Chapter 150 150 Sneaking Around

Chapter 150 150. Fishing on the sly

Song Tan knew that the yield of the vegetables in his own field would not be low, so he nodded:

"When the vegetables in the field mature in large quantities, we must find someone to buy them."

Otherwise, I don't have the time or energy to come to the vegetable market every day.

From morning to night, it is definitely no problem to produce more than a thousand kilograms of vegetables. But the problem is that there are a lot of things to do at home, and now it is the limit to come every other day.

As for the price...

"The same price, 20 yuan per kilogram, buy 100 kilograms and get one kilogram free."

Vegetable vendor:...

Wholesale, but not all wholesale.

He endured it, and then asked: "What's the difference between wholesale and retail?"

"It's the same."

Song Tan said confidently: "How to pick it is still how to pick it, how to deliver it is still how to deliver it, and the cost on my side has not been reduced..."

As for whether there will be no vendors to buy it - just kidding, with the taste of this vegetable, you can go to any star-rated hotel and get 200 yuan per kilogram.

If someone can still say no after tasting it, Song Tan would respect the other person as a man.

The vegetable vendor swallowed his blood and didn't think about helping at this moment. He just picked up his bag of bamboo shoots and sat back on the small stool of the stall.

But he sat there thinking for a long time, and finally walked over angrily:

"Then I will sell it wholesale at 20 yuan per catty, and I have the final say on the price of the vegetable market. Do you think it's okay?"

"Don't sell it wholesale."

Song Tan said sincerely:

"Although my family doesn't have much land, you know the quality. I come to the vegetable market to sell vegetables. I don't say that I don't sell it for money, but for everyone to eat good food...

"To be honest, is 20 yuan cheap compared to the quality of my vegetables?"

"If I sell it wholesale to you, I won't make much difference. Secondly, everyone is familiar with my vegetable prices. If you want to increase the price, you might even make trouble? ”

Why bother?

But I have to look after the God of Wealth every day, and eventually I have to go back to stare at my ordinary and unremarkable stall... Who can make up for this gap?

The vegetable vendor looked at her resentfully: "Sister, last time I said I would rent a stall in the vegetable market, have you thought about it?"

Song Tan pondered: "It seems unnecessary..."

Just said this sentence, before he had time to expand, the vegetable vendor next door hurriedly said:

"If you don't want to wholesale, then don't wholesale. If you rent a stall, you can have a fixed place to build your reputation in the future."

"Your products are good, and everyone in the vegetable market has heard about it vaguely. These few days, someone has set up a stall at your location early in the morning, and who cares if they sell well or not."

"It's obvious that they are trying to take advantage of your reputation. If the customers are deceived, they will be angry with you. It's not worth it."

He said earnestly: "The stalls in this vegetable market are really not expensive, but they are a bit tight. If you have connections, it's worth spending a little money to go to a stable place. ”

“No matter how many vegetables you want to sell every day, I can drive there and help you sell them!”

“Just your stall, give me a little space on the side, I will sell the vegetables I wholesaled myself, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t take away your reputation. I will put all the prices at that time, you can check at any time.”

Song Tan wondered: “I think it’s good for you to set up a stall here, there is no cost, you can leave after selling everything every day, and you don’t have to have a stall, right?”

Just as he was talking, he suddenly felt a chill on the tip of his nose, looked up, and saw that the curtain of the spring rain had been opened.

The light rain fell softly like smoke and mist, and the vegetable vendor wiped the wet tip of his hair and showed her the wet palm:

“You see, in addition to being poor, this is also the reason.”

“I’m old, and I don’t want to be exposed to the sun and rain and the cold wind here anymore. ”

This is indeed feasible.

Song Tan has seen the character of this vegetable vendor for a long time. He is not noble, but what he said is true.

And as her family's vegetable garden work increases in the future, she can't drive to the city every day to set up a stall.

But if she has to pack all the vegetables and give them to wholesalers, Song Tan is not willing to do so.

But what the vegetable vendor said really moved her.

"It's just..." Song Tan smiled bitterly: "You have been setting up the stall for so long and haven't waited for a stall, how can I settle it all at once?"

"But I agree with your idea. If there is a place, we can discuss it.

While chatting, he sold most of the few bamboo shoots in the truck.

At this moment, a familiar face looked around and came up like a thief:

"Xiao Song, my ten kilograms of bamboo shoots."

He scanned the code to pay the bill, and he stretched out his hand to take his big bag.

Song Tan couldn't help but laugh.

"Captain Zhu, are you really that serious?"

The person who came was the director of the police station that arrested her last time.

That blunder was an unexpected fortune for Song Tan, but it was too painful for the entire police station.

They only arrested the wrong person once!

Everyone's wallet was emptied, smoother than an old washboard.

Buying tea leaves was painful enough, but at least I could comfort myself: this kind of big money can last for a long time.

But I didn't expect that everyone saw the grand scene in the vegetable market. Starting from the last wave of astragalus, everyone came at different times, and buying vegetables was like stealing.

Zhu held the bag in his hand and smiled bitterly: "You have to be careful! Last time, Xiao Wu bought five kilograms of astragalus from you, but he couldn't hide any of it. At that time, everyone had to persuade him to share it."

"You said that this vegetable is so expensive. I feel distressed for a long time just because a piece of bamboo shoot shell fell off. I can't let those guys know."

Song Tan held back his laughter and lowered his voice. He also said with a thief's attitude:

"Zhu, you'd better leave quickly. I see that Xiao Zhou in your office has walked to the fruit stall now."

"Do you think you are slacking off at work?"

Who has time to talk about slacking off!

Zhu shuddered in his heart, carrying a ten-kilogram plastic bag and turning left and right, he carried out a rigorous anti-tracking drill in this vegetable market that he was familiar with, which was like his home.

Xiao Zhou soon came over stealthily.

"Xiao Song, weigh three pounds for me."

He handed over a red note: "There are animals in the unit!"

"And Zhou is too cunning. Not only did he buy it secretly, but he also made red oil bamboo shoots at home and sealed a small bag for himself at work - I just ate one and they snatched it all!"

Isn't this bullying them because they can't cook and are single?

Xiao Zhou said bitterly: "When I go home after a break, I will ask my mother to cook for me!"

Of course, I have to keep an eye on it, otherwise the red oil bamboo shoots may be ready but not in my mouth.

Song Tan couldn't help showing sympathy:

Her dishes are a little expensive and delicious!

After touching the change that the vegetable vendor had just given her, she quickly took out forty yuan and handed it over.

The plot requires that someone touch a fish, but they don't touch it in reality... Anyway, you know.