Chapter 13 The First Pot of Gold
When Yue Feng arrived at the ghost market, he first pretended to be a buyer and walked around the street. In addition to observing whether the people buying and selling things were suspicious, he paid special attention to them. An escape route for escape.
This street is adjacent to several alleys and is connected in all directions. Unless someone restrains his hands on the spot, with Yue Feng's legs and feet, he can escape if someone comes to arrest him.
There are many people squatting on the roadside. In front of them are small noodle bags or wicker baskets. At least a hundred people are squatting or standing on the roadside, but the whole street is silent. .
This ghost market has been around for more than half a year. With the relaxation of national policies, the enforcement of the crackdown on speculation has gradually relaxed. As long as you are not too unlucky or targeted, small batches of selling materials have been Don’t really care.
Yue Feng found an empty spot and squatted down. He took the Shaban Chicken and Feilong he had brought from his pocket and placed them under his feet.
The trick of using a sock tube to hold live birds is very useful. Only one head of the chicken is exposed and it does not struggle at all.
Soon someone noticed the live bird in front of Yue Feng, and a middle-aged man wrapped in a gray coat squatted down.
"Are these chickens and dragons for sale? Comrade, what's the price?" the man asked in a low voice.
Yue Feng said without hesitation: "One Shaban chicken with seven feathers, and one Feilong male one! They just came down the mountain yesterday, fresh and uninjured!"
"So expensive? Even if it's cheaper!"
If the other party didn't say that he would take it all, Yue Feng might have given up 30% to 50%. Hearing the other party bargaining like this, Yue Feng shook his head.
"I can't budge at this price. This is a real mountain treasure, and it's still alive with all beards and tails! It's not easy to catch such a few chickens!" Yue Feng shook his head.
Seeing that Yue Feng did not let go, the other party hesitated for a moment, got up and left.
There is still more than an hour before dawn, and Yue Feng is not in a hurry.
Soon a few more people came over to ask for prices.
Most of the people in this ghost market sell food and bills, and there are also a few people selling eggs, cloth and pork, but there are only a few of these fresh chickens and dragon birds. Many people came to ask about the market even if they were reluctant to buy.
Yue Feng was mentally prepared before he came, so he was not in a hurry and quietly waited for his buyer.
After a while, a short man in his thirties came.
Wearing a red star coal mine work clothes, this buddy walked around the ghost market and came to Yue Feng.
"How do you sell Shaban Chicken and Feilong?"
"Shaban Chicken has seven feathers per piece, and Feilong has one piece per piece! All products are harmless. I would rather eat half a pound of birds than a pound of animals. They are very nutritious. Yes! This is a treasure, whether you eat it yourself or give it to others, it is a rare thing!" Yue Feng said very vividly.
"What you're selling is too expensive! I bought it a few days ago, and the half-and-half chicken only costs three cents! The flying dragon only costs five cents!" the short man bargained in a low voice.
"It was caught with a condom or a clamp! No blood was released! I have all my beards and tails! The price can be the same!" Yue Feng said very confidently.
"Okay, bring me two sand half chickens and a flying dragon!" The short man pointed to the birds on the ground and said.
"Okay, bring your pocket with you, right? These bird socks are not for sale! Whichever one you choose, I will get it for you!"
"Bring it with you! I want these two" the buyer took out from his body He took out a small cloth bag and shook it open, while pointing at two slightly larger chickens.
Yue Feng took out the chickens one by one, stuffed them into the other party's pocket, and then said: "A total of two yuan and fifty cents!"
The other party took out the money to pay the bill, but was still struggling in his pocket. The little chicken turned and left.
With two dollars and fifty cents in hand, this trip is not in vain, it’s open! It sounds like more than two yuan is not a lot of money, but according to the purchasing power at that time, it was not a small amount of money.
According to the market prices in grain stores, wheat that has not been crushed into flour costs only 13 cents per pound, corn costs 10 cents, and pork costs only 80 cents per pound. Of course, this price requires a ticket. If you buy it at the ghost market, the price without a ticket will be higher.
Yue Feng brought a total of seven sand-and-half chickens and one flying dragon. After selling three of them, only five sand-and-half chickens were left.
The buyer who had bargained for a good deal walked around for a while and then came over again.
“How much does it cost to pack five half-roasted chickens?”
Yue Feng: "Seven cents each, three and a half yuan! If you want it sincerely, three yuan and four is the lowest price!"
It seems that the three sold by Yue Feng put a lot of pressure on the other party. This buyer saw Yue Feng took the initiative to give up a dime and stopped trying to manipulate the buyer to continue bargaining.
Yue Feng's behavior seems to be holding back and pushing back, but in fact, he also has his own thoughts in it. This kind of buyer who wants to get a good deal cannot be too eager to easily lower the price in order to sell something. , as if you can't sell your own things, otherwise it will be easy for the other party to take advantage of you. .
The other party left temporarily and came back after a while. In fact, he had already accepted Yue Feng's first offer in his heart.
At this time, Yue Feng takes the initiative to offer profits, which is equivalent to expressing his attitude and giving the other party a psychological step. In one moment, he has mastered the transaction.
After all, Yue Feng's main purpose in going to the city to drive away ghosts was to find regular sales outlets like coal mine canteens or hospitality purchases, rather than simply selling things randomly.
"Okay, pack them all up for me!" The other party took out a stacked fertilizer bag from his waist. Yue Feng took off his socks one by one, and put all five sand-and-half chickens into the bag.
After counting the banknotes, Yue Feng put the money in his pocket and stood up to leave.
The buyer couldn't help but ask: "Will you come tomorrow?"
Yue Feng hesitated for a moment: "It's hard to say, there is a high probability that you won't come! My family lives in a village at the foot of the mountain. , it takes more than twenty miles to get into the city!”
"Okay, I come here every day in the ghost market early in the morning! Let's talk about it when I get back next time! By the way, how did you catch this chicken?"
Yue Feng: "If you want to catch a live one, you can only use a hawk! Clamps Or you can’t catch anything alive!”
“Isn’t that strange? Can you help me catch more flying dragons? If that works, I can keep it for a long time!” Okay! I tried my best to catch the eagle as soon as it was released, but I still met here!”
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Watching the man leave, Yue Feng stood up, dusted himself off, and strode towards the stall selling pork not far away.
At this pork stall, the owner cuts the meat into strips of about one kilogram, ties them with wires and puts them on snakeskin bags. However, the business seems not to be very good. Yue Feng has sold out all of his. But not much meat was sold.
Yue Feng lowered his head and took a look. No wonder it was not sold. Most of the remaining meat was lean meat from the hindquarters, and there was not much fat meat.
In this era when there is little oil and water, people tend to prefer fat cuts of pork, and these lean cuts are not very popular.
"Brother, how do you sell meat?"
(End of this chapter)