When the waiter heard this, he was shocked and hurled out vulgar words, "Is that poor guy really here to fight the autumn wind? I knew he wasn't holding it in. The shopkeeper put it down and I will close the door tightly and make sure he won't open it when he comes back."
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"What do you mean by that?" Fu Yong couldn't react for a moment. After he figured it out, he slapped him in the face without waiting for the clerk to tell, and shouted sternly: "Master Xiong is my good friend.
How can you slander me at will? Get out of here right now!"
The waiter was slapped and was stunned for a moment. He covered his face and said with a cry: "Shopkeeper, I..."
"Get out! Now. If you don't get out right away, believe it or not, I will arrest you and take you to see an official?" Fu Yong was so anxious that he didn't even bother to explain to such a person, so he threatened himself.
As soon as he heard the officer, the man was so frightened that he pissed himself and said quickly: "I'm getting out, I'm getting out now..."
There was only one clerk, but Fu Yong ignored him when he saw him leaving. He hurriedly cleaned up, brought his manpower, and raced against time to buy cotton.
The next day, a notice was posted at the door of the Banknote Bureau, which instantly attracted the attention of merchants in the capital.
Purchase five thousand kilograms of cotton at a price of two hundred cents per kilogram until the harvest is full.
Faced with such a high price that had never appeared before, the merchants who had sold the cotton in their hands naturally beat their chests. At the same time, they reacted quickly one by one, without having time to exchange greetings with those around them, and even quietly left quickly one by one.
Prepare to make some purchases through your own channels to make a fortune.
The merchants who had cotton in their hands also got the news, but they did not rush to the banknote bureau to sell it, but sat down in a private room of a restaurant. Three middle-aged people and an old man gathered around a table.
Table for tea.
After drinking two pots of tea, a middle-aged man couldn't help but asked the senior man: "Mr. Dong, how should this matter be done? Please come up with a charter."
The old man didn't react at all.
On the other hand, the person opposite this person immediately laughed out loud, "What? Yu Dongjia, can't you sit still? If you can't sit still, you can just do like those small households and quickly go out to buy things. Are you still waiting?
What are you doing here?"
The middle-aged man who was called Yu Dongjia suddenly felt angry in his chest and his face flushed, "Zheng Zecheng, please stop fanning the flames here. Do you think I am one of those small families without a backer? There is someone behind you Taiji, I am Fuqi.
There are people behind it, if you have the guts, let's fight openly and openly to see who can't stand it."
Taiji and Fuqi are both equally powerful, but they are both a bit inferior to the old man surnamed Dong. In addition, they are enemies because they are colleagues. Whenever these two people meet, they will almost start to fight each other.
The old man surnamed Dong saw the anger between the two and quickly waved his hand to stop them, "Okay. We are here to discuss the cotton matter today, not to see you quarreling."
Under Mr. Dong's intervention, the two of them looked at each other fiercely and temporarily put aside their plans to attack Maimang.
After coming over for a while, Dongjia Yu asked again: "Mr. Dong, please give us an idea on what to do. Everyone is still waiting for you to come up with a charter."
The three of them looked at Mr. Dong.
Mr. Dong smoothed his gray beard and spoke slowly, "Those traders who are rushing out to buy cotton are nothing to worry about. As long as we don't want them to make money, they won't make any money."
Mr. Dong glanced at the three people present and saw that they were all waiting for his next step. He felt very satisfied. He was very satisfied with this feeling of being responsible for himself. He has reached his current status from an ordinary merchant. This is his
The thing I'm most proud of.
The three of them looked at each other, and Zheng Zecheng asked: "What should we do? Please let Mr. Dong know clearly. We can just advance and retreat together."
"Yes, yes, let's advance and retreat together and get rich together." The other two people agreed.
After coughing twice, the old man continued: "It's very simple. We just need to say hello and prevent those small vendors from reaching the entrance of the banknote bureau. There is only one way to the banknote bureau, which is easy to do.
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"Yes, yes, it's just a matter of saying hello. It's too easy. Then we will intercept those people outside, and we can also buy cotton directly from them."
"That's right, take it away from them and sell it directly to the banknote bureau. This also saves us the trouble of traveling back and forth, hahaha."
"Of course the cotton must be collected, but the price cannot be based on the current market price. I think we should give them the price of new cotton collected last year."
"Then what if they bite the bullet and don't sell it?"
"Then let them hold it and see who can drag whom. Anyway, we don't have any losses whether we buy cotton or not. And they are eating what the horse chews. How long can they drag it? And the longer they drag it on, the greater their losses will be.
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"That's right, we will lower the price in less than a day. They won't be able to bear it for five or six days at most, and they will have to sell even if they lose money."
The three of them seemed to have been enlightened by an expert, and inspiration flashed in their minds one by one.
You say, I finish. The three of them looked at Mr. Dong.
Mr. Dong then blinked his eyes and said slowly: "Your ideas are all very good, so just do it like this."
When the three of them heard this, their faces were filled with smiles.
"but......"
"But what? Please speak frankly, Mr. Dong." When the three of them saw this, they thought there was something wrong with their ideas.
Mr. Dong took a sip of tea and continued: "However, these five thousand kilograms of cotton are not enough for us. Divided equally, it is only more than a thousand points per person. It is like chicken ribs. It is a pity to throw away the food if it is tasteless."
Zheng Zecheng didn't know why and asked doubtfully: "But Mr. Dong, the Banknote Bureau only purchases five thousand jins now. Everyone has said that it will be collected until it is full."
Mr. Dong glanced at Zheng Zecheng and did not answer him.
Yu Dongjia seemed to be sipping some flavor and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Dong, what do you mean?"
"What I mean is that since the Banknote Bureau has collected 5,000 jins at once, then they may be able to ask for 6,000 jins or 8,000 jins. How many jins will be purchased cannot be left to the people of the Banknote Bureau.
We should see how much we can buy from those vendors. No matter how much cotton is received, the Banknote Bureau should buy it all. The treasure banknote lifting department is just an eighth-grade official, in this capital city
Inside, you can hit an eighth-grade official by just throwing a stone. As long as the person behind us says a word, he will not be able to obey."
"And the price... Since it's a business, we should naturally raise the price. At that time, only we will have this cotton. Things are rare and expensive, so the price will naturally rise.
Yes, I think at least three hundred cash per pound is appropriate."
"What Mr. Dong said is absolutely..."
"Extremely..."
The three of them smiled happily and agreed.
To say that they are worthy of their support for Mr. Dong, look at Mr. Dong’s level, he is extraordinary when he makes a move.
Sellers and buyers eat together, look, this is the style of a strong player in the business world.
The four of them made an agreement and started thinking about their own plans to make a fortune. Some people were still thinking, why did they only sell banknotes for 300 cents a pound? Give him one when the time comes, and the price would go up every other day, maybe it would be the last pound.
Maybe it can be sold for 400 yuan.
In the evening of the next day, Fu Yong hurried back with a convoy carrying two thousand kilograms of cotton. Looking at it from a distance, thinking that the banknote bureau was just ahead, Fu Yong felt confident.
This time he spent all his family property to buy cotton. Xiong Shi revealed the news to him in advance and gave him a two-day head start. This was too difficult. Under such circumstances, he would not have dared to do it.
It's a big gamble, so he might as well stop doing business and go home to take care of his children.
Moreover, last night, the clerk he left behind to inquire for information had already reported to him the news that the Banknote Bureau had posted a notice to purchase cotton at a high price.
This made the only worry in Fu Yong's heart disappear completely. As long as the Banknote Bureau buys cotton, the two thousand kilograms of cotton behind him can make him a big fortune. The hard work of traveling day and night, and everywhere
The hassle of acquiring it was worth it.
Fu Yong sat down exhausted. After working hard for several days, he suddenly felt relaxed when he saw that there were no more mistakes. He just wanted to find a place to have a good rest.
The convoy kept moving forward, but was suddenly stopped at an intersection.
"What happened?" Fu Yong suddenly woke up after hearing this and asked in a deep voice.
A waiter hurriedly ran over from the front and said, "Shopkeeper, there are people from the inspection department checking in front. Everyone is waiting in line."
After hearing the inspection by the inspection department, Fu Yong didn't think there was anything wrong.
This is the boundary of the capital city, and the inspection department often blocks roads for inspections on a routine basis. This is not unusual.
However, when it came to Fu Yong, he still cheered up and negotiated with the people from the Inspection Department.
"This official, I am Fu Yong, is doing business in the capital. This is the road guide. Please take a look."
Seeing that there was no problem with the road guide, the people from the inspection department also smiled and talked to Fu Yong, "Easy to say, easy to say." They did not send anyone to check the convoy behind, which made Fu Yong relieved. It should be routine as usual.
Inspection.
Suddenly, a man from the inspection department pointed to the convoy behind and asked, "Manager Fu, what are you pulling behind here?"
"Sir, I have some cotton for business in the capital." Fu Yong didn't pay attention and said truthfully. In his opinion, cotton is not a prohibited thing and there is nothing to hide.
Who would have thought that when the people from the Inspection Department heard Fu Yong's words, their expressions suddenly changed. He threw the road guide into Fu Yong's hands and his tone was completely different from before, "Mian Mian can't go through. Go to the side and line up first."
When Fu Yong heard this, he felt like a bolt from the blue. A trace of greenness appeared on his face, and he asked with trembling lips: "Sir, why is this?"