From Azkaban To Hogwarts

When the northern hemisphere is in summer, although Africa will not be able to kill people, but there are definitely not many people willing to be on the street.

But in a suburban warehouse barely a city, some even lined up despite the hot weather.

"I want thirty catties of clothes and thirty catties of shoes."

York, who couldn't stand in line, stretched out his hand and gestured. The banknotes in his hand jumped with the wave of his arm, and he threw the small amount of money out of nearly ten thousand yuan.

"Business looks good these days..."

The guy in charge of the warehouse began to greet the people behind to help out—they are regarded as general wholesalers. They send the second-hand clothes or other e-waste through ships, and they are roughly classified and sold by the catty. As for the sold The price depends on how these hawkers decide on their purchases.

Anyway, the big boss Mr. Lennon always has a way to get those cheap second-hand goods, and he himself firmly refuses to divide the business more carefully. After several times of persuasion to no avail, the personnel in charge of the warehouses in various places simply He gave up his plan to bring in another group of distributors.

Although they will call their relatives over, sell some clothes that seem to be of better quality in advance or let them contract them out, but that's all.

"Yes, the sales have been exceptionally good recently!"

York, who received the goods, agreed happily-although he didn't know why this summer's business was exceptionally good, but making money itself is something to be happy about.

"By the way, I also received a batch of goods, the quality is very good! It is said to be..."

He lowered his voice and muttered in the ear of the person in charge.

"Really? God... those guys, they are really... pathetic!"

The person in charge murmured in surprise, but his pitifulness did not have any real pitiful consciousness at all, like an emotional particle.

"It's not... want me to say..."

York lowered his voice, muttered again while biting his ear, and pointed his finger at the guy inside.

However, this time when he was still laughing, the manager opposite him changed his face, rounded his arm, and slapped York's face with a slap.

"Speaking of this kind of bastard, I will give you a bullet!"

The manager said fiercely, and the guys in the hands of the people in charge of the security work around him heard a crisp sound.

"I…"

The hippie smile on York's face was gone, he panicked and gave a French military salute, busy explaining.

"Bring your goods—" the manager roared, but he hesitated, and then remembered something, "Take your **** things, for the sake of the benevolent lord, this time I will spare you this bastard. !"

"No brainer."

When York trot to fetch things, an acquaintance who had a good relationship with him and did not conflict with the scope of sales immediately followed up, "You dare to fight that kind of idea!"

"Do you know, the guy in the house was delivered by Mr. Lennon himself, how important is this! That guy is said to be a university student in the UK, and he will leave after a summer vacation, and it won't be damaged at all—"

He pointed his finger at the warehouse, "Understood!"

York shook his head—he didn't understand.

"You! The old seal is the administrator in name, but isn't it because Mr. Lennon is in charge? Mr. Lennon is fine, we—" The friend pointed his finger at himself and York, "You, I, we can get a steady stream of cheap goods from his warehouse, instead of never knowing where to make money after the last piece of clothing is sold!"

"But what does this have to do with that white guy?"

His friend wanted to hit someone, "If you are going to make a bad idea, the old seal is almost equal to losing your position. Will he let you go?"

"I probably understand."

York nodded faintly, and then took out a cloth bag from the cart he brought over—"In other words, that...that guy is very rich. Will he give me a good price?"

"roll…"

After the explanation was unclear, his friend sent two middle fingers.

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"It's a waste...This material is enough to make a magic wand, and it's actually used to make a chair..."

William looked at the goods, ignorant of the conflict that was almost caused by the outside world.

In order to prevent raids from black guns or even higher levels of firepower during the war, he had to reinforce several layers of defensive magic in the necessary places except the door to ensure that even if the plane throws something, he can resist the first shot.

The protective system of birth means absolute sound insulation-you can't expect anything that can block the bomb can still leave a good eavesdropping function.

It is precisely this kind of protection, UU reading www.uukanshu.com allows him to screen out the useful things from all those fine recyclables with peace of mind.

Looking at these things, he couldn't help but be full of admiration for Mr. Lennon—yes, the other party's wisdom was almost as good as the scammer he knew in Azkaban, and even worse.

It is wisdom to establish a second-hand business to pull things from the UK to this side. It is also wisdom to boldly use local people to manage the warehouse and establish an extensive price system—not to mention that the warehouse is rented by Mr. Lennon’s company, but this transaction is almost impossible to make a profit. pay.

To put it simply, Mr. Lennon’s company is responsible for bringing things from the UK, and then selling them to the administrators in various cities at a fair price—yes, not shipping them, but selling them.

However, the warehouse manager himself is strictly prohibited from directly buying and selling second-hand goods. Once discovered, the supply quota will be greatly reduced or even cancelled directly.

However, the entry price and exit price have significant profit margins, and as long as they do not have many relatives to do second-hand business, the supervision will turn a blind eye.