Knight of the Light

Ekoram came out of Istanbul’s city hall and turned his head and spit viciously on the steps. Taking advantage of the guards not paying attention, he quickly ran into the car on the street and drove away.

The officials of the city hall were like deaf people, nodding their heads at everything, and then waited blankly for some tea money from the people who came to do the work. The bureaucrats of the native chickens have that virtue, smiling with a few dozen dollars.

Ekoram came several times for second-hand clothing. The money was paid, and the favors were found, but it just didn't work. He cursed again today, suffocating in his heart.

At present, a lot of second-hand clothing on the market is simply smuggled goods, and even tariffs are not paid. But no matter how loud the textile factory owners scream, the upper class of the native chicken is just half a beat.

Does the ghost know when they will react?

Back home, Ekolem was so angry that he wanted to throw something. His son leaned over to provide a message, "Father, shall we also do smuggling business?"

"No." Ekoram categorically refused. "I and the smugglers are mortal enemies, and I will never get along."

The words are righteous and inviolable.

"But the factory has very few orders left this month, and it will definitely stop production next month." The son shook his head, "If there is no new input, we will lose all profits."

For profit, the son is more worried than the father.

Ekoram frowned, shaking his head in disagreement. His son continued: "My friend said that there are a batch of low-priced leather shoes in the port..."

"I will never be in the smuggling business." Ekoram said angrily. "It is the **** smugglers who made our family's factory the way it is. I have no reconciliation with those villains."

"But those leather shoes are really cheap." The son whispered: "In fact, it can't be regarded as smuggling. It is the goods confiscated by the customs. They are all left foot shoes."

"What?" Ekoram was a little strange, "They are all left-footed shoes, who wears them?"

The son chuckled and said, "So this confiscated goods is very cheap. If you can pair it with another batch of right-footed shoes, it can be sold normally."

Ekoram does business all the year round, and he makes it through. He was surprised and said: "So there will be another batch of right-footed shoes confiscated?"

The son nodded and said: "We must first buy about 30,000 left-foot shoes, and then wait for the second batch of customs auctions to buy right-foot shoes.

This requires spending some money to ask someone to provide information, otherwise it is easy to make a mistake. However, I have contacted and the exporter and customs will release it. The point is that these shoes are really cheap, only twenty dollars a pair. "

"Used shoes?"

"No, new shoes."

"Is that the goods of the'Holy Light' Group again?"

"The name is a European company, but it is not clear who is behind it."

Ekoram groaned for this. He asked his wife to bring a cup of sweetened black tea, drank it and began to think-since it is the goods confiscated and auctioned by the customs, it is naturally not a smuggled goods.

If it is not smuggled goods, the burden on my heart is much less.

The price of a pair of twenty dollars is also really moving, but...

"The quality of these shoes is not bad, right?" Ekoram asked.

The son immediately took out a dozen pairs of shoes from the house, took them out one by one, and handed them to his father. “They are all cowhide uppers and hard rubber soles. Although we hate the ‘Holy Light’, the quality of this company’s products is guaranteed.”

The shoes are really good, the materials used are solid, the craftsmanship is exquisite, the glue and thread used are very good, impeccable. Ekoram tore the shoe destructively, but found no major problems.

"When are Chinese man-made shoes so good? The quality is not inferior to that of Italy. Only twenty dollars a pair, which is too cheap."

Ekoram was a little excited. Judging by his decades of business experience, the wholesale price of this kind of shoes is 40-50, and the retail price can be 100. This pair of twenty dollars is almost a profit.

The son whispered next to him, "I recently heard a rumor that the'Holy Light' seems to be deliberately attacking our manufacturing industry and dumping us in various ways, so that it can not make money or even lose money.

Therefore, the prices of light industrial products in the vicinity of the Black Sea and even in North Africa and Europe have dropped significantly recently. For example, home appliances are discounted by more than 50%, second-hand clothing is overwhelming, and toys, luggage, shoes and socks are all very cheap. "

"Too hateful."

Ekolem slammed the table, shocking the family.

Blocking people's wealth is like killing a parent.

So Ekoram looked down at the leather shoe samples in his hand and suddenly realized a key question, "Wait, who is the original buyer of this batch of goods?"

The son was immediately embarrassed and said in a low voice: "There is no original buyer, but the auction goods confiscated by the customs."

How could there be no original buyer? Otherwise, a fool would buy these shoes with only his left foot? Unless the original buyer is...

Ekoram stared at his son, his son could only lower his head, and then said: "I have pooled money with some good friends to do this business.

But we have a relationship with customs, and they all know it well. As long as it goes through the auction process, everything is legal. It will never be investigated. "

Yes, besides his own home, who would buy 30,000 shoes with only his left foot?

This really has something to do with the customs. Otherwise, the confiscated items will not be auctioned but burned. Isn't it a waste of toss and empty hands?

"Your good friend belongs to the customs?" Ekoram stared at his son. "How much does he charge?"

Hearing his father let go, his son nodded excitedly, "A pair of shoes with a two-dollar management fee guarantees that we can photograph the goods we want. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it."

The price is reasonable, and the profit margin is still sufficient.

And... it's very legal.

The left foot is patted and then the right foot is patted. The formal procedures come out, the procedures are complete, and there is no fault.

"Since it is a legitimate business, it can be done."

Ekoram nodded, and after a little calculation, he realized that the profit of this ‘legitimate business’ was not low. A pair of shoes can make at least ten dollars, and thirty thousand pairs is three hundred thousand.

You can't make that much by processing 30,000 shirts with supplied materials.

Although the family is a garment factory, although it has not set foot in the leather shoe business, it can be by analogy. Sales channels are readily available. As long as the price is competitive, there is no problem selling these shoes.

Without further ado, Ekoram decided to go out himself. He first called and visited the textile suppliers he knew to ask about the current market conditions of leather shoes. He also brought samples to the store customers to finalize the purchase intention.

Then I went to the customs house of the port to handle the auction.

Looking outside the building, there are a lot of people who come to handle auction business. There are auctions of shoes and hats, auto parts, household appliances, and textiles and clothing.

The number of auctions is much larger than that of fishing boats in small coastal ports.

Small fishing boats can carry dozens of tons, generally only a dozen tons. But large cargo ships arrive at the port with tens of thousands of tons, and the overwhelming cargo is pouring in.

Ekoram looked at the crowded auctioneer and thought to himself that there was more than one dying factory. The garment factory will be ruined, and the shoe factory will be ruined.