Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Seeing the girl's face change from yin and anger to wind and sunshine, Wan Feng was stunned for no more than a second.

It's a pity that Hengdian will not appear until more than ten years later. Otherwise, if you send this girl there, you might be able to win a big star.

"Brothers, what do you want to buy?"

The girl's mouth was very sweet, and she called all Wanfeng and her elder brother when she came up. In fact, she was older than many of the Wanfeng group.

This can be seen.

"Look at your game console, what game introductions are there."

The girl immediately said without pulling or pulling, it was all games on FC.

"Does your house have a substrate?"

"Arcade?"

Wan Feng nodded.

The girl turned around and pulled a box out of it, and put it on the counter with a bang.

"Take it lightly!" the young man inside roared.

The girl rolled her eyes and threw it over: "Leave him alone, my brother's head is a little funny."

While she was talking, the girl opened the box with her hands and feet neatly. Inside was the paper box that Wan Feng had seen, but the color was not the white he had seen, but the pale yellow and black.

Wan Feng picked up a box and looked at the label on the side of the box.

The labels are all written in Japanese stupid, and Wanfeng doesn’t know what it means even if he knows one or two of them.

Opening the box and pulling out the substrate, Wan Feng observed it carefully.

This is a JAMMA interface board. There is a gap on the right side of the interface. This is the original board instead of an assembly board. The original board has a gap at the interface.

"what game is this?"

"It seems to be Brother Xueshan, I don't know very well, my brother knows, but his head is pretty funny."

"Besides, my head is pretty teasing me to kill you!" The young man shouted again when he was repairing an FC.

"Can you test the board here?"

"If you really buy it, you can try it, brother! Get the game console out."

The young man took out a game console from inside.

The reason why it is described by holding out a game console instead of launching a game console is because the youth really did it.

It is a device that is more than two feet up and down. There is a TV screen with a joystick button under the screen, and there is nothing more.

As for the support at the bottom of the arcade machine, the coin acceptor does not exist.

The young man put the game console on the counter, plugged the board into the interface slot and turned on the power, and the game interface appeared on the screen.

Pressing a button on the board is equivalent to a coin acceptor, as long as you press a coin, the game starts.

Wan Feng tried it and didn't fight anymore.

"How much is this board?"

"Two thousand and eight." This price is not expensive but not cheap, because puzzle games like Snow Mountain Brothers are small games, and their production costs are not the same as those of Street Fighter's masterpieces.

"Are all your substrates at this price?"

The girl smiled and dimpled: "Most of them are at this price, but some are more expensive and smaller, and there are assembled versions that are cheaper."

What the girl said was the truth, which gained Wanfeng's favor.

"Then how many games are there in your house?"

"There are probably more than thirty kinds."

"Is there a street fighter?"

The girl nodded: "Yes, but expensive."

"Talk about it."

"That's a thousand yuan more expensive."

There are more than 30 kinds, and the number of them is just fine.

"Does your home wholesale?"

The girl looked at Wanfeng for a long time: "How much do you want to buy?"

"I have to see the price for this."

"Brother! It's wholesale, it's your turn."

The youth put down the FC in his hand, wiped his hands with a rag and walked over.

"Ordinary and popular substrates can be cheaper by 60 yuan for more than ten sheets, and 70 yuan for more than 20 sheets, and other substrates are also in this ratio."

"How much cheaper are you three hundred boards?"

"Three hundred fast!" The young man's eyes won't turn.

It's been a year since Teng Kang did this business. His Laozi is responsible for the transfer from Xianggang to this side. He and his sister Teng Yuanyuan are guarding the takeout here.

It's not that I haven't taken over a large customer, but the biggest one is just a Shanghai customer who took fifty boards.

But the young man in front of him is only three hundred boards with a mouth. Is this true?

This is more than seven hundred thousand!

"Aren't you kidding me? Three hundred boards, six to seven hundred thousand!"

"You don't think I can't get it out, do you?"

In Shenzhen in 1988, it is no longer a rare thing for a customer to take hundreds of thousands of goods, but it is not something that can be seen every day.

"If you really get three hundred boards, the lowest price I can give is 120 yuan per board. That's the bottom line, but I can't get so many goods."

I know you can't get so many goods, I just see what your lowest price is.

The other party quoted the lowest price, which is not far from his red line, but he can still be strangled again.

"How much can you take out now?"

"I can take out thirty yuan today, and if my father returns the goods tomorrow, he will probably make up one hundred and eighty yuan."

"Each board makes a profit of one hundred and five, and I want one hundred."

"One hundred and five! That's not good! Then we can go wherever we come, at least let us make some money?"

"Just to make a profit of one hundred and five, you can make at least thirty or twenty profit per board, which is a lot."

"These are two different things. It takes a lot of time to buy goods from Xianggang. If you make thirty or twenty, it's a waste of money~www.ltnovel.com~ This price is definitely not good."

"Then I will give you another chance to insure the price. I definitely don't want the price you said."

The young man hesitated for a long time: "One piece to one hundred and three, is this always okay?"

"One hundred and four will be sold!"

It seemed that the price of one hundred and three was really the lowest price. Wan Feng talked with the other party for a long time and didn't get to make one hundred and four. Finally, he made the transaction with a profit of 135 yuan per board.

"When shall I pick up the goods?"

"Just come over for inspection tomorrow afternoon."

"Then don't sell your substrates, I want them."

When Wan Feng was about to leave, the girl stopped Wan Feng: "Don't go!"

Wan Feng looked at Teng Yuanyuan suspiciously: "Little dimple, what are you doing?"

"You just left. If you don't come tomorrow, won't our goods be left for nothing? You have to leave two money here as a deposit."

It makes sense.

Wan Feng took out a stack of fifty yuan tickets and threw them on the counter: "Is five thousand yuan enough?"

"enough."

"Look at the receipt and give it to me. Don't let me come tomorrow. You won't admit it. You hack me five thousand dollars.

Teng Yuanyuan took out a special receipt for her stall, wrote a receipt very carefully, and affixed it with the official seal of her stall.

Wan Feng glanced at it: "Sign your name, and then press a fingerprint on it."

"Why? There is our official seal on it."

"If you don't sign and press your handprint, I'm afraid you won't admit it. The official seal can be carved out if you look for it, it's useless."

Teng Yuanyuan thought for a while and thought that what she said was reasonable, so she signed her name on the receipt and pressed her fingerprint again.

"Teng Yuanyuan? This name is too appropriate for you."

"Huh? Don't call me Yuanyuan!"

"Cut! You southerners have round faces, so why are you so shy? If you don't call you round, can you make you roll?"