Chapter 82 Why do you want to sell my oranges?

Shengchuan had no sleep all night.

He seemed to be thinking about a lot that night, but he seemed to have no clue.Early the next morning, while helping Sheng's mother sort out the clutter at home, she saw a truck parked in front of her house again.

The driver is a fruit merchant named 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 followsUncle Cheng teamed up to do business, collecting goods together and selling them to the city.

But it was obvious that Sheng Jianghe's legs were not working anymore. The pain was so bad that he couldn't even get out of bed this morning.

Uncle Cheng was in trouble. The goods from both families were in the car. Love is love, and business is business. In this business, people have to go through clear roads to pay and deliver goods. He can't just sell the goods alone.At that time, if someone says that he has used money privately, it will be difficult to handle.

The price of fruits fluctuates wildly.

Uncle Cheng knocked on the car window and shouted out: "How about you ask my sister-in-law to follow me into the city?"

Sheng's mother had a headache and couldn't take the long-distance bus. Sheng Jianghe was about to say something when he saw Shengchuan walking out of the hall: "Are you going to the city? I'll follow you."

Sheng Jianghe was startled. After all, Shengchuan didn't seem to be nosy, so he reacted and said, "Then... then you can follow your Uncle Cheng into the city to take a look."

He rubbed the old pipe in his hand. Over the years, it had been coiled and polished, with traces of time deposited on it.

Shengchuan got directly into the co-pilot. He knew how to do things, and his appearance was clean and neat, which made him quite likable. He called him like a junior: "Uncle Cheng."

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

In their dialect here, praising one's spirit means being handsome, and there are no fancy expressions. Uncle Cheng chatted with him for a few words, and then started the car. Like Sheng Jianghe, he was also a simple and honest man: "Chuanzi, I'll go with you later."You have to learn more about selling goods in the market. You will inherit your father's business and help reduce the burden on the family in advance."

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

Shengchuan said casually: "The quality of the oranges here is high, haven't you done an advertisement?"

Uncle Cheng didn't take it seriously: "Hey, why are you doing all those bells and whistles? It's not like we can't sell our fruit."

After all, he is still old and does not understand the power of advertising effects. In today's information society, whoever does enough promotion will already win at the starting line. Most of them are micro-commerce e-commerce. People like him sell honestly.Goods are rare, but in this way, goods that could originally be sold for ten cents can only be sold for five cents or even three cents.

Shengchuan has a character that does not suffer losses. No matter what he does, it has become his habit to think about how to maximize profits. He taps his fingertips on his knees regularly. He doesn't know what he is thinking, but at present he does not understand the sales process.It’s a lot, so I can only suppress it temporarily and wait and see what the situation is.

They set off early in the morning before dawn. The journey 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. When he got off the car, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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 Shengchuan look at the car while he went in to find the unloading workers.

After a while, Shengchuan came back here again, but he still felt a little unreal. He leaned against the car door and looked around. Finally, he found that it was a road he was not very familiar with, so he withdrew his gaze again and opened the door of the car.I looked at the green cloth covering it.

Fruits are divided into different grades. The size, sweetness, color, and luster of the batches are different, and the prices are also different. The goods in this truck are obviously sorted A-grade fruits, half oranges and half oranges, and the inside cannot be seen clearly.

After the green cloth was pulled away, a whole truckload of oranges were bright and fresh. They looked quite spectacular and were in excellent quality. Shengchuan originally just stood aside and looked at the car, but the uncles and aunties passing by thought he was setting up a stall.Yes, people came up in twos and threes and asked for the price.

The wholesale price and the price sold at a stall are definitely different. I don’t know how many dealers have dealt with the goods in the middle. The price increases layer by layer. Whoever handles the goods 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 it, which are used for selling. There are also electronic scales piled in the corner. The business of door-to-door delivery must be done. Before Shengchuan met, the aunt holding the vegetable basket asked him to weigh it.With two kilograms of oranges, he subconsciously stood up straight. Before he could react, he was a little confused: "What?"

The aunt felt that his movements were awkward, so she kept urging: "Young man, hurry up and weigh two catties of oranges for me."

Shengchuan: "..." Shengchuan glanced at her and then at the door 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, forcefullyPut the orange in it while holding the scalp.

When the aunt saw how good these fruits were, she was delighted and said, "How much does it cost per pound? If it's cheaper, I'll buy a few more pounds."

"..."

How did Shengchuan know how much a kilogram cost? Hearing this, he searched the price trends on the Internet with his mobile phone without any trace, and based on the information, he got a middle price, 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 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 setting up a stall is high, the flow of people is unstable. It is okay to sell, but if it is not sold, a cart of fruits will rot after a short time. It is not as stable as selling in large quantities to a fruit merchant..

Shengchuan: "Today is a special situation. We don't sell it normally."

After the first one, there was a second and a third one. The aunt stepped forward, and another eldest sister came behind: "Hey, young man, how do you sell these oranges?"

Shengchuan: "...not for sale."

Why is it endless?

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

Shengchuan now regretted why he had to lift the green cloth with his hands. He looked at the aunt for a long time, then took out a plastic bag from the car and skillfully shook it open, and asked expressionlessly: "How many kilograms does it cost?"

The aunt snorted softly: "That's right. Your fruit is pretty good, just right for a gift. Ten pounds, you can weigh it."

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

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

Uncle Cheng had just been chatting with the boss for a while, so he was delayed for some time. When he saw Shengchuan standing beside the car, he said, "The boss is unloading another batch of goods, and the manpower is occupied. Let's wait."

Shengchuan asked him: "What price did you negotiate for this truck?"

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

Shengchuan thought that this was too much of a discount. Although the wholesale price was generally cheaper than the market price, this kind of A-grade fruit was definitely more than this price. Either Uncle Cheng was an honest person, or the boss was deliberately fooling him. He didn't know what to say at the moment..

Shengchuan: "You only sell to him? Didn't you think of asking other people about the price of the goods?"

Uncle Cheng said, "Why are you asking? We already have a regular buyer. If you go and ask, aren't you just trying to grab business? It's a violation of the rules."

Shengchuan thought about where the business would come from if you didn't steal it. Just as he was about to speak, Uncle Cheng seemed to see through his mind and patted his shoulder and said, "Silly boy, you think I haven't asked before. You don't know that this industry is in deep water.We are from out of town, and we are easily bullied. If we rush to grab business, we will be beaten, do you see?"

As he spoke, he lifted the hair from his forehead. There was an inch-long old scar on it. The doctor probably didn't take care of it properly at the time. The traces of stitches can still be seen now: "This is a lesson, kid, you can't be in a hurry when doing business.It’s not as simple as you think.”

Shengchuan said: "Then you leave every time after delivering the goods, and you don't want to stay?"

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

Of course, expand your network of contacts.

Shengchuan took a look inside the fruit market. It was crowded and really lively. There were picky 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. Look,Most of the customers who are picky and don’t want to buy are the people in charge of the hotel industry who come to inspect the goods, and these are potential customer resources.”

As he spoke, he searched around and found an old man walking leisurely. He gestured to Uncle Cheng: "Did you see that old man in a gray Tang suit? He is Han Jinshan, the leader of the catering industry in Province Z. After he retired, heThe company has been handed over to my grandson, but he likes to shop around every day to search for new things. If he can take a fancy to your goods, this is a business line."

Shengchuan had met Chen Yu a few times in his previous life when he went to a cocktail party, but not many times, but he had heard about his preferences. After all, the stories of the seniors in the shopping mall were always talked about, so it was difficult not to know.

When Uncle Cheng heard this, his mind seemed to open up a little: "You mean, let me stop looking for the fruit seller and look for these customers?"

Shengchuan glanced at him: "Not only do you have to look for it, but you also have to look for it smartly."

He said, looked at it for a long time, then raised his hand and pointed at a fat man in front of the stall and said: "Look, he has a white-bottomed round-neck chef's uniform inside his black coat, which means that his work is related to the kitchen.The red scarf is probably from the chef, who probably bought it for the hotel. He has been picking and choosing, but obviously he hasn’t found anything he likes. Either he is not satisfied with the price or the quality. In this case, you canGo up and try your luck."

Uncle Cheng's eyes lit up after what he said. He looked at Mr. Han who was wandering around the market with burning eyes, and then at the fat chef who was picking fruits, as if he was afraid that someone would run away., and quickly said to Shengchuan: "Good boy, just stay here and don't leave. I'll go check on the situation."

After saying that, he hurriedly took some good-quality fruits from the car and put them in his arms, then trotted into the wholesale market.

Shengchuan had no choice but to continue standing by the car. He still felt that the orange car was too eye-catching. He was about to put down the green cloth when he saw a white car speeding past the roadside and then backing up. The window slowlyLowered, revealing a gentle face.

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

Meeting an acquaintance while selling oranges is quite a delicate matter. Shengchuan paused when he heard this and then slowly retracted his hand: "Doctor Song?"

Song Mingxue vaguely remembered that the last time she saw Shengchuan was in the big villa, how come she was standing on the roadside in the blink of an eye. She looked around and saw no one else, only a cart of oranges: "What are you...?"

Shengchuan said calmly: "Selling oranges."

Song Mingxue was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then she reacted, nodded, and then said hesitantly: "These oranges look pretty good, then I...buy two kilograms?"

Shengchuan thought to himself what was going on today. Everyone wanted to buy oranges from him. Hearing this, he took out a plastic bag, shook it open, and then put some in. He was incredibly skillful.

Shengchuan handed the bag to Song Mingxue: "Here."

Song Mingxue reached out and took it, feeling it was heavy and heavy: "How much does it cost?"

Shengchuan: "Whatever."

Song Mingxue: "..."

Song Mingxue didn't know the market price, but she was getting free money from Shengchuan, and she felt embarrassed. She was about to say something when she suddenly heard the screeching sound of tires scraping against the ground. She subconsciously turned around, only to see two black cars.Stopped behind him.

Shengchuan was standing on the side of the road. When he saw this, he instinctively wanted to avoid it, but one of the cars stopped directly in front of him. Then the car door opened, and two bodyguard-like people got out and pushed him into the back seat of the car. The car door closed with a bang.With a muffled sound, the two cars drove away.

All this happened in the blink of an eye. Song Mingxue was standing on the roadside with a bag of oranges. Everyone was dumbfounded when she saw this. She immediately wanted to call the police. Unexpectedly, at this moment, her phone suddenly vibrated and a pop-up message appeared.received a message.

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

Shengchuan once thought that he was a death row prisoner who was about to be shot, so he moved his hands without leaving any trace, but found that he couldn't break free at all, so he had to give up.

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

The surroundings were quiet, as if there was no one around, but Shengchuan knew that there was someone sitting opposite him.

Shengchuan's face was covered with a piece of black cloth, covering his light tea eyes, but despite his warm and jade-like breath, after a moment, he whispered: "Long time no see."

As if he knew who the other party was...

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

A low, hoarse male voice with unknown meaning sounded in Shengchuan's ears: "Long time no see..."

The sun outside was almost setting. Pedestrians were coming and going, and there was more traffic on the road. Song Mingxue glanced at the messages on her phone, pursed her lips and wondered what she was thinking. Finally, she sighed and was about to leave. A man riding an electric carThe eldest sister in 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, and then realized that Shengchuan's car of oranges was unattended. She subconsciously handed over a bag of oranges in her hand, and her mind was still a little confused: "...Oranges? Is this bag okay?"

The eldest sister took it and looked at it, weighed it, and felt that the weight was acceptable. She handed it to her again: "Okay, you weigh it."

"Huh? Oh..."

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

Song Mingxue, who was left alone, held the dozens of dollars in her hand and stood there in deep thought: "..."

Not long after, Uncle Cheng came out of the market. He looked around but didn't see Shengchuan. He only found a little girl standing next to his truck. Everyone was stunned. They watched for a while and finally couldn't help but stepped forward.Asked: "Girl, who are you?"

Why are you selling my oranges???