He shouted, "What's the point of losing money?", but Fatty Yu squatted on the bench again, his head hanging down.
Seeing his bearish look, Li Weidong knew that this guy was a kind-hearted master. He screamed fiercely, but when it came time to take action, he couldn't take action.
"How are you going to deal with He Wei?"
"...I, I'll find someone to beat him up!"
"Wrong! It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. Since you have made enemies, you must first kill the other party! If you don't kill him, he will kill you later! He Wei has hacked your money. After all the money is spent, he will
what to do?"
"...He can't carry it on his shoulders or raise his hands, and he has no formal job, so he can...can only work as a ticket seller."
"Where do your customers come from?"
"...Part of them are retail investors in the pigeon market, and most of them are old relationship investors...my relationship investors..."
Fatty Yu had some hesitation in his heart.
Lao He has been with him for five or six years, and among his group of younger brothers, he is considered to be the leader.
In the past, according to his generous temperament, he would have just asked Lao He to pay some money and apologize, and then the matter would be over.
Now that he is aware of the seriousness of the problem, He Wei has most of his connections in hand. Once another stove is turned on, he blows out the lamp and pulls out the wax.
After weighing the pros and cons, Fatty Yu finally gritted his teeth: "I will make it impossible for him to survive in the capital!"
"You can handle He Wei's matter later. Let's talk about business now." Li Weidong was relieved when he saw that the fat man was on the road.
If he is still soft-hearted, then there is no need to continue to cooperate.
When Fatty Yu saw that Li Weidong had finished smoking, he quickly put his hands together to help him refill: "Brother-in-law, I will hang out with you from now on."
Li Weidong said: "What are you talking about? I call you brother, how can you mess with me?"
Fatty Yu thought to himself that you don't respect me as a brother, but he said: "I'm in trouble this time. If I can't pay back the money from the ticket sellers, I really have to sell it..."
Li Weidong interrupted him: "You are not messing with me, we are a partnership. I will transport goods from other places and you will help sell them. As for the sharing, we will discuss it then."
Fatty Yu was delighted when he heard this: "It's my old job to run a stall in Geshi. Don't worry, I promise to sell everything you bring back."
Fatty Yu was afraid that Li Weidong would think he was weak, so he explained in detail how to set up a stall to sell goods.
Li Weidong also understood it, just like how he sold ore radios in the pigeon market.
It's just that Fatty has more little brothers.
The little brothers were responsible for collecting the goods in the countryside, transporting them to the capital by horse-drawn carriage when it was dark, and hiding them in the courtyard of their family.
Fatty Yu took a few pigeons with him to the pigeon market to buy bulk goods.
In fact, it is just speculation, and it does not cover people's eyes at all. If you are caught, you may have to squat on the fence.
In addition, Li Weidong's goods are not shipped in small quantities, they are purchased in tons. This distribution method is too risky.
Li Weidong said: "Selling at a stall is too dangerous. If the pigeon market is flushed, you won't be able to escape even if you want to."
Fatty Yu said: "What else can we do? We can't just put things in the supply and marketing cooperative, right?"
Li Weidong said: "If you have that ability, why do you still need to worry about hundreds of dollars in debt?"
He smoked a cigarette and pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head: "You have worked as a ticket dealer for so many times, but you don't have a few regular customers?"
Fatty Yu said: "How can I not? I, Fatty Yu, am the most kind person. Cadres, factory leaders, and private managers all like to exchange votes directly from me."
Li Weidong nodded and said: "Then we can only do business with acquaintances in the future. You can sort out the list of regular customers in the past few days and let Peng..."
Fatty Yu answered: "Pengzi, Luanzi, Leizi, Fengzi, Yunda and Luanzi. I have six little brothers. There were originally seven. Who knows how I would bully my master and destroy my ancestors!"
Li Weidong said: "Yes, you let them follow the list and implement it one by one. It is best to find out the true identity and address of those people, and then choose someone who is loyal and smart, and go with them to contact these people. Then we will come back.
If you want goods, don’t sell them in the pigeon market, but deal directly with these people. Well, this is called direct selling.”
Fatty Yu's eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh with excitement: "Yes, it's much safer this way. Besides, if they don't go to the pigeon market, we can still sell it at a high price."
Li Weidong waved his hand to interrupt him: "The price should still be the same as in the pigeon market, or even a penny or two cheaper. These people have been roped in, but they are all our connections. Whatever we want to do in the future, we will have a way."
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Fatty Yu was really impressed. This is what Weidong calls having a pattern!
There is one thing Li Weidong didn't say, that is, in this era, it is not easy to find people with spending power.
The wool needs to be pulled out little by little, and it cannot make people bald.
Regarding the goods, the two discussed for a while.
Fatty Yu suggested bringing back a batch of fruits from the south.
Things like bananas, green dates, jackfruit, etc. are very profitable and not very attractive.
He has several big customers who are not short of money and like such rare things.
Li Weidong also nodded in agreement. If you want to make money, you have to make money from rich people.
Since Fatty Yu has no capital now, the two agreed to cut off the profits after selling the goods, and Fatty Yu could only get 20%.
Fatty Yu is already very satisfied with this distribution ratio.
He has already calculated that the profit from a pound of bananas is two and a half yuan. After taking into account the losses, the net profit is one and a half yuan.
He can earn 3 cents per catty, which is more than what he earns as a ticket seller.
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Seeing that it was getting late, Li Weidong remembered to teach Yu Li how to drive, so he didn't stay any longer.
He just told Fatty Yu to deal with He Wei as soon as possible and then send someone to communicate with the customer.
Li Weidong turned to the main house along the way and listened to Uncle Yu chatting for a while about the sheep climbing the tree.
Then he rode his bicycle and left the Yu family compound facing the golden sunshine.
After sending Li Weidong away, Fatty Yu breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he worked a few votes, he could pay back all the money.
Thinking of money, Fatty Yu thought of the traitor.
"He Wei, if you dare to cheat me, you are dead!" Fatty Yu pulled out an iron chain from under the bed.
Putting on a tattered cotton-padded jacket and a tattered felt hat, he walked into the main room and said to the old man: "Dad, I won't stay home for dinner tonight. You can make do on your own."
So I got on my bicycle and walked through the streets and alleys, calling my little brothers one by one.
Pengzi, Luanzi, Leizi, Fengzi, Yunda and Luanzi soon gathered together.
There were six bicycles with iron chains hanging on the handlebars.
Luan Zi had a kitchen knife on his waist, Wen Da's weapon was a dagger with a red tail, and Lei Zi had a brick kicked into his cotton-padded jacket...
When he saw Pengzi, Fatty Yu's face turned dark, he pointed at him and shouted: "What are you doing with such a big dung fork?"
"...I am used to working in the countryside, so I can use the dung fork easily." Pengzi raised the dung fork, and something about the cycle of grains could be vaguely seen on it.
"...Okay, then you will be responsible for hanging the traitor on the dung fork."
Fatty Yu covered his face and was speechless.
He was also convinced by this stupid apprentice who had no clue.
Several people rode their bicycles and started looking for He Wei's whereabouts.
Until the sun went down, there was no result.
It's not that the information given by Li Weidong is inaccurate, but that He Wei has too many footholds.
Widow Wang's house in Zhangjia Hutong, Aunt Zhou's house in Zhupi Hutong, Liu Erpao's house in Hongxing Commune in the suburbs...there are a total of thirteen places to stay.
A few people wandered on the street until dark, and then Luan Zi got the news that someone saw He Wei at the pigeon market in the south of the city.
He Wei is carrying a leather pocket, where he is selling tickets!
Fatty Yu was so angry that his teeth were broken. This guy had indeed established a new branch.
"Let's go, let's teach that guy a lesson!"
Luanzi: "Anyone who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors will be punished by everyone!"
Lei Zi: "I'll give him a brick!"
Pengzi: "Stick him to death..."
The six people rode their bicycles straight to Pigeon City in the south of the city.
It was already dark when we arrived at Pigeon Market.
The Chengnan Pigeon Market is the same as other pigeon markets. There are lanterns on every stall, and used grains are displayed under the dim lights.
Several ticket sellers squatted on the dark roadside waiting for customers.
Business was not very good today. No one came for a while, so the ticket sellers had no choice but to hide in corners to avoid the wind.
A ticket seller who knew He Wei asked in a low voice: "Old He, I heard that you were robbed of hundreds of yuan in tickets."
He Wei took out a bag of big front doors from his arms, moved around one by one, took one in his mouth, and laughed: "Look, why don't you expect good things from me! It's not that I was robbed, it's because of this
Fatty’s ticket was robbed.”
The older ticket seller said: "Scream, Wei Zi, there is something in your words! Are you not going to follow Fatty Yu now?"
He Wei curled his lips and said: "What's the point of working with him? If you make a hundred yuan, you will give me twenty yuan. When will I get rich? It's better to make money faster by working on my own."
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