Chapter 54 Just because the goods are good, they can be sold at a good price
The sun sets in the west.
Zhao Dahai walked out of the yard, walked to the dustpan, picked up a few mussels, dark yellow and translucent, with faintly visible oil. He squeezed them a little harder and kept them still. The water was just right, and put them under his nose. A fishy smell. This is ready for sale.
After dinner, Zhao Dahai took a rest and took the mussels drying on the dustpan and straw mat back home under the moonlight. As soon as the sun went down, he dried them all day and took them with him. The heat was taken back and put into bags. There was water vapor in the cover, which affected the quality. Now it is just right. The sea breeze blew for two hours, and the heat was almost dissipated. I put it all away, put it in a big bamboo basket, moved it to the table and weighed it. , a total of ninety-eight pounds and four taels.
Zhao Dahai was a little surprised. The dried mussels weighed more than ninety-eight kilograms. It seemed that the fresh mussels he pulled out weighed more than a thousand kilograms.
"The sea!"
"These mussels are really good!"
"Don't sell them if the price is low!"
Zhong Cuihua weaved a fishing net and looked up at Zhao Dahai The mussels being weighed shouted.
“Grandma!”
"Don't worry!"
"It costs at least fifty or sixty yuan a pound, otherwise we won't sell it!"
"We can take it back and eat it for ourselves!"
Zhao Dahai smiled and nodded. This time when the tide was low, I used the light of my motorcycle to bring back more than a thousand kilograms of fresh mussels. They were all big and fat. The purchase price of fresh mussels was four yuan a kilogram, and a hundred kilograms of fresh mussels cost at least four yuan. One hundred yuan can only produce no more than ten kilograms of dried mussels. The price of fresh mussels plus labor costs is less than fifty or sixty yuan per kilogram. I really don’t want to sell them.
Zhao Dahai took a few plastic bags, packed them with mussels, left openings, and allowed the heat to escape. Tomorrow morning, tie the ropes, put them in a fiber bag, tie them on the back of a motorcycle, and go out to the town to sell them. .
Two o'clock in the morning.
A tricycle stopped in front of a two-story building on the east side of the town.
Zhang Li and Ding Xiaoxiang opened the door.
“Xiaoxiang!”
Zhang Li remembered that when she bought mussels in Langtou Village, she wanted to talk to Ding Xiaoxiang about Zhao Dahai. She has been busy taking them back for the past two days. I peeled and dried the mussels. I left early and came back late. Today I am pretty busy, so I can talk about this matter.
"Ah?"
"Mom!"
"I'm so tired!"
"I'm going to take a shower and go to bed! I'll talk about anything tomorrow."
< br>Ding Xiaoxiang yawned, turned around and walked back to her room.
Zhang Li was stunned for a moment, opened her mouth to call out to Ding Xiaoxiang, but swallowed the words when they reached her lips. She slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, her brows furrowed. Her daughter must have been clever. She must have known what she was going to say just now. She deliberately I feel tired.
You don’t really have a crush on that boy Zhao Dahai, do you?
Zhang Li frowned and patted her forehead hard. This would be a big trouble.
Zhao Dahai rode a motorcycle and arrived at the town at around seven o'clock.
The town is surrounded by fishing villages. Many fishing boats go out to sea every day. They catch a lot of fish, shrimps and crabs. Most of them are sold fresh. The most important thing about seafood is that it is fresh, and the price is the highest. But if you have fresh goods, you can buy them fresh. There are dry goods, and gradually it has become a centralized place for buying and selling pickled, dried fish, shrimps and crabs. This is Dry Goods Street, located right next to the fish market.
Zhao Dahai glanced at the fish market not far from the Dry Goods Street. Ding Xiaoxiang's fish stall must be open for business. He originally thought about going to have a look, but immediately gave up the idea. Zhang Li protected Ding Xiaoxiang like a hen and went around if he had nothing to do. Circle, everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart. Ding Xiaoxiang is only fifteen or sixteen years old now. Haste makes waste. The most important thing now is to make money and repair the fishing boat to make more money. To make iron, you need to be strong. Love, drink and so on. It's nonsense, let alone talk about hating the poor and loving the rich. Which parent wants his daughter to marry and suffer, not to mention that as a man, if the family can't support a wife and children, they have to drink the northwest wind and just find a stone to kill them. .
Zhao Dahai rides a motorcycle and drives slowly in the dry goods street. If the price is right, sell it. If not, don’t sell it. It’s not too late to go to Liu Gang’s place. However, Liu Gang’s restaurant is in the business of fresh seafood. , I don’t know if I’ll accept any useful information, but anyway, I’d like to inquire about the market conditions first. Zhao Dahai walked around, a little depressed, and asked several companies. The purchase prices were not very good, ranging from 20 to less than 30, which was far from what he wanted.
Zhao Dahai thought for a while and decided to ask for the price. His mussels were good. Maybe the price would be higher. He made up his mind. His motorcycle parked at a store with " In front of Chengjia Seafood Shop, which is the largest dry goods store on the street, I opened the bag, grabbed four or five mussels and walked in.
“Boss!”
"Harvest the mussels?"
Zhao Dahai got straight to the point. There are shelves all along the wall in the store, with all kinds of salted fish, salted shrimps, squids, everything. In the most conspicuous place in the store are a few pairs of isinglass and a few two-headed abalone. This is real. nice one.
“Haha!”
“Take it!”
“How could you not accept it?”
"They are all sold in my store!"
Cheng Wenfeng smiled and pointed to a large glass jar with dried mussels on the left shelf.
“Look at the goods.”
Zhao Dahai handed the mussel in his hand to Cheng Wenfeng.
Cheng Wenfeng took a look at it, pinched it, put it under his nose and smelled it, and immediately concluded that it was definitely a first-class product.
"Not bad!"
"These mussels are really good!"
"Thirty-five yuan a pound."
Cheng Wenfeng set the price.
Zhao Dahai was mentally prepared, but he couldn't help but shook his head when he heard the price offered by Cheng Wenfeng.
"Haha!"
"This price is quite a lot! After I accept it, I have to press the goods, consider the loss, and take them out to show off from time to time. These are all costs."
"One I accidentally lost money."
"No one in the whole street can offer a higher price than me."
Cheng Wenfeng sighed one sentence after another.
Zhao Dahai doesn't believe this at all. It is real that labor is wasted by pressing goods, but it is really nonsense to say that you accidentally lose money. How can you open such a big store? The distribution is deeper and more mixed.
Zhao Dahai haggled for nearly 20 minutes, and Cheng Wenfeng refused to let go. He had no choice but to leave.
“These dried mussels are really good!”
Cheng Wenfeng watched Zhao Dahai push his motorcycle away without letting go. Generally speaking, fresh products that cannot be sold or are not fresh are used to marinate dry products. The quality will not be too high. If you want to have good quality, you must use fresh products. The tide was low a few days ago, and people in the fishing village went to dig mussels. Zhao Dahai must have dug and dried the mussels he brought out. They were big, fat enough, and rich in fat. They were really the best. He would collect them, package them, and sell them to big cities at least. It can be sold for one hundred and twenty yuan per catty.
Should the price be low? If you can, take it home and eat it yourself! Is this possible? I managed to get a few items worth tens of yuan a pound just because I wanted to sell them to make money, but no one was willing to eat them. It must be sold. Now that I'm gone, I won't give up and go to other stores to ask for prices. It's impossible for anyone to offer a higher price than me. I will definitely come back soon. I can definitely get it for two yuan per pound.
Cheng Wenfeng just took a look at the bag tied on the back seat of the motorcycle, which weighed about a hundred pounds. He was so happy at the thought of making a lot of money that he made a pot of tea and waited for Zhao Dahai to come back to him.
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