"Brother Hai, can Brother Dasha protect us in the skinhead territory?"
Zhang Hai came over to get the water cup. Tie Jun reached out to hold him and asked in a low voice.
"Pay the money! A strong dragon will not overwhelm a local snake, and Dasha is not a strong dragon either. However, if we can have fewer contacts, we can still give him some face if something happens!
When we do our business, why do we want to do that? We can only make a little less, but don’t mess with them!"
Zhang Hai patted Tie Jun on the shoulder and reminded him not to cause trouble. Tie Jun smiled and said: "I make them laugh, because I have good faith. How strong is Brother Dasha!"
"You're so strong, there's no point in trying anyway. However, he's doing pretty well now. If he doesn't come out, he'll have to get into trouble sooner or later with Dasha's bad temper!"
Zhang Hai picked up the water glass and took a sip of water and sighed.
"That's true. After all, you have kept our compatriots safe, and this can be regarded as eliminating your own karma."
"Oh, how many things do people have to go through in this life? Good and evil are just a matter of thoughts, it depends on how you think about them!"
After Zhang Hai finished speaking, he patted Tie Jun and returned to his stall.
As it approached noon, the number of people gradually increased, and the men became more energetic, and some even started to shout.
Tie Jun discovered that Lao Maozi rarely bargains when buying things. He just asks when he picks them up, pays when he thinks they are suitable, turns around and leaves if they don't, and never sloppily deals with anything.
After the asking price for Liu Jianguo's leather coat became 4,000 rubles, the old man would hold the leather coat, yell, "Oh, my God!" and then put it down and leave.
Liu Jianguo was depressed. He didn't understand why Tiejun sold it so expensively. Even if it was just the first layer of skin, it was a full 1,000 rubles higher than others. That's 250!
Thinking of 250, Liu Jianguo tilted his head and glanced at Tie Jun sitting on the big bag. He didn't even open the bag. It was really 250.
Looking at Zhang Hai and others, they also have popular leather jackets. Tie Jun said that theirs is second-layer leather, but so what, they still cost 3,200 rubles, and there are not many left.
"Brother, we can't do this! This is no longer a sell-out!"
Seeing every store open and selling out very quickly, Liu Jianguo finally couldn't help it anymore and turned to ask Tie Jun.
"Oh, you guys are really ink. If you want to sell it, just sell it. Didn't I tell you that you have the final say on your own goods?"
Sister Li was unhappy. She thought to herself that if the goods were not supplied by Tiejun, they would not even ask for the original copy. Saying that the goods were settled after they were sold would be tantamount to a transaction without original instructions.
Also, we agreed to sell them together, but they are not in a hurry even though they have pledged so much goods. It’s only been all morning, so what’s the rush for you?
In fact, it's not surprising that Liu Jianguo was anxious. They were both soldiers and had little work experience. When doing business, they only looked at what was in front of them. They didn't even know what to do when they used their brains.
This is like the different levels of dealers: the first-rate dealer offers tanks and airplanes, the second-rate dealer offers red pine scrap steel, and the third-level dealer offers mink watches.
In Wuyang Wuyang's army of traitors, first-class traitors are rare, second-level traitors form gangs, and third-level traitors work hard.
As for Liu Jianguo and others, they are the most typical third-class businessmen who work hard and concentrate on selling goods. They don't understand anything about market analysis, customer demand, and goods grade.
"Sister Li, what you said is boring. What kind of people are Brother Tie? Our brothers are not fools. When they take us, I, Liu Jianguo, will always think of me.
I'm a rough guy, I haven't seen much of the world, and I'm worried that I won't be able to sell my goods, because I've never done anything before!
But when it comes to sharing weal and woe, we have been among the dead, not to mention this small amount of money, just to carry the gun for my brothers, even if I, Liu Jianguo, blink an eye, I am not worthy of being called a Chinese soldier!"
Liu Jianguo's eyes widened, he patted his big bag and yelled at Sister Li. Tie Jun was not in a hurry, no matter how noisy, what he said at this time was true.
"Sister, Brother Liu, I know you are not evil-minded. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to come together. Let's just quarrel. Don't hurt the harmony.
It's my fault for not making it clear. In fact, I just want to use this piece of leather clothing to judge whether my analysis and strategy are correct.
I’m really not in a hurry, the worst I can do is sell it cheaper in the afternoon, but if we can sell it for more money, we just go with the flow, wouldn’t it be a bit of a loss?”
After Tie Jun finished speaking, Sister Li and Liu Jianguo nodded together, and Jianjun said: "Brother Tie, without you, we wouldn't be here so quickly. Just take care of it, we believe in you!"
Just as Jianjun finished speaking, two Soviet girls came over, one with blond hair and the other with chestnut hair. The blond girl picked up a half-length leather jacket and asked: "Si Guoli Ga?" (How much does it cost?)
"4000 rubles!"
Jianguo quickly replied in imperfect Russian. The two girls didn't leave. They pinched the sleeves of their leather jackets and rubbed them, then opened them to look inside.
Tie Jun did not move, still sitting on the big bag and observing the two girls. They were very beautiful, no more than 20 years old, and both were about 1.75 meters tall.
The blonde girl is thinner, wearing a silver windbreaker, a white shirt underneath, a black long skirt, black high heels, and a silver wallet in her hand.
The chestnut-haired girl is very plump. She is wearing a red windbreaker with a white shirt underneath, a long black skirt, and black high-heeled shoes. She has a perfect S-shape.
Tiejun's semi-length leather jacket suffers a little secret because it uses a lot more leather. Most old men don't care about this and only look at the price. Mainly because they are short of money.
As for these two girls, they look like the kind of owners with well-to-do families. What they look for is whether the style is novel enough, whether the leather is good, and whether the workmanship is fine.
The actual cost of these Niu Tie's leather jackets was more than the 100 yuan he and Tie Jun had mentioned. The reason why he said 100 yuan was, firstly, to get back the 50,000 yuan deposit, and secondly, because he was afraid that Tiejun would find it too expensive.
This is still first-hand. The manufacturer gets the goods directly. Like the dealer, most of them get the goods from the Beijing Clothing Wholesale Market, with another step of adding a price increase in the middle.
Therefore, it is normal for Tiejun to sell at a higher price. After all, the strength, elasticity, and process plasticity of the first layer of leather and the second layer of leather are much different.
"Uncle, can you help me?"
The girl with chestnut hair looked at a few people, her eyes stopped on the tallest Tie Jun, and she asked.
Tiejun's cheeks were bulging, he was a little angry, his eyes were quite big, it was the light bulb that happened, he was confused, how did he become an uncle?
"Tell me, honey, what do you want uncle to do?"
You must have self-cultivation, and it is not a loss to be an uncle. Tie Jun comforted himself in his heart and jumped off the big bag.
"You are so young, how can you take advantage of me?"
Seeing Tie Jun's face clearly, the girl became unhappy, puffing out her cheeks and staring at Tie Jun.
"I'm sorry, I have bad eyesight. I thought you two were kindergarten babies!"
"Grrrr!"
The two girls laughed together, and the chestnut-haired girl covered her mouth and pointed at Tie Jun.
"I want to send my father off. He is about the same size as you. Blind brother, please help me!"
Let the blind be blind!
Tie Jun walked over, put on his leather jacket, took a few steps forward, turned around, and swung a pistol under his chin, which was now fashionable but would be old-fashioned in later generations.