Chapter 33 The first step to monetize traffic
The old silk man buying tea stopped Lin Sanqi:
"Comrade, I would like to ask, do you still have tea in stock?"
Lin Sanqi had a guess in her mind and asked: "Old sir, what do you mean by this..."
The old silk man rubbed the tea bag and said sadly:
"I'm dissatisfied with you saying that I have always loved tea in my life, but now I can't buy it in the supply and marketing cooperatives, and it's rare to find it on the black market. I was lucky enough to meet you today. But a pound of tea won't last long, and besides, I still have Some old friends are also waiting to drink.
Let's put it this way, if you still have tea leaves, can you sell me some more? The price is negotiable. Old man, I'm so poor now that I only have money. You don't have to worry about me not paying for the things I buy. ”
Lin Sanqi's heartbeat, which had just calmed down, accelerated again. It was a blessing to go out today.
"Well, of course I still have this, this, tea. It's just troublesome. The price..."
When the old man heard this, a smile instantly appeared on his face. In fact, this was a process of mutual testing, and the result satisfied him:
"The price will be as it is today, 50 yuan per pound of jasmine tea. If you can still get West Lake Longjing, Anxi Tieguanyin, and Dongting Biluochun, the price is negotiable. As long as it's not too bad, I'll give you 100 yuan per pound. What? Like? ”
What else? That's great.
Lin Sanqi was so excited that she didn't know what to say, and her face turned red. After all, she was still a young person who had just left school, and she didn't know how to express emotions without expressing emotions.
As a result, the old man misunderstood and thought that Lin Sanqi couldn’t take it out, so he comforted him:
"Comrade, I know these tea leaves are very precious. Are you in trouble? It's okay if you are in trouble. Just think of it as an old man and just think nonsense."
Lin Sanqi realized that she couldn't let the big customer run away, so she nodded firmly:
"Yes, it's in stock. I have all the tea you can name. You tell me the number, and I'll figure out the rest."
The old silk man was a little confused: "What do you do at home? You are so powerful."
"Hey, I can't tell you what my family does. Anyway, my parents are in charge of tea. It's not a big problem for me to gather some wool."
The old man took a breath of air and thought that he was a little god in front of him. In 1959, tea was still under the control of the General Supply and Marketing Cooperative. This guy is quite wild.
But what he wanted was tea, no matter where it came from, so he prepared the lion and said:
"Comrade, I'm going to order some food. How about you get me 20 jins of jasmine tea and 10 jins of Longjing tea? The level is above average. I don't want the best, but it can't be too bad either."
Lin Sanqi did some mental calculations and realized that with 2,000 yuan in cash, that would be two hundred-year-old ginseng. She would make a fortune~~~
But people in the South are not so generous when doing business. They definitely have to negotiate the price. Besides, it is too easy. The other party will have to lower the price when doing business in the future.
"Old sir, to tell you the truth, I can definitely get one or two kilograms of tea, but you only get 30 kilograms of tea. You also know that in this year's environment, I am afraid that even the top boss will not dare to guarantee it. .
So if I want to get so much tea, I have to bribe a lot of people..."
Speaking of this, Lin Sanqi took a peek at the old silk man. The old man nodded slightly, obviously thinking that the amount of tea was too much.
Seeing that the other party agreed, Lin Sanqi made an offer:
"So let's do business, mutual benefit and win-win, the price is up to you, jasmine tea is 50 yuan, Longjing tea is 100 yuan, but on the basis of this price, I want to add an extra 100 kilograms of food stamps, how about it?"
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I wanted to buy some breakfast in the morning, but I almost didn't buy it because there were no food stamps. Lin Sanqi wanted to get some food stamps for self-defense.
Even if you don't use it yourself, giving it to others is the best gift. Food stamps are your life these days.
When the old man heard that he wanted food stamps, his face fell:
"Little comrade, it's not that I don't agree. You said we can discuss it in cash. We really don't have these food stamps. Now the streets only give us a quota. The 5 kilograms of food stamps I gave you are still hard work for me, old man." It’s all saved by hard work.”
The old man didn't lie either.
The social status of old capitalists and old industrial and commercial owners is now at the bottom, and their survival is precarious at any time. Now we distribute dividends to them because we know that a banknote without purchasing power is just a piece of waste paper, so we can distribute it with confidence and boldness.
But you said you wanted food stamps and food, sorry, no.
How many kilograms of food stamps do ordinary citizens receive in a month? So do you remnants. In the new society, everyone is equal.
That’s why the biggest buyers in the black market now come from these old capitalists, the old and the young. They are not short of money, but they are short of materials.
When Lin Sanqi heard that she couldn't get food stamps, she felt quite regretful. However, this was not the main thing at the moment. Making money was the most important thing.
Who knew that the old silk man was afraid that Lin Sanqi would regret it, so he took the initiative to increase the price and said:
"Little comrade, how about this, on top of the 2,000 yuan we agreed on, I will give you an additional 300 yuan. Old man, I am already showing my utmost sincerity."
Lin Sanqi also pushed the boat along with the current, and went down the slope:
"Okay, the old gentleman is happy, then I am happy too, how can we trade?"
The old man in Silk was overjoyed: "You name a place, we'll meet in the city at 9pm."
Lin Sanqi thought that this place couldn't be at home. She knew she could run away from home, but the monk couldn't run away from home. She had to go outside, but she couldn't be too far away.
I pulled a cart of tea and walked on the road in the middle of the night. I really thought the security team was dead, but an interrogation revealed everything.
"Then at 7 o'clock in the evening, at the intersection of Di'anmen East Street and Beiheyan Street, there is Huangchenggen Park. There are few people at night, so we will trade here. What do you call the old gentleman?"
"Fu Zuo!"
"Lin Shanqi!"
The two parties agreed on the transaction location and quickly dispersed. Lin Sanqi touched the money and tickets in his pockets and couldn't help but feel how happy he was. This was the most solid step towards monetizing traffic.
Lin Sanqi picked up her niece and nephew just in time for the kindergarten to end.
After having a delicious meal in the morning, Lin Sanqi's status in the eyes of the two children has skyrocketed, even surpassing that of their biological parents.
Seeing their uncle coming, the two little boys took the initiative to hold hands, and the three of them walked towards home, shaking each other.
"Uncle, the sesame cakes you gave me today are so delicious that they made the children in the class cry."
"Then have you shared it with the children?"
"Yes, yes, I even made a piece for the teacher to eat, and the teacher praised me as a good baby!"
"Okay, as long as it's delicious, I still have two sesame seed cakes left. Do you want to eat them?"
"I want~~~"
Kindergarten ended early, so by the time Lin Sanqi and the others got home, the rest of the family hadn't gone home yet.
The Lin family is now separated, but the two children have no concept of separation. They still sit on the stool in the main room and eat sesame seed cakes happily as before.
Lin Sanqi opened the rice bucket...
(End of chapter)