Reborn Craftsman

Chapter 32 It's Too Late to Regret
When I passed the first Nanzhu stall, I was stopped by a bald middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had a friendly face and a fake smile: "Brother, what happened before is my fault, you see we are so familiar, why don't we talk about it and buy all the Nanzhu in my family! The price can be a little bit better.”

"Don't buy it!" Liu Dageng's face was very dark.

This bald middle-aged man was the one who almost cheated him before.

Liu Xing could tell it at a glance. He glanced at the bamboo piled up behind the bald middle-aged man with a light smile, and there were some newly felled fir trees and couldn't help shaking his head.

With so many mixtures piled up together, if you don't deal with them properly after a long time, you may not be able to sell them for a penny in the future.

No wonder he has the cheek to pull his father into business, I'm afraid he already knew the inside story.

"Liu Xing, here are all sellers of bamboo, which one do you think you should buy?" Liu Dageng asked with a sigh of relief seeing that none of the sellers of bamboo had left.

"It's actually the same which one to buy, it depends on which one meets our requirements!" Liu Xing casually leaned on a large wooden stake: "Our requirement is the latest felled bamboo, which must be Xinnan bamboo with a diameter of The requirement must be about eight centimeters, and there is no insect damage or burnt. As for the price, it depends on the quality of the bamboo, and it will definitely not treat anyone badly."

He didn't just say this to his father and fourth uncle, but also to the vendors who bought Nanzhu around him.

Because at this time, many Nanzhu traders poked their heads out and looked at the three of them in his group.

After all, the sale of Nanzhu is very difficult. Everyone wants to do a business after get off work and sell the accumulated Nanzhu.

Liu Xing took advantage of this mentality, and made dozens of vendors selling Nanzhu fall into the trap.

After only being quiet for half a second, these dozens of Nanzhu vendors swarmed together and surrounded Liu Dageng, Liu Xing, and Liu Huaqing.

One of the round-faced vendors said to Liu Xing first: "My southern bamboo was cut down yesterday, and it definitely meets the requirements you just said. How about the price?"

"Ten yuan per thousand catties!" Liu Dageng replied first.

He was afraid that Liu Xing would not know the price, and it would be bad if he said too much.

"Let's go! I'll sell all of mine to you!" The round-faced peddler heard the price of ten yuan for a thousand catties, and dragged Liu Dageng to the open field not far ahead.

The freshly felled southern bamboo has a high water content. Basically, a large southern bamboo with a cross-sectional diameter of about 1993 to [-] centimeters will weigh about a hundred catties, which is about one yuan. [-] was already very good, so the round-faced vendors were impatient. This was a big customer that was rarely encountered in a day.

Seeing this scene, the other vendors were immediately unhappy, and they chased up to stop Liu Dagen, but in the end they were fooled by the bald middle-aged man.

The bald middle-aged man clasped his arms and said with a sneer, "Are you guys stupid? What kind of good business could it be that my Lao Wang didn't make a deal? The three of them just bought a dozen bamboos, and they still have to pay for the shipping." The kind, hum! Ten yuan a thousand catties, I think you are thinking too much."

As soon as these words came out, all the vendors were stunned for a moment, and then dispersed in despondency.

However, after waiting for a long time, the round-faced vendor ran out excitedly, dragged a short vendor he knew, and ran towards his open space.

"Why?" The short peddler stared at the round-faced peddler.

"What can I do! I've received a big deal, and the quantity of Nanzhu is not enough, so I need you to talk to the boss!" The round-faced peddler continued.

"Boss? Are you talking about those three people just now?" asked the short peddler with a dining chair.

"It's them! As long as the quality of your southern bamboo is good, I think they will buy all of them. My family has more than four tons of southern bamboo, and they want all of them!" Yang: "See, I've got all the money, so I almost sent Nanzhu there."

"Damn, then why did Lao Wang say that these three bosses are small businesses?" The short vendor looked at the hundred-dollar bill with envy: "It turns out that you can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour. It's really not a good thing."

"You just know!" The round-faced vendor lowered his voice: "According to my three bosses, Lao Wang wanted to take snake bamboo and burned Nanzhukeng before, and they broke up when they were found out! "

"So that's it!" The short peddler gave a 'pooh' in the direction of the bald middle-aged man, turned around and quickly ran away with the round-faced peddler.

He would be a fool if he didn't do business. As for Lao Wang, he had already blacked out in his heart.

He is not the only one who has this idea, the other vendors who sell bamboo also have the same feeling in their hearts, looking at the bald middle-aged man as an enemy, staring and spitting and turning around like a passer-by.

The depression in the heart of the bald middle-aged man!Don't mention how big it is, but he also knows in his heart that no one can blame for all this, if he wants to blame, he can blame himself, and he will not do a good business, so he must resort to some small tricks to deceive people.

Only in the end did he realize that it was not others who had cheated him, but himself.

This has no reputation, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get along in this market in the future.

Thinking of this, the bald middle-aged man wanted to die.

……

Liu Dageng spent a total of 300 yuan to buy the bamboo dragonfly. With the addition of the rent of nearly 300 yuan for renting the venue, he had no money at all. There were more than 100 yuan left over from the last market, and a total of 260 yuan was given to my father for emergencies.

After all, everything is just getting started now, and money is needed everywhere.

Seeing that all the southern bamboos had been delivered, under the introduction of the round-faced trader, he bought more than a dozen fir trees, mixed with the purchased southern bamboos, and started to build a temporary greenhouse for shelter from the wind and rain.

This busy work lasted until after eleven o'clock in the evening before taking a break, but the temporary greenhouse hadn't been built yet, and we needed to buy canvas to cover it tomorrow before we could call it a day.

But the problem is that the canvas is very expensive. Liu Xing did a rough calculation, and it cost a total of 300 yuan to cover the entire temporary site with more than 200 square meters of canvas, not including the money for some small hardware.

In other words, if the greenhouse is built well, then Liu Xing's family will have no money around them, and they will be beaten back to before liberation.

After learning the answer, Liu Dageng was at a loss. He even asked Liu Xing: "What should I do now? Do I need to go outside to borrow money to tide over the difficulties?"

"Borrowing money? Dad, you didn't save a few hundred yuan at home before?" Liu Xing asked with a look of surprise.

He remembered that in 93, his father was so frugal to build a red brick house that he was not willing to spend even a penny. Because he kept the money in the closet at home for too long, he was finally bitten into pieces by mice. At that time, he remembered There is 200 yuan!

"Your father really has no money now!" Father Liu Dagen hadn't spoken yet, but mother Zhu Meiling told the truth with a sigh: "Your uncle borrowed 300 yuan for two months, and his family built a new house. You should know."

"Isn't it?" Liu Xing covered his head and didn't know what to say.

If he had known this earlier, he would have planned to spend money.

"Daughter-in-law, why don't I ask my third brother to borrow some?" Liu Dageng looked at Zhu Meiling, knowing that Liu Xing must be helpless now, so he asked solicitingly.

"Don't go, your third brother's house is also very difficult now!" Zhu Meiling affirmed after thinking for a while.

"I also agree with Mom's opinion!" Liu Xing frowned: "The roof of the shed does not necessarily have to be made of canvas, so let's do it! Use Nanzhu instead, and the cost should be several times cheaper than canvas."

"Nanzhu?" Liu Dageng was surprised.

"Can this work?" Zhu Meiling was also at a loss.

(End of this chapter)