Chapter 82 Why Are You Selling My Oranges?

Chapter 82 Why Are You Selling My Oranges?

Sheng Chuan was sleepless all night.

He seemed to think a lot that night, but he didn't seem to figure out anything. In the early morning of the next day, he was helping Sheng's mother to tidy up the sundries at home, when he saw a truck parked in front of his house again.

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

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

Uncle Cheng is in trouble, the goods of the two companies are all in the car, the love is divided into love, and the business is business. They have to go through a clear road to pay and deliver the goods. He can't pull the goods to sell alone. At that time, if someone said that he had an affair with money, it would be difficult to handle.

The price of fruit is inherently fluctuating and uncertain.

Uncle Cheng knocked on the car window and yelled out, "Why don't 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 saw Sheng Chuan walking out of the main room, "Are you going to the city? I'll follow."

Sheng Jianghe was taken aback. After all, Sheng Chuan didn't look like a nosy person, so he reacted and said, "Then you...then you can follow your Uncle Cheng into the city to have a look."

He stroked the old pipe in his hand. It had been coiled brightly over the years, with traces of time.

Sheng Chuan got into the co-pilot directly, he was able to come, and he looked clean and neat, quite likable, so he called him "Uncle Cheng" in the attitude of a junior.

Uncle Cheng had never seen him before, so he smiled when he heard this, "Yo, he's Jiang He's son, he's so energetic."

In their dialect here, boasting spirit means being handsome, and there is nothing fancy about it. Uncle Cheng chatted with him, and then started the car. Like Sheng Jianghe, he is also a simple and honest person. "Chuanzi, I will go to the market with Uncle later." Selling goods, you should learn more, your father's business can be inherited by you, and you can help the family reduce the burden in advance."

Sheng Chuan didn't know whether he responded or not, he saw an advertising leaflet in the crack of the car door, took it out and looked at it, but saw that it was an advertisement for a certain fertilizer and feed, so he stuffed it back.

Sheng Chuan said casually, "The oranges here are of high quality, didn't you make an advertisement?"

Uncle Cheng didn't take it seriously, "Hey, what are you doing with those fancy things, it's not like our fruit can't be sold."

After all, he is still old and does not understand the power of advertising effects. Now it is an information society. Whoever does enough promotion has already won at the starting line. Most of them are micro-businesses and e-commerce companies. It is quite rare, but in this way, the goods that could have been sold at a tenth price can only be sold for five cents or even three cents.

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

They set off early in the morning before dawn, and arrived in the city in the afternoon after a bumpy journey. Sheng Chuan hadn't been in this kind of car for a long time, his back was numb, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he got off the car.

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

After a while, Sheng Chuan came back here again, still feeling a little unreal. He leaned against the car door, looked around, and finally found that it was a road he was not very familiar with, so he looked back and turned the car. The green cloth covered looked at it.

Fruits are graded, with different batches of different sizes, sweetness, color and luster, and different prices. This truck is obviously sorted A-grade fruit, half oranges and half oranges, and you can't see clearly inside.

After the green cloth was pulled away, a whole truckload of oranges was bright and fresh. It looked quite spectacular, and the appearance was excellent. Sheng Chuan was just leaning on the side to watch the car, but the old men and women who passed 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 at the stall. I don’t know how many vendors I have dealt with in the middle, and the price increases layer by layer. Whoever sells it last will be the most profitable.

The goods to be sold on the car cannot be moved, but there are two baskets of bulk goods next to them, which are for sale, and there are electronic scales piled up in the corner, so the door-to-door business must be done. With two catties of oranges, he subconsciously stood up straight, but before he could react, he was a little confused, "What?"

The aunt thought his movements were clumsy, and urged her repeatedly, "Young man, hurry up and weigh two catties of oranges for me."

Sheng Chuan "..."

Sheng Chuan glanced at her, and then at the entrance of the fruit market. Seeing that Uncle Cheng hadn't come out yet, he had to slowly pull out a plastic bag from the compartment of the truck, and then, under the watchful eyes of the aunt, put oranges in it. .

The aunt saw that these fruits were good, and she beamed with joy, "How much is a catty, it's cheaper, I'll buy a few more catties."

"..."

How did Sheng Chuan know how much it cost per catty? He searched the price trend on the Internet with his mobile phone without any trace, and found a middle price at his discretion, and then handed it to her.

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

The aunt paid the money, peeled an orange and tasted it, it was so sweet, she asked happily, "Hey, have you been selling here?"

Of course, it is impossible to sell here all the time. Although the price of selling a single stall is high, the flow of people is unstable.

The wholesale sales to fruit merchants have been stable.

Sheng Chuan: "Today is a special situation, and we don't usually sell it."

With the first one, there will be the second and the third one. The aunt walked forward, and another big sister came behind. "Hey, young man, how do you sell these oranges?"

Sheng Chuan "...not for sale."

Why is it endless.

The eldest sister stared, with one hand on her hip, with a look of reluctance, "Hey you young man, I just saw that you sold it to that aunt, why, selling an orange is discriminating against it?"

Sheng Chuan has now regretted why he had to lift the green cloth with his hands, and looked at the aunt for a while, then took out a plastic bag from the car and shook it skillfully, and asked blankly, "How many catties?"

The aunt snorted softly, "That's right, your fruit is good, and it's just right for a gift, ten catties, you can weigh it by yourself."

Pay with one hand, deliver with one hand, and officially end 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 conflicted, and was about to call Uncle Cheng, but he saw that the other party finally came out of the wholesale market.

Uncle Cheng just chatted with the boss for a while, so he was delayed for 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."

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

Uncle Cheng told him the price, and explained, "He is a regular customer, and besides, he wants a lot of goods, so we have to give some discounts."

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

Sheng Chuan, "Are you only selling to his family? Have you ever thought about asking the price of the goods received by other houses?"

Uncle Cheng said, "What's the point of asking that? They already have regular purchasers. If you go to ask, it's just stealing business. It's a bad rule."

Sheng Chuan thought that you wouldn't grab the business from where, and was about to speak, Uncle Cheng seemed to see through his mind, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Silly boy, do you think Uncle didn't ask, you don't know, this business is deep, we He is from another place, so he is easy to be bullied, and if he runs up to grab business in a daze, he will be beaten, see?"

As he said, he brushed the hair in front of his forehead, and there was an inch-long old scar on it. The doctor probably didn't treat it well at the time, and now he can still see the traces of stitches. It's as simple as you think."

Sheng Chuan said, "Then you left every time you delivered the goods, and you didn't think about staying?"

Uncle Cheng was taken aback, "The goods are all delivered, why don't you leave?"

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

Sheng Chuan took a look inside the fruit market, it was crowded with people, it was really lively, and there were picky customers everywhere, he pulled Uncle Cheng over, and pointed to him, "Ordinary people don't come to the wholesale market to buy fruit, look inside Most of those customers who pick and choose, just look at but not buy, are the people in charge of the hotel industry who come to inspect and purchase, and these are potential customer resources.”

As he said, he searched around and found the figure of an old man who was taking a leisurely walk. He gestured to Uncle Cheng, "Did you see that old man in the gray Tang suit? He is Han Jinshan, the leader of the catering industry in Province Z. I left it to my grandson, but I like to shop around every day to find new things, if he can fancy your goods, this is a business line."

When Sheng Chuan went to receptions with Shen Yu in his previous life, he met him a few times, but not many times, but he had heard about his preferences. After all, the stories of seniors in shopping malls are always talked about, so it's hard not to know.

When Uncle Cheng heard this, his mind seemed to open a little bit, "You mean, tell me not to go to the fruit merchant, but to go to these customers?"

Sheng Chuan glanced at him, "Not only do you want to look for it, but you also need to look for it smartly."

He said, looked at it for a while, then raised his finger to a fat man in front of the booth and said, "Look, there is a white round-neck chef's uniform under his black coat, which shows that the work is related to the kitchen. Corner scarves, most likely the chef, probably purchased for a big hotel, he has been picking and picking, obviously did not find a satisfactory product, either the price is not satisfactory, or the quality is not satisfactory, at this time you can go up Take your chances."

Uncle Cheng's eyes lit up when he said a few words, and he looked at Mr. Han who was dangling in the market, and then at the fat chef who was picking fruits, as if he was afraid that someone would run away , and hurriedly said to Sheng Chuan, "My dear boy, just stand here and don't leave. Uncle, go and see the situation."

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

Sheng Chuan had no choice but to continue standing beside the car, he still felt that the car of oranges was too eye-catching, and was about to put down the green cloth, but saw a white car speeding by the side of the road, and then backed up again, the windows of the car slowly opened. Lowered, revealing a gentle face.

Song Mingxue obviously didn't expect to see Sheng Chuan here, she was a little surprised, she opened the door and got out of the car, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Sheng?"

It's a delicate thing to meet an acquaintance while selling oranges. Sheng Chuan paused when he heard this, and slowly withdrew his hand, "Doctor Song?"

Song Mingxue vaguely remembered that the last time she saw Sheng Chuan was still in the big villa, why she stood on the side of the road in the blink of an eye, looked around, saw no one else, only a cart of oranges, "You are...?"

Sheng Chuan said calmly, "Sell oranges."

Song Mingxue was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, then she came to her senses, nodded, and then said hesitantly, "The oranges look pretty good, so I... buy two catties?"

Sheng Chuan wondered what happened today, everyone wanted to buy oranges from him,

Wen Yan took out a plastic bag, shook it open two or three times, and then put some in it. His skill was unbelievable.

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

Song Mingxue reached out to take it, feeling heavy and weighty, "How much?"

Sheng Chuan "Whatever."

Song Mingxue "..."

Song Mingxue didn't know the market price, but she was eating Shengchuan for nothing, and she was embarrassed. He was about to say something when she heard the screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground. She subconsciously turned her head and saw two black cars. stopped behind.

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

All this happened in an instant. Song Mingxue was standing on the side of the road carrying a bag of oranges. When she saw the situation, she was dumbfounded. sent a message.

When Sheng Chuan was pushed into the car, he had already vaguely guessed something, so he didn't struggle. Two big men in black sandwiched him from left to right, and directly covered his eyes with a cloth, as if they were afraid that he would run away. As if, even his hands were tied up.

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

His vision was pitch black, and he couldn't even see the road clearly. After about twenty minutes, he was pulled out of the car, and then brought into a closed room, where he sat on a chair.

The surrounding was very quiet, as if there was no one there, but Sheng Chuan knew that there was someone sitting opposite him.

A black cloth was covering Sheng Chuan's face, covering his light tea eyes, but his warm and jade-like breath, after a while, he said in a low voice, "Long time no see."

As if knowing who the other party is...

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

A low and hoarse male voice with unknown meaning sounded in Sheng Chuan's ear, "Long time no see..."

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

Eldest sister, "Girl, how do you sell these oranges? Weigh a bag for me."

Song Mingxue "???"

Song Mingxue looked around, only to realize that Shengchuan's cart of oranges was left unattended, and subconsciously handed over a bag of oranges in his hand, his mind was still a little off, "...Oranges? Is this bag okay?"

The eldest sister took it over, looked at it, weighed it, and felt that the weight was acceptable, so she handed it to her again, "OK, you can weigh it."

"Huh? Oh..."

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

Only Song Mingxue held the tens of dollars in his hand, and stood there in a state of contemplation, "..."

Not long after, Uncle Cheng came out from the market. He searched around but didn't see Sheng Chuan, only found a little girl standing next to his truck. Everyone was stunned. After watching for a while, he couldn't help but stepped forward. "Girl, who are you?"

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