounded reliable and made appointments to come and see the goods.
In case the deal with Song Rongji fails in the end, she must be prepared to sell the small yellow ginger to other people. No matter what, money must be made, and of course the best choice is Song Rongji.
Because helping Song Rongji is equivalent to hitting the Zhong family. As the family of Luo Shen's stepmother, hitting the Zhong family is equivalent to indirectly helping the villain.
It will only do good and no harm to her redemption work. This is much more reliable than writing a letter.
The first person to come and see the goods was Mr. Liu, the owner of the largest local small yellow ginger business. After looking at the goods given by Ye Zhao, he confirmed that they were new goods this year and were not infected with ginger plague.
Boss Liu didn't expect that the person doing this business was a young girl, so he asked Ye Zhao how much goods she had.
Ye Zhao didn't tell the truth, he just said: "About 20,000 to 30,000 kilograms."
It’s already pretty good to have so many. Whether you sell it to the Song family or the Zhong family, you can make a lot of money.
Boss Liu asked Ye Zhao: "How much is it per pound?"
Ye Zhao asked tentatively: "This is my first time doing this business. I don't know much about it. How much is appropriate?"
It’s even better if you don’t know the business. Boss Liu: “It depends on how much you paid for the goods.”
Ye Zhao made up a price: "I charge 1.2 yuan."
"So expensive? You're being ripped off! I see you've put out an ad, are you in a hurry to sell the goods?"
Ye Zhao smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry. We won't sell this ginger until we make the right amount of money."
"In this way, I will sell it at a loss of 1.5 yuan, and you can make 0.3 yuan per kilogram, which is a very high profit."
Ye Zhao smiled and shook his head. "I am the only one in the market that has small yellow ginger. You are showing no sincerity by offering this for 50 yuan."
The girl was quite capable and knew a lot. Boss Liu asked, "Then what's your price? How much are you willing to sell it for?"
Ye Zhao stretched out his hand: "Five dollars!"
Boss Liu immediately frowned and said, "Five yuan a pound? Dragon meat is not as expensive as yours! Do you know that a box of Song Rongji ginger candy is only more than ten yuan? You are selling it at almost the same price as Song Rongji."
Although five dollars was not an exorbitant price, it was indeed something Ye Zhao had casually said was high. She wanted to test the other party's bottom line and find out what the market's bottom line was.
"How much are you willing to pay per pound?"
Boss Liu gritted his teeth and said, "One dollar and eighty cents."
Aunt Qiao, who was listening to their conversation nearby, did a quick calculation. At 1.8 yuan per pound, the cost was 0.80 yuan. If she sold 100 pounds, wouldn't she be able to make 100,000 yuan at one time
Oh My God!
Fortunately, Aunt Qiao was able to keep her composure. When she saw Ye Zhao didn't say anything, she also didn't show any emotion.
Boss Liu later offered a price of 2.5 yuan per catty, which was his bottom line, and there was no way to raise the price any further.
If Boss Liu can offer 2.5 yuan, then he must double the price when he sells it. It seems she is still too conservative.
Ye Zhao said he would think about it again, left the other party's contact number, and said he would give the other party his reply within a week.
Boss Liu hadn't left yet when the second wave of customers arrived.
This group of guests had Hong Kong accents. There were two of them, one of whom had the surname Han. They were vague about their identities, and it was obvious that they were agents of the Zhong family.
Ye Zhao told the Zhong family's agent the truth, "I have 100,000 kilograms of ginger."
She wanted to let the other party know that her batch of ginger could bring Song Rongji back to life.
Mr. Han is a tall man. The man next to him is probably an expert. He picked up the Xishan small yellow ginger on the table, broke it open and smelled it. The two whispered something, and then Mr. Han said, "This batch of small yellow ginger you have is new. It won't last long. It's probably only a few cents on the market. But if the price is right, we can take it all."
Ye Zhao smiled and said, "We are the only family on the market that has 100,000 kilograms of Xishan small yellow ginger. Besides you, I believe Song Rongji also wants it."
Mr. Han said directly: "2 yuan per pound, I want all 100,000 pounds."
Ye Zhao smiled and shook his head: "The local merchant just now offered a higher price than you."
“How much are they willing to pay?”
"Five dollars."
The little girl has a big appetite! But obviously, she has the capital to bid.
Mr. Han held a mobile phone in his hand. He said, "Five dollars is too expensive. I can't make the decision. I'll go out and make a phone call first, okay?"
"As you please."
Watching the two people go out one after the other, Aunt Qiao followed behind and watched them go downstairs with her own eyes, then turned around and gave Ye Zhao a thumbs up: "Brutally!"
Ye Zhao shrugged: "I think they can bear higher."
Aunt Qiao was very excited: "Interesting! Interesting!"
A few minutes later, Mr. Han came back and said, "Our boss agreed. Five dollars is fine, but we want to pick up the goods tonight."
Ye Zhao: "I'm sorry, maybe you misunderstood. You just asked how much the local merchants were willing to offer, and I said five yuan. It didn't mean that I offered five yuan."
"You just..." Mr. Han was a little annoyed. She could have stopped him before he made the phone call, but she didn't stop him and let him go. When he got back from the call, she said that this was not the price she wanted. Wasn't this a deliberate teasing
Ye Zhao was indeed teasing her on purpose. She had no psychological burden to tease the unscrupulous lackey of the Zhong family.
Mr. Han couldn't get angry. After all, he was the one who came to buy. He tried to calm down and said, "What is your target price? Five yuan is the highest price in history."
"Fifty."
"What?" Mr. Han thought he had heard wrongly.
Aunt Qiao was also shocked! Fifty yuan is half a month's salary for many people in the mainland!
Ye Zhao confirmed again: "Fifty yuan per pound."
It seems that there is something wrong with his hearing. Mr. Han said, "You don't really want to sell ginger."
Ye Zhao pursed his lips and smiled: "I sincerely want to do business, otherwise why would I advertise. I am just greedy, I want to sell it at the highest price in history, unprecedented and unmatched!"
Mr. Han: "Miss, do you have any misunderstanding about Xishan small yellow ginger? You are selling ginger, not gold."
"You probably can't decide the price. I'm not in a hurry. You can go back and discuss it with your boss."
Mr. Han shook his head helplessly, turned around and left with the people who came with him.
It took Aunt Qiao a long time to come back to her senses. "Why did you offer such a price to scare people? If you can sell it for 5 yuan, you will make a lot of money."
Ye Zhao: "I don't want to sell it to them."
"Are you still waiting for Mrs. Song? What if the Song family's offer is not as high as theirs?" Before today, Aunt Qiao would not have believed that someone would be willing to spend 5 yuan to buy a pound of ginger. Now she has finally opened her eyes.
Ye Zhao wanted to have a long-term partnership with the Song family. She said, "I will sell it even if the price is not as high as theirs."
Aunt Qiao, who just now didn't believe that anyone would be willing to spend 5 yuan to buy ginger, now firmly refuses to sell it for less than 5 yuan. "That won't work! 5 yuan is a baseline, the price can't be lower than this."
Ye Zhao laughed, "I know, I'm just saying it casually, I won't sell it cheaply."
After dinner, Li Ruixiang and Aunt Qin came home from get off work and called Ye Zhao downstairs. Ye Zhao heard the call and came downstairs in his slippers.
"What's wrong?"
Li Ruixiang was eating scallion pancakes. She stood at the door and said as she ate: "The factory has issued a new policy. From now on, the meal tickets for workers will be issued uniformly by the foreman of each workshop and group. Workers will no longer need to use meal cards to exchange for tickets. It will be implemented from tomorrow."
“Why did the policy suddenly come out?”
"Who knows? Lao Yao said that after the meeting this afternoon, each workshop will start issuing meal tickets to workers tonight. From now on, no one will have to queue up to buy tickets. He said it was a good policy to benefit the workers!"
Ye Zhao understood, "That means that starting from tomorrow, a large number of people will come to return their meal cards and deposits."
"Yes, we have to prepare enough cash." Li Ruixiang heard that Ye Zhao had bought a lot of ginger recently, and she asked worriedly: "You didn't spend the deposit money, did you?"
Ye Zhao said calmly: "No."
But she used the deposit as collateral, and Ni Meng would definitely not return the passbook to her until she paid back the money.
I don't know who in the factory tried every means to get her into this quagmire, even though it meant working hard for the leaders of each workshop to distribute meal coupons and calculate meal expenses for everyone every day.
She had to go to Ni Meng to discuss it immediately.
Li Ruixiang was very worried when she saw Ye Zhao hurried out. She went into the house and said to her mother, "I have a bad feeling. Xiao Zhao may not be able to get the 40,000 yuan deposit for the workers' meal cards."
"No way? Xiao Zhao doesn't seem like such an unreliable person."
Li Ruixiang lowered her voice and said, "She has been doing the small yellow ginger business recently. Lao Qian accidentally revealed it the other day. It is said that she rented Lao Qian's truck to transport the goods. Xishan small yellow ginger is very expensive. How much will it cost to transport it by truck?"
Aunt Qin's hands started shaking when she heard this. If something really happened, she would have to take responsibility.
"What should we do then?"
Gao Yueyue came out of the room and said, "If something really happens, her father will definitely take care of it. What are you worried about?"
"That's true."
At 11:40, the bell for the end of get off work rang, and workers came to the canteen in a crowd. Everyone held lunch boxes in their hands. Some went to get their meals first, and some went to line up at the window. When the workshop leader distributed meal tickets today, he asked everyone to return their meal cards as soon as possible.
There were only a few hundred yuan in cash in the cafeteria, which was not enough to squeeze so many people out. Gan Xiaofeng at the window looked at Li Ruixiang, and Li Ruixiang didn't know what to do.
Seeing that more and more people were queuing outside, Gan Xiaofeng had no choice but to take a pen and write a few words on the window: No meal cards will be refunded today.
After this notice was posted, the workers were furious!
Soon, rumors spread that the cafeteria had embezzled the deposit and had no intention of refunding the card. Those who had originally gone to get their meals stopped doing so and quickly crowded to the window to find out what was going on.
Xiaofeng could only shout: "The policy came out too hastily. We were not prepared. We had to go to the bank to withdraw money before we could return the cards to everyone."
Someone asked when they could withdraw.
Gan Xiaofeng didn't dare to say that she could withdraw in the afternoon, so she could only say, "Tomorrow! You can withdraw tomorrow!"
Someone shouted: "This is a liar! I'm going to withdraw money now, why can I only return it tomorrow?"
Someone chimed in: "Are you trying to run away with the money?"
"If you don't return the money today, we will be stuck here."
Some people who knew Li Ruixiang came over to ask what was going on and why they couldn't get their money back.
Li Ruixiang didn't know how to answer. Ye Zhao had gone to school early this morning and hadn't finished school yet. There was nothing she could do if Ye Zhao came.
Soon Lao Yao and Director Liang came and asked why the deposit could not be refunded.
Old Yao had a chance to jump up and down this time: "What did you say at the beginning? The money is deposited with you, and you are responsible. Now it's so crowded that there's no way to get through. How are you responsible? Where is Qin Yue'e?"
Aunt Qin had already squeezed over. She had to be tough now. "You changed the policy without consulting us. We are not prepared. This is not a bank. I don't have that much cash."
Director Liang was looking at the scene outside, like an ant on a hot pan, extremely anxious. Recently, there has been a severe crackdown and factories are not allowed to make any mistakes. He had just taken office and did not want to get into trouble for this matter.
"Then go get the money quickly."
Aunt Qin said in embarrassment: "The money is in Ye Zhao's hand. She is in school and the class is not over yet."
"Didn't you tell her yesterday?"
Aunt Qin lied, "She came back very late from her senior year tutoring, and we didn't see her last night."
Lao Yao didn't believe it at all: "Who are you kidding? Don't you live in the same yard? How could you forget such an important thing?"
Gao Yueyue, who was standing nearby, was afraid that this incident would affect her interests as a shareholder, so she chimed in: "You changed the policy too suddenly, not giving people any time at all. You changed it yesterday, and today the leaders of the workshop are encouraging everyone to return their cards. You are clearly targeting them!"
Old Yao glared at her: "Hey! Why are you talking nonsense?"
"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm telling the truth!"
There was an argument inside the house, there were crowds of people outside, and the clock in the distance was striking 12 o'clock.
On the other side, in a window on the second floor of the office building, Sister Zhong and Bai Yunping stood side by side. When their colleagues downstairs saw them, they shouted, "Manager Bai, Sister Zhong, come down to eat?"
Sister Zhong shouted back, "Go by yourselves."
Sister Zhong turned to Bai Yunping and asked, "Should we call the police? I heard that they are under strict control recently. A leader is coming to inspect and no trouble is allowed. It's good to call the police and make a big fuss."
Bai Yunping gritted her teeth and said, "Go ahead and report it anonymously. I won't get involved in this matter."
Within a few minutes, three or four policemen from the nearby police station arrived, one of whom was the station chief.
After the police arrived, the workers became even more fearless, shouting, "Give us our money back! Give us our money back! Give us our money back!"
Recently some leaders came to inspect, so the management is particularly strict. Leaders of all units have issued clear orders to prevent major incidents from happening in any factory area. As a result, hundreds or even thousands of people gathered in this large factory, which is usually the most reassuring, to cause trouble. If the situation gets really serious, not to mention the annual performance appraisal, they might even lose their official hats.
The director called several responsible persons over and told them that they must solve the problem immediately, otherwise it would not be as simple as just going to the institute to have a chat. If their factory was put on the blacklist, many things would be difficult to handle in the future.
Old Yao threatened Aunt Qin: "I don't care whether you go to the police station or not. After this incident, we will take back the canteen contract!"
Director Liang just wanted to solve the problem as soon as possible: "Why not take money out of the finance department to refund the workers' deposit first, and then deduct it from the canteen's monthly settlement fee."
Lao Yao countered that the company leaders would not agree to this plan, and whoever makes the shit should clean up the mess!
The Finance Office sent Sister Zhong to coordinate. She stood in the corner with her hands up and said, "I told you long ago that the deposit must be received from the Finance Office! Something has gone wrong, right? Now I want the Finance Office to pay for it. The leader dares not agree, but I don't dare."
While the argument was still going on, Secretary Liu trotted in, panting, "Director Liang! Hurry! The boss is back and is mad upstairs. Finance will advance the money to solve the problem first. Please invite the director upstairs for tea."
Sister Zhong was slapped in the face and wondered why the finance department would pay for it, but she didn't dare to say it.
She and Lao Yao exchanged glances and muttered quietly, "The finance department didn't prepare that much cash."
Director Liang almost jumped up: "If you don't have money, go and get it! Lao Yao, explain to the workers that you should have lunch first and come back to return the card after lunch."
Lao Yao didn't dare to say no. Sister Zhong was still thinking about asking the leader to negotiate with the boss. This matter should not be done for personal gain. "I have to discuss it with our leader first."
Just then, the sound of a motorcycle was heard outside, and then a teenager walked in with a bag.
Li Ruixiang saw Zeng Xiang rushing out to greet him as if he had seen a savior, "Where's Xiao Zhao?"
"She's not free, this is the money she asked me to get."
It’s good to have money, it’s good to have money. Li Ruixiang was surprised and happy, and almost cried, "Why did you send it so late?"
Zeng Xiang: "She asked me to deliver it a little later."
I went to see if there were any evil spirits causing trouble, and it turned out there were.
Everyone looked at the money sent, some were happy and some were worried. Director Liang said, "Hurry up and arrange for the deposit to be returned."
Sister Zhong and Lao Yao looked at each other and said nothing. It seemed that Sister Bai’s information was not accurate. The girl obviously did not embezzle the deposit, but she caused them to make such a big fuss. How would this end
Ye Dingguo banged on the table in his office and yelled, "Such a small matter has been made into such a big deal! In critical times, others try to make a big deal out of a small matter, but what about you? You make a small matter into a big deal! You stir up trouble! You are so fucking capable! Which idiot called the police?! Check it out for me!"
At this time, Ye Zhao had signed the agreement with Song Tai in the warehouse outside the pass and was counting money.
(End of this chapter)