Back to 90s she just wants to get rich

Chapter 82
At 02:30 in the afternoon, the two went to the supply and marketing cooperative together, and then they really saw that Pan Zhengyang was standing behind the long glass counter, measuring fabrics for a 60-year-old old lady.

Xiang Jin said in a voice that only she and Yan Chen could hear clearly, "It seems that he really belongs to the supply and marketing cooperative?"

Yan Chen smiled lightly, "That's a good thing."

Xiang Jin nodded, "It's really a good thing."

At this moment, Pan Zhengyang happened to see the two of them, and after saying "wait a while" to them, he continued to measure the fabric for the old woman.

The two nodded slightly, and stood in an inconspicuous place next to them.

"Not to mention, this supply and marketing agency sells quite a complete range of things, from small needles and threads, matches, to large TVs, electric fans, 1.2 meters, [-] large iron pots, etc."

Yan Chen nodded, "Well, they are the necessities of ordinary people's life."

They stood there and waited for about ten minutes before Pan Zhengyang came over.

"I'm really sorry to keep you waiting for so long."

Xiang Jin said it was okay.

Then I heard Pan Zhengyang explain to them, "The old lady is really talking too much."

Xiang Jin and the others also saw that there were indeed a lot of fabrics in three colors, and none of the fabrics was at least one foot long, so they were a little curious, "Is there anyone still pulling fabrics to make clothes by themselves?"

Pan Zhengyang shook his head, "No, they took it away for a funeral."

"Send off your husband?"

Seeing her confused expression, Yan Chen explained to her, "There is a custom in the countryside here, when an important relative in the family dies, everyone will tear up a piece of fabric more than ten feet long, Then I used a few long bamboo poles to wear it and go to the funeral."

Xiang Jin raised his eyebrows, "Is this the funeral?"

Pan Zhengyang was puzzled, "The little girl doesn't know?"

Xiang Jin faltered, seemed a little embarrassed, "I haven't seen it before."

Yan Chen helped her out, "I also came to see my grandpa when I was very young, and I happened to meet a group of mourners that day."

Then Pan Zhengyang asked them, "Don't know what your names are? It's not easy to call you little girl and young man every time."

"My name is Xiang Jin!"

"Yan Chen!"

The two spoke in unison.

"Xiang Jin?" Pan Zhengyang thought, "Is it the brocade that the zither sang together?"

Then Yan Chen also looked at her, he still doesn't know what word her name is.

"Oh no! It's the Jin who Huaijin is holding Yu."

Pan Zhengyang thought about it carefully in a daze, and then praised, "Well, a good name!"

Xiang Jin waved his hand modestly, "It's okay!"

However, she was quite satisfied in her heart, because this name was decided upon by her grandfather and father after searching the entire Xinhua dictionary for a long time.

So her name has a different meaning to her.

Therefore, even after breaking up with Lao Xiang's family last time, Mrs. Zhang refused to allow them to have the surname "Xiang" again, which is why she insisted on not changing their surname.

Why can't she be named Xiang?Her surname was originally Xiang, but her "Xiang" has nothing to do with them, who cares about their surname "Xiang"!

Then I heard Pan Zhengyang say again, "Is your surname Yan or the name after your surname is Yan Chen?"

Obviously, this question was asked by Yan Chen.

"My surname is Yan, my name is Chen!"

"It's also a good name, but isn't your surname too rare?"

"Not many!"

"Hey, little girl, are you from Wantou at Fengchi Nunnery? I remember there are some people with the surname Xiang over there," Pan Zhengyang said immediately.

Xiang Jin nodded, "Well, it's over there."

Pan Zhengyang asked the other two department store clerks outside to look after the outside for a while, and then led them to a small cubicle behind the counter and sat down.

The small cubicle and the outside counter are only separated by a plastic bead curtain, which can be seen when customers come, and it is also convenient to enter and exit. It can be seen that this small cubicle is a place for him to rest when he is not busy. Place.

He first brought her and Yan Chen the water from the tea mug, then sat down opposite them, and then went straight to the topic.

"You have also seen that my place is relatively busy on the spot, so let's cut to the chase."

Xiang Jin and Yan Chen nodded.

Then the other party said, "I've seen your stuff, and it's really good. It can not only improve the efficiency of peeling corn kernels, but the most important thing is that it doesn't hurt your hands. In the past, when the seed corn came out every year, the biggest headache for everyone was peeling corn. Because it often hurts to peel off their hands on both sides.

But this year, when you invented this thing, you liberated their hands. "

Xiang Jin and Yan Chen nodded again.

Seeing that Pan Zhengyang continued, "I don't have any opinion on your products. Now it's that price. Can you give us a little less? Of course, there is no problem with the quantity!"

Xiang Jin and Yan Chen looked at each other, and thought: Sure enough, they came, and then saw Yan Chen and said, "Then what price do you want?"

The other party observed their reactions, but the two children were very calm, and there was no reaction on their faces.

In fact, what he didn't know was that the soul of an adult lived in Xiang Jin's body. She was in the ranks of high-level white-collar workers in her previous life. To make money, this temptation is nothing to her.

And Yan Chen also grew up in a big city when he was a child, and his family conditions are there. He is not short of money or power. He is also used to seeing the big world. He didn't take earning this money seriously It was Xiang Jin who insisted on pulling him along, so he reluctantly accepted the dividend she gave, as a way of having fun with her.

The bait he threw really didn't appeal to him much.

Pan Zhengyang said, "Let me tell you the truth, the supply and marketing cooperative in the town is actually just one of us. We have a supply and marketing cooperative in other townships. Although it is not as big as the one in the town, it is also well designed. every aspect of people's lives.

When we order this time, we want to order [-] sets from you first. Do you think the price can be rounded up to us, three yuan a set? "

After hearing what he said, the two of them cooperated tacitly and showed a look of embarrassment. Xiang Jin handed over the right to speak to Yan Chen and asked him to discuss with the other party, while she stood up and said that she was going to the opposite side. A Chinese medicine shop bought a few boxes of Huoxiangzhengqi water, so as not to forget it later.

Yan Chen nodded, made way for her, and went out to Xiang Jin.

Then Yan Chen said, "I'm afraid this won't work, and I'll tell you the truth, less can definitely give you less, but it won't be much less, because we are in charge of costs, and the cost of materials alone is close For three dollars, we have worked so hard to make it, so we must make some money, right?"

Pan Zhengyang nodded in embarrassment, "That's right, that's right, but your bamboo tube should be free, right?"

Yan Chen nodded, "The bamboo tube does not cost money, but cutting the bamboo, sawing the bamboo tube, drilling holes in it, and installing nails, all these require money, because we don't know how to do it, we hire people to do it."

Then the other party said, "Then what price do you want to give me?"

Yan Chen was silent for a while, "Three yuan and three."

"Three yuan and three? Oh, no, no, I only earn 200 yuan for one item. This profit is really too low, let me give it a little more, let me give it a little more."

Pan Zhengyang disagreed, and Yan Chen smiled lightly, "Boss, you said you didn't make any money, why don't we?

We only earn 300 yuan for a thousand, and we have to share it equally with a few other people, and we have to pay for the cost of hiring someone to make bamboo tubes. After all, Xiang Jin and I have no profit.

If we sell it privately in the market, the profit margin will always be higher, right? "

The other party was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Don't talk about it, it's only three yuan, three yuan and two."

Yan Chen lowered his eyes and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)