Boss Qian and Boss Wang did come over very early the next morning, and they probably bought tickets for the early morning, so they were very sincere!
However, when I arrived at Song Tan's house, I was dumbfounded.
Because there are not many people left in the family.
And Qiaoqiao took them up the mountain. In the chestnut garden, several long bamboo poles were banging on the branches. If they walked closer, they were really afraid of fist-sized brown chestnut bags hitting them directly!
"Why did the fight start now?" Boss Wang hesitated:
"Why is Boss Song so confident? We haven't tasted it yet and we haven't negotiated the price yet, right? She's going to take the chestnuts now. What if we don't reach an agreement?"
He was still a little uncomfortable, thinking that this was some kind of moral kidnapping that people talk about nowadays?
However, Boss Qian has a different view.
I saw him saying warily: "Is it possible that the price offered by that man named Chang is too high? Boss Xiao Song couldn't help it, so he agreed!"
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But as I walked, I couldn't help feeling...
You are still so cheerful... Boss Qian is not very touched in his heart.
It tastes so good that I can eat a whole bunch of it dry!
Those seven acres of chestnut orchard were actually used by seven people.
Qiao Qiao was stunned for a moment, then she realized: "Don't be burdened by them, your family has not arranged how to deal with the chestnuts. If you are sure they want it later, you can keep it and sell it yourself."
Boss Qian was also worried: "Pang Tengcui, what are they going to do with the chestnuts left at home? Are they also going to let them be taken out in the online store's live broadcast room?"
The chestnuts are not old yet, and the texture is not crisp and tender, but when you take a bite, this ordinary sweet aroma that becomes more and more mellow still bursts out in your mouth.
Until then, the beating of chestnuts suddenly came to an end. I guess I was beating too hard with the bamboo pole and had to take a break.
But the wholesale price is seventy-one pounds. Who should we sell our sugar-fried Song Tan to?
The cost price is seventy-one pounds. I will rent a thermal warehouse later. I really want to know how to sell it to make money?
Then, I couldn't help but start to get excited.
The two of them looked at each other and felt a little bad.
As you said this, you rummaged around in the ground again and pulled out a chestnut bag that had not yet exploded. Then you took out eight shiny and round chestnuts from the outside.
I want to go in and take a look. The golden cherry blossoms on the fence are trimmed to a good extent, but the heavy chestnut bags inside were also crackled and fell randomly.
The next time I saw it, peaches were sold in hundreds of boxes for 80 per catty.
"They taste it first."
Darling, those chestnuts are eaten as fruit, at least as ingredients to stew soup, make snacks, or stir-fry with sugar.
And it must be used for cooking...Forget it, what kind of chicken should be used to match such bad chestnuts?
You were still carrying a bamboo pole under your shoulders, and you were wearing a motorcycle helmet under your head. At this moment, you were racing against time to retreat. You turned around and retreated from the garden, and then joined the eight people invited to unite the front.
Boss Qian was determined, and took the initiative to express his position at that time: "The price is not low, but you still want to think about it..."
Then, then, then, if you say it out loud, you will be embarrassed!
It's just that we still begged for it a while later, but now that everyone has knocked the chestnuts, we want it again...
"Boss Qian, why are they here so early?"
Excluding labor and various costs, you should be able to earn a little less than the wholesale price of 70.
So much so that the two of them stood far apart, not daring to take a step beyond their reach.
My name is the taste of chestnuts in my hands.
Knowing why, Boss Qian and Boss Wang shrank their necks, and immediately followed Pang Teng up the mountain in despair.
"Boss Song, are those chestnuts for you? What's the price?"
Boss Qian finally seized the opportunity and shouted loudly: "Boss Song, is Boss Song here?"
Lao Wang sighed: "Don't think about it, 40 per catty, transportation and storage labor... He can't sell it for 80 per catty, or are you incapable?"
I was the first to make an entrance.
When I talked about that, I was obviously very excited: "The little iron pots have white quartz sand on the outside! Then plug in the electricity, and they will roll and roll with the sandalwood..."
However, Lizi shook his head: "It doesn't matter! My sister also said that the groups are the same, so you plan to sell it yourself - you also ordered eight sugar-fried songtan machines!"
Boss Wang burst into tears instantly: "Well, that's too expensive!"
Boss Wang wanted to say less, but Boss Qian could not hold back and hit a straight ball:
"You will understand whether the chestnuts or peaches are bad. The tentative wholesale price is seventy-one catties. The specific output is calculated, but if it is seven thousand catties, it will not be available."
Pang Teng laughed: "Don't be careless. Originally, we negotiated the price first for the abnormal process. You saw that there was no rain in the next eight days, so you delayed the call."
While Li Zi was talking, he couldn't help but fantasize: "Song Tan fried like that must be very delicious, right?"
At this moment, as soon as Qiao Qiao joined in, you danced the thick and long bamboo pole like a tiger, and the chestnut tree behind was smashed on the head and face, and chestnut bags fell one after another...
But the chestnuts were smashed and smashed, and small areas were attacked in groups. In order to take them all back home as soon as possible, and because of the instruction to "count them as one day even if they work for a full day", the young man worked hard.
But if it is sold like that...
That was not a strange idea, and Boss Qian could not help but imitate the process in his mind.
After a while, Song Tan was seen walking out from the depths of the chestnut forest carrying a long bamboo pole.
If she had come to book a garden with us, Qiao Qiao could have sold out all the stores offline.
"You can keep the remaining two to eight thousand kilograms and process them into sugar-fried panteng. Forty-one kilograms can still be sold."
"Old Wang, he said, are you too authentic?"
I said without feeling depressed: "He said that after working for so many years, how can he develop a low-end customer? It is still like a live broadcast room."
Qiao Qiao also kept it secret: "If they definitely want it, Boss Chang will probably take away at least a thousand kilograms. I will use it to make refreshments outside the hotel."
"If they want to rent a garden, they can just pay 180,000 yuan."
Yes, just a little bit.
Who would buy it?
I looked at Boss Wang again: "Old Wang, are you sure he wants it?"
But at that time, my shortcomings became apparent - I had almost no low-end customers!
Then when I think about it, it feels even better in my heart.
But think about the sky-high price of seventy-one pounds!!!
Boss Wang sighed: "Yes, if you really have customers in that area, you can develop by taking it back."
Even if not, it will be accumulated from the Yunqiao Fairy Peach next time. But peaches and chestnuts are completely different in their attractiveness to people.