Chapter 819 804. Throwing A Rock On Your Own Foot (5/5)

Chapter 819 804. Throwing Rocks at Your Own Feet (55)

Zhang Rui took a fancy to a pocket saber in Maxson's counter. It was less than half a meter long and the handle was carved from jade.

"How much is this knife?" He asked enthusiastically after gesturing for a while.

Maxson said: "One thousand yuan. The handle is made of Miranda jade from the North Island. It is warm and rough, and it won't slip after sweating. The blade is made of thousand-layer steel rolled by myself. Regardless of its slenderness, it can cut off small pieces. Sheep's head."

One thousand New Zealand dollars is close to five thousand RMB. Zhang Rui was a little reluctant, so he shook his head and put down the knife.

Maxson stopped him and said, "Are you Wang's friend?"

"Yes, our college classmates." Zhang Rui replied.

Maxson immediately said cheerfully: "Okay, then you don't need to pay, I will give you this knife."

Zhang Rui thought he heard it wrong, his English is not very good: "You mean a discount, right?"

"Yeah," Maxson laughed, "zero discount, so you can take it, it's yours."

Zhang Rui didn't understand his joke, so he asked suspiciously, "How much?"

"I gave it to you for free." Wang Bo handed him the knife, "The boss means no money."

Zhang Rui shook his head and said, "No, that's not okay, it's a five thousand yuan knife."

Maxson said with a smile: "Wang has helped me a lot, and his friends are my friends."

Wang Bodao: "You can choose what you like here, and I don't have anything to give you. Some things here are not bad."

Maxson couldn't understand Chinese, so he just smiled and nodded.

Fan Dong joked: "The old man is still laughing. He must not know what you, a corrupt official, are planning. If he knows that you want us to take it casually, he will definitely cry!"

Wang Bo said: "Why are you crying, big business, I will give him money."

"Don't bite the lottery, yo Fapiao." Maxson said in Chinese, and he could understand the Chinese word for 'qian'.

A group of people looked at each other, Qingyang giggled: "There is an invoice, this is what I taught him, how about it, isn't it good?"

Maxson's harness shop is full of handicrafts, and some Maori will also sell their own things for him to sell, and only provide one-fifth of the handling fee.

Wang Bo was right in thinking at the beginning, this kind of harness shop is looking for death in the alleys of Aocheng, and can only rust slowly, but in a tourist attraction like Sunset Town, it is a treasure house.

Not only foreign tourists like to come here to buy things, residents of many cities in New Zealand will also come here to buy some favorite gadgets to take back when they come to the town.

McKesson's turnover in one month after moving here exceeds that of the past ten years!

Asking the students to choose gifts, Wang Bo looked at the things in the room and said, "I remember that you sold a lot of goods here last month, why do you feel that there are not too many?"

Maxon rubbed a silver cup and laughed: "Haha, since my father, we have been making things we like. Where can we put them if we can't usually sell them? Of course, they are in the warehouse, where the goods have been accumulated for forty or fifty years. How could it be sold so quickly?"

Wang Bo said with interest: "Isn't that a handicraft from 40 or 50 years ago?"

"Of course, this cup is, look at its style, light and simple. This is the style after World War II. Because the war consumed a lot of materials, the materials used for household appliances have to be carefully calculated."

Wang Bodao: "Then this is a cultural relic, my old buddy, wouldn't you still sell it at the normal price?"

"I think the price is high enough. Like this knife, you asked me to sell it for 1,000 yuan. It used to be sold for 150 yuan. This kind of jade is not worth much..." Maxson stayed in the alley of Aocheng For too long, it's still old-school thinking.

Wang Bo shook his head: "You are wrong if you think so. Listen to me and re-divide the price. According to the material, year and labor hours, how much do you sell for this cup?"

"This one is more expensive. It costs two hundred and twenty yuan, because it is made of sterling silver. You can see how well I preserved it. There is no oxidation in any part." Maxson said complacently.

Wang Bo patted the table: "Five times the price, 1,100 yuan!"

"How can this be sold?" Maxson said hesitantly.

Wang Bodao: "If you use it as a wine glass, it is of course difficult to sell it, but if you use it as a collectible or World War II souvenir, the price of 1,100 yuan is too low!"

Maxson pouted: "This is the practice of profiteers."

Wang Bo chuckled and said, "You're right, I'm wholeheartedly developing the tourism industry just to give everyone a chance to become profiteers."

If Maxson's store is defined as a harness store, it doesn't make much sense, but if it is defined as an art store, it is worth a lot, and it can even be hyped.

Of course, there are many harness shops in New Zealand, and there are also many old craftsmen like Maxson.

However, foreign tourists, especially Asian tourists, do not know this. Most of them are rich people who come to New Zealand to travel. Wang Bo thinks it is only natural to make money from them.

The students chose the things, and each of them chose two or three pieces. The boys chose knives and protective gear, and the girls chose some exquisitely crafted accessories.

After Maxson looked at it, he signaled them to leave, and Lao Wang asked, "How much?"

The old cowboy smiled and said, "Every knife is a handicraft. A friend of yours took away a command knife that was equipped with an officer of the Oceania Cavalry during World War II. It costs at least five thousand yuan!"

"So expensive?"

"You said, according to the price of handicrafts!"

"I'm asking you to kill tourists, our own people, according to the internal price."

Maxson laughed loudly: "If you're on your own, you can just give me a hundred yuan."

Wang Bo shook his head and said no, "Business is business, at least you have to earn back your cost. I don't want to be said that I, Mayor Wang, is greedy for cheap, and that my old Wang, an official, pays attention to keeping things cool!"

"It's a pity for you to be the mayor." Maxson was a little stunned. "A person who can speak nonsense so righteously, I think he can at least be a mayor or a city councilor."

After joking, Wang Bo asked him to pay, but Maxson still shook his head: "The reason why I don't like to define high prices is, boss, you know, I'm over sixty years old, I don't have children, and I don't have a family, so I What is the use of earning so much money?"

Wang Bo thought for a while, and said: "You can set up a charity fund. I will ask Eva to help you, the Maxson Denim Foundation, to help those who need you. In this way, you see, even if you die, your reputation will be destroyed. It's been passed on."

Maxson blinked, he seemed to be moved, and his face was a little flushed: "Yes, this is a good idea, I can use the money I earn for public welfare."

"It costs a lot of money, so you have to price it well."

Maxson said: "Of course, this batch of goods has to be priced properly, let your friends come back first, I didn't take a good look at it just now, I have to make a good profit!"

Wang Bo: "Grass, lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot!"