Rebirth in 1984, starting from beekeeping in the mountains

Chapter 39 Don't Put All Your Eggs in One Basket
This scene before my eyes.

If it were Fang Hongan in his previous life, he would have been frightened to death.

But at this moment, he was quite clear in his mind.

After some previous information gathering, Fang Hongan already knew that in the county's black market, honey was not only in short supply, but also sold for as low as RMB 2.30 or even RMB 2.40 per pound.

The profit margin here is far more than just a few cents.

If it was really just a few cents of profit, he wouldn't have come here to bow to me in such a humble manner!

"One dollar and ninety-five cents a pound! Of course...if you come to buy it, the lowest price I can give you is one dollar and eighty-five cents!"

Fang Hongan threw out a price decisively, with a firm tone that left no room for argument!

"One dollar and ninety cents..."

When he heard the price, the pockmarked man's brows immediately frowned.

This price is only one cent lower than the retail price, but the retail price also comes with two cans!

If you think about it, it’s actually the same as retail.

After dealing in goods for so long, this was the first time he encountered such an excessive price.

But after hearing Fang Hongan's last words, the pockmarked man's head skipped a beat and his expression became solemn.

Door-to-door purchase!

Doesn't that mean...

This young man in front of me has honey at home!

And... a lot!

Yes!

The young man said that their honey was also dug from the mountains.

Since I could get it before, I can get it in the future too!

It’s about two yuan per pound. In just one market, more than a hundred pounds were sold. Who wouldn’t be tempted by such a fast way of making money?
Even if you have been stung badly before, you can't resist the temptation of making money.

This situation would happen to anyone.

So... that means they can still cooperate for a long time in the future!
Thinking of this, the pockmarked man suddenly became excited.

He has been working as a "ghost rat" for only a short time and is considered a small fry in this line of work!

The most profitable business I made this year was reselling honey several times!

This not only gave him a certain understanding of honey, but also made him realize that honey is a hot commodity in the black market in the county nowadays.

Not to mention one yuan and ninety cents per pound, even if you sell it at two yuan per pound, you can still make a profit of nearly 20% if it sells well.

But the problem is that the supply of honey is too limited and few people can get it. In the past few months, he has traveled to almost all the major rural markets in the Xiaonan area, but has only received less than 50 kilograms of the goods.

Therefore, after seeing Fang Hongan and his men pulling two baskets of honey on a donkey cart, he resorted to the despicable means of deliberately disrupting their business so that he could take advantage of the situation later.

But right now, according to what this young man said, it seems that... there is a possibility of long-term cooperation?
The pockmarked man tried his best to hide his inner excitement and asked Fang Hongan directly: "If I come to your house, how many kilograms of goods can you supply me per month?"

"Probably..." Fang Hongan pondered for a moment and gave a number, "About 150 kilograms!"

After a month, the beehives put down by the first wave can be opened and honey can be harvested.

Moreover, after this... he will continue to lead Wang Tong to the mountains to collect honey. Although the efficiency will definitely not be as high as before, in the next three months, collecting 150 kilograms of honey a month should be an easy task.

As for three months later, according to Fang Hongan's plan, the first phase of his beekeeping plan should be fully implemented.

There can be at least sixty beehives.

Time has come to the peak honey flow period of August and September.

If the sixty beehives are operating healthily, even if we cannot get any wild honey from the mountains, we can still produce at least three hundred kilograms of honey every month just by opening the boxes and collecting the honey.

So, 150 pounds a month is actually a very conservative estimate.

A scoundrel like Ma Zi Lian can have no moral bottom line for the sake of profit.

Fang Hongan chose to cooperate with him because he saw that at this stage, he could get his honey at the most suitable price and at the fastest speed.

But this kind of person is not reliable!

You can't put all your eggs in this basket.

As for why Fang Hongan didn’t get it himself and sell it in the ghost market in the county town.

The biggest reason is still the issue of risk.

The ghost market is complicated.

A rascal like Ma Zi Lian would never allow a stranger like me from the mountains to interfere with their interests.

It is really not worthwhile to get involved in this muddy water just for a profit of about 20%.

As I said, living life over again, in this life... Fang Hongan just wants stable happiness.

Risking your life?
That would be unworthy of my identity as a reborn person.

……

"One hundred and fifty pounds"

When the pockmarked man heard this number, he became extremely excited.

One yuan and eighty-three cents per pound. If there are 150 pounds, even if the transportation cost of door-to-door purchase is included, it will be at most one yuan and eighty-five cents per pound.

The average price when it is transported to the black market is about two dollars and thirty cents, and there is basically no need to worry about sales.

In other words, he can earn more than 60 yuan a month just from selling honey.

Without much hesitation, the pockmarked man nodded decisively: "Okay! I'll buy all of it at 1.9 yuan per pound! Then, I'll come to your house every month to collect your honey, but... you have to guarantee that you can supply the amount you just mentioned every month!"

"Of course!" Fang Hongan nodded. "When you have processed these dozens of kilograms of honey, you can come find me! My name is Fang Hongan, and my home is in Shiwan Village on Dongling!"

"it is good!"

The pockmarked man nodded, and then he extended his hand to Fang Hongan with a flattering smile: "My name is Liao San, the third child in the family. The Liao San pockmarked man that people on the street refer to is me!"

This time.

Faced with Liao San's active show of goodwill.

Fang Hongan did not embarrass him any further. He stretched out his hand and shook it lightly, then led Liao San back to the donkey cart.

After explaining the general idea to Wang Tong, he directly asked Wang Tong to start weighing.

Wang Tong heard that Liao San was going to sell all the remaining honey.

I also immediately knew that he was a "ghost rat".

Although he was somewhat resistant, he saw that Fang Hongan had already shaken hands with him before.

There was no more words said.

I helped to use a shoulder pole to pass the rope on the weighing bar. I first found an empty jar that had been sold out, put it into the basket and weighed them together to determine the weight after peeling.

Then weigh the remaining half-opened jar of honey and the full unopened jar of honey separately, peel the two weights and add them together.

Finally, the weight of the honey was determined to be forty-six and a half pounds.

After doing the math, Liao San generously gave eighty-eight dollars and fifty cents, and then took Fang Hongan to confirm the next time he would come to pick up the goods.

He picked up the two jars of honey and left in a hurry.

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(End of this chapter)