On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Chapter 82: Why are you selling my oranges?

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Shengchuan was sleepless all night.

He seemed to think a lot that night, but he didn't seem to have any clues. In the early morning of the next day, he was helping Mother Sheng to sort out the clutter at home when he saw a truck parked in front of his house again.

The driver is the merchant who came to collect fruit, called Uncle Cheng. He often drives here to collect some goods, and then sell them to the city. Although every household grows oranges, the Sheng family has the most trees. Sheng Jianghe often follows him. Uncle Cheng teamed up to do business, received the goods together and sold them in the city.

But it was obvious that Sheng Jianghe's legs were dying, and he couldn't even get out of bed this morning because of the pain.

Uncle Cheng is in trouble. The goods from the two families are in the car. Love is love, and business is business. They have to cross the road to pay and deliver goods. He can't pull the goods to sell alone. At that time, if someone says that he has illicit money, it will be difficult to handle.

The price of fruit is always ups and downs.

Uncle Cheng knocked on the car window and shouted out, "How about you let your sister-in-law follow you into the city?"

Sheng's mother had a headache and couldn't take a long-distance bus. Sheng Jianghe was about to say something when he heard that when Sheng Chuan came out of the main room: "Go into the city, I'll go with you."

Sheng Jianghe was startled. After all, Sheng Chuan didn't look like he was nosy, and he responded, "Then you... Then you can follow your Uncle Cheng into the city to see."

He rubbed the old pipe in his hand, which had been rolled brightly over the years, and the traces of the years had been deposited.

Sheng Chuan sat directly in the co-pilot. He would come to work, and his appearance was clean and neat, which was quite likable. He called him in the attitude of a junior: "Uncle Cheng."

Uncle Cheng hadn't seen him before, so he smiled when he heard the words: "Yo, it's Jiang He's son, really spirited."

In their dialect, bragging about spirit means being handsome, nothing fancy, Uncle Cheng chatted with him, and then started the car, just like Sheng Jianghe: "Chuanzi, go with Uncle later. Selling goods in the market, you can learn more, your father's business can be inherited by you, and help reduce the burden on the family in advance."

Sheng Chuan didn't know whether he responded or not. Seeing an advertisement leaflet in the crack of the car door, he took it out to take a look, but when he saw that it was an advertisement for a certain fertilizer feed, he stuffed it back again.

Sheng Chuan said casually: "The oranges here are of high quality, so you didn't advertise it?"

Uncle Cheng didn't care: "Hey, what are you doing with those bells and whistles? It's not like we can't sell our fruit."

He is still too old and doesn't understand the power of advertising effects. It is an information society now. Whoever has done enough promotion has already won the starting line. Most of them are micro-business and e-commerce. Goods are rare, but in this way, the goods that can be sold for ten points can only be sold for five or even three points.

Sheng Chuan is a character that does not suffer. No matter what he does, it has become his habit to figure out how to maximize the benefits. He taps his fingertips on his knees regularly, and he doesn't know what he is thinking, but he currently doesn't know much about the sales process. There are many, so I can only temporarily suppress it and see the situation first.

They set off early in the morning before dawn. The road was bumpy and they arrived in the city in the afternoon. Shengchuan had not been in this kind of car for a long time, and his back was numb. He finally took a breath when he got off the bus.

Zhongxing Road is the largest fruit wholesale market in this area. Uncle Cheng already has regular customers. He parked his car on the side of the road and let Sheng Chuan watch the car while he went in to find unloading workers.

After a period of time, Sheng Chuan came back here again, and still had some unreal feeling. He leaned against the door, looked around, and finally found that it was a road he was not very familiar with, so he withdrew his eyes again and turned the car into the car. The green cloth covered looked at it.

The fruits are classified into different grades, the size, sweetness, color, and lustre are different in batches, and the prices are also different. This truck is obviously A-grade fruit that has been sorted, half oranges and half oranges, and the inside can't be seen clearly.

After the green cloth was pulled away, the oranges in the whole truck were bright and fresh. They looked quite spectacular and were of excellent quality. Sheng Chuan was just leaning on the side to watch the car, but the aunts and uncles passing by thought he was setting up a stall. Yes, come up in twos and threes to ask the price.

The wholesale price is definitely different from the price sold at the stall. I don’t know how many dealers have dealt with it, and the price increases layer by layer. Whoever handles it last is the most profitable.

The goods to be sold in the car cannot be moved, but there are two baskets of bulk goods next to them, which are just for sale. There are also electronic scales piled in the corner. Two kilograms of oranges, subconsciously stood up straight, but he didn't react, and he was a little stunned: "What?"

The aunt thought that his actions were not easy, and urged him: "Young man, hurry up and weigh me two pounds of oranges."

Sheng Chuan: "..." Sheng Chuan glanced at her, then looked at the door of the fruit market. Seeing that Uncle Cheng hadn't come out yet, he had to take out a plastic bag from the compartment of the truck half a beat, and then, under the watchful eyes of aunt, insisted Put oranges in the scalp.

When the aunt saw that these fruits were good, she was overjoyed: "How much is a catty, it's cheaper, I'll buy a few more catties."

"… "

How does Sheng Chuan know how much a pound is? Without a trace, he searched the price trend on the Internet on his mobile phone, found a middle price based on the information, and handed it to her.

The price is slightly more expensive than ordinary oranges, but the quality is good and it is worth the price.

Aunt paid the money, peeled an orange and tasted it. It was very sweet. She asked happily, "Hey, have you been selling it here?"

Of course, it is impossible to sell here all the time. Although the price of the stalls is high, the flow of people is not stable. It is good to sell them. If you can't sell them, a carload of fruits will rot after a long time. It is better to sell them in large quantities to fruit traders. .

Shengchuan: "Today's special circumstances, usually do not sell."

With the first one, there is the second and third. The aunt walks on the front foot, and another big sister comes on the back foot: "Hey, young man, how do you sell your oranges?"

Shengchuan: "...not for sale."

How come it's over.

The eldest sister stared, put one hand on her hip, and said with a reluctant look: "Hey, you young man, I saw you selling to that aunt just now. Why, you are discriminating when you sell an orange?"

Sheng Chuan now regretted why he had to open the green cloth so cheaply, looked at his aunt for a long time, then took out a plastic bag from the car and skillfully shook it away, and asked blankly, "How many pounds do you want?"

The aunt snorted softly: "Is that right, your fruit is good, the gift is just right, ten pounds, you look at the scale."

Pay with one hand and deliver with the other, officially ending the second transaction.

Sheng Chuan felt that the development of the matter was a bit beyond his imagination. He looked down at the money in his hand, hesitant and contradictory, and was about to call Uncle Cheng, but saw that the other party finally came out of the wholesale market.

Uncle Cheng chatted with the boss for a while, so it took some time. He saw Sheng Chuan standing by the car and said, "The boss is unloading another batch of goods, and the manpower is occupied, let's wait. "

Shengchuan asked him, "What price are you talking about for this truck?"

Uncle Cheng told him the price and explained, "It's a regular customer. Besides, he wants a lot of goods, so let's give some discounts."

Sheng Chuan thought that this was too much. Although the wholesale price was generally cheaper than the market price, this kind of A-grade fruit was definitely more than this price. Either the uncle Cheng was honest, or the boss deliberately fooled him, and he didn't know what to say for a while. .

Shengchuan: "You only sell it to him? Haven't thought about asking the price of the goods received by other companies?"

Uncle Cheng said: "Why are you asking that? They already have regular buyers. If you go and ask, it's just to grab business and break the rules."

Sheng Chuan thought that you didn't grab the business from where he came from, and was about to speak, Uncle Cheng seemed to see through his mind, patted his shoulder and said, "Silly boy, you thought Uncle didn't ask, you don't know, this line of water is deep, We are from other places, and we are easily bullied. We ran up to grab business in a daze, and we were going to be beaten, see?"

He said, flipping the hair on his forehead, there was an old scar an inch long on it, probably the doctor didn't take care of it at the beginning, and now the traces of the stitches can still be seen: "This is a lesson, baby, don't be in a hurry when doing business, It's not as simple as you think."

Sheng Chuan said: "Then you leave every time you finish the delivery, and you don't want to stay?"

Uncle Cheng was stunned: "The goods have been delivered, so why don't you leave?"

Of course, it is to expand the network of contacts.

Shengchuan took a look inside the fruit market. It was crowded and bustling with customers everywhere. He pulled Uncle Cheng over and pointed it out to him: "Ordinary people don't come to the wholesale market to buy fruit, you see. Most of the customers who are picky and choose not to buy are mostly people in charge of the hotel industry who come to inspect the purchases, these are potential customer resources."

He said, looked around, found the figure of an old man walking leisurely, and gestured to Uncle Cheng: "See, the old man in the gray Tang suit, he is the leader of the catering industry in Z province, Han Jinshan, after retirement The company is handed over to my grandson, but he likes to shop around every day, looking for new things, if he can see your goods, this is a business line."

When Sheng Chuan followed Shen Yu to a cocktail party in his last life, he had met him a few times, but not many times, but he had heard of his liking. After all, the stories of the seniors in the mall are always talked about, and it is difficult to know.

When Uncle Cheng heard the words, his brain seemed to have opened up a little: "You mean, let me stop looking for fruit merchants, and look for these customers?"

Sheng Chuan glanced at him: "Not only to find, but also to find smart."

He said, looked at it for a long time, then raised his finger and pointed to a slightly fat man in front of the booth and said, "Look, he has a white-backed crew-neck chef's uniform under his black coat, indicating that his work is related to the kitchen, and the The red kerchief, 80% of which is the chef, probably bought it for the big hotel. He has been picking and choosing, and obviously he has not found a satisfactory product. Either the price is not satisfied, or the quality is not satisfied. At this time, you can Go try your luck."

Uncle Cheng's eyes lit up when he said a few words. He looked at Mr. Han, who was dangling in the market, and at the fat chef who was picking fruit, as if he was afraid that someone would run away. , hurriedly said to Sheng Chuan: "Good boy, don't leave here, uncle, go check the situation."

After speaking, he hurriedly took a few good-looking fruits from the car and put them in his arms, and then trotted into the wholesale market.

Sheng Chuan had to continue standing beside the car. He still felt that the oranges in the car were too eye-catching. He was about to put down the green cloth, but saw a white car speeding past the road, and then backed up again, the window of the car slowly Lowered, revealing a gentle face.

Song Mingxue obviously did not expect to see Shengchuan here, and was a little surprised. She pushed open the car door and got out of the car, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Sheng?"

Selling oranges and meeting an acquaintance is a delicate matter. Sheng Chuan paused when he heard the words, and withdrew his hand slowly: "Doctor Song?"

Song Mingxue vaguely remembered that the last time she saw Shengchuan in a large villa, why did she stand on the side of the road in the blink of an eye, and when she looked around, she saw no one but a cart of oranges: "Are you...?"

Sheng Chuan said calmly, "Sell oranges."

Song Mingxue was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, she reacted, nodded, and then hesitantly said, "This orange looks pretty good, so I... buy two pounds?"

Sheng Chuan thought to himself what was going on today, everyone had to ask him to buy oranges, and when he heard the words, he took out a plastic bag, shook it open, and put some in it, which was incredibly skilled.

Sheng Chuan handed the bag to Song Mingxue: "Here."

Song Mingxue reached out and took it, feeling heavy and weighty: "How much?"

Sheng Chuan: "Whatever."

Song Mingxue: "..."

Song Mingxue didn't know the market price, but she was too embarrassed to eat Shengchuan for nothing. Hearing what she was about to say, she heard a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground. She turned around subconsciously, and saw two black cars. stopped behind.

Sheng Chuan was standing on the side of the road and instinctively wanted to avoid him when he saw this, but one of the cars stopped directly in front of him, and then the door opened, and two bodyguards came down and pushed him into the back seat of the car, the door closed with a bang There was a muffled sound, and the two cars drove away like that.

All this happened in a split second. Song Mingxue was standing on the side of the road carrying a bag of oranges. Seeing this, everyone was dumbfounded. When he reacted, he immediately wanted to call the police, but at this moment, the phone suddenly vibrated and popped out. a message.

When Sheng Chuan was pushed into the car, he had already guessed something vaguely, so he didn't struggle. Two big men in black put him in the middle, covering his eyes with a cloth, as if afraid that he would run away. It's like he's tied his hands together.

Sheng Chuan once thought that he was a death row prisoner who was about to be shot immediately, and moved his hands without a trace, but found that he couldn't break free, so he had to give up.

It was pitch black in his line of sight, and he couldn't even see the road. It took about twenty minutes before he was pulled out of the car, and then he was taken into a closed room and sat on a chair.

The surroundings were very quiet, as if no one was there, but Sheng Chuan knew that there was another person sitting opposite him.

Sheng Chuan's face was covered with a black cloth, covering the pair of light tea eyes, but he might as well have a warm and jade-like breath. After a while, he whispered: "Long time no see."

As if he knew who he was...

As soon as the words fell, he felt a darker shadow suddenly fall in his dim vision, shrouding his whole person, and a cool breath came over his face, familiar to his bones.

A low-pitched male voice with unknown meaning sounded in Sheng Chuan's ear: "Long time no see..."

The sun was about to set outside. Pedestrians came and went, and there was more traffic on the road. Song Mingxue glanced at the information on the phone, pursed her lips and wondered what she was thinking. Finally, she sighed and was about to leave. The eldest sister of the car suddenly stopped in front of her.

Big sister: "Girl, how did you sell these oranges? Weigh a bag for me."

Song Mingxue: "???"

Song Mingxue looked around, only to realize that Shengchuan's carload of oranges was left unattended, and subconsciously handed over the bag of oranges in his hand, but his mind still didn't turn around: "... oranges? Is this bag okay?"

The eldest sister took it over and took a look, weighed it, felt that the weight was acceptable, and handed it to her: "Come on, you can weigh it."

"Huh? Oh..."

Song Mingxue saw that there was an electronic scale next to her, so she awkwardly put it on and weighed it. She didn't know the price, so she could only make up the number based on her previous experience in buying oranges. The eldest sister probably thought it was a good deal, and left with satisfaction after paying the money.

Only left Song Mingxue clutching the dozens of dollars in his hand, standing there and falling into a state of contemplation: "..."

It didn't take long for Uncle Cheng to come out of the market. He looked around and didn't see Shengchuan, but only found a little girl standing beside his truck. Everyone was stunned. He asked, "Girl, who are you?"

Why are you selling my oranges? ?