rebirth of cataclysm

A day or two after Hu Mingchen's family adjusted and changed the purchase price of ginger, his family experienced a small change. The purchase volume dropped sharply, and the goods received suddenly dropped from 8900 kilograms to 100 kilograms.

Two hundred pounds.

It’s not that the number of people who come to his house to sell ginger has dropped so sharply, but that after many people came carrying ginger on their backs, they saw the first, second and third grade samples and prices displayed at Hu Mingchen’s house, and some discussions and disputes arose.

"Yesterday, there was no distinction between unified acquisitions. Why did it come up with this trick today? I had to carry it all the way." Someone put the ginger on the ground and looked at Hu Mingchen's samples of the same grade in three dustpans.

And complained about the price.

"Brother Cai, this is just to get everyone to sell for a higher price. It's out of kindness." Hu Jianjun hurriedly handed over a cigarette to please him.

"Then I've already carried it, what should I do? You can't let me carry it back again." Brother Cai took the cigarette and lit it with Hu Jianjun's brilliance.

"Brother Cai, if you sell it, we will accept it. You didn't say we wouldn't accept it." Hu Jianjun said with a smile.

"Then how do you calculate the price?"

"I've seen the ginger you brought. Some are good, some are bad. They're all mixed together. Judging from the appearance, I can only give you ten cents a pound. What do you think, Brother Cai?" Hu Jianjun pulled Cai away.

He took out two pieces of ginger from the pocket he carried, one good and one bad.

"People are paying 12 cents on the street, but your family only offers 10 cents. Isn't it too deceptive? Hu Jianjun, if you hadn't come to my door a few days ago and told me, I would have sold it to you? You

I don't want to do this." After taking a puff of cigarette, Brother Cai still felt resentful.

"Brother, I don't want to do that either. It's hard to do business now, especially ginger. You know this. But my family is still very sincere, otherwise we wouldn't have good ginger.

The price is 50 cents. Do you think this works? You pick out the good ones according to the samples in my dustpan, and I charge you 15 cents. The rest, you sell on the street for 12 cents. In this way, you

Wouldn't it be possible to sell it for more money? We are not doing this to embarrass our relatives and friends. We really want everyone to sell more money. Do you think my suggestion is worthwhile?" It is difficult for Hu Jianjun to have such a coherent set of rules.

The way he spoke clearly was what Hu Mingchen had planned and taught to him and Jiang Yucai last night.

When Brother Cai thought about Hu Jianjun's words, he felt that there was some truth in them.

Rural people may not have much education, but it is impossible that they cannot even do such simple arithmetic.

So Brother Cai poured a bag of ginger on the ground and sorted it out. With the help of Hu Jianjun, after some sorting, he picked out about 20 kilograms of first-class ginger that Hu Mingchen's family wanted. These ginger Hu Jianjun spent

The price of 15 cents was collected, and the remaining sixty kilograms were put back into the pocket, waiting to be carried to the street to sell.

Of the remaining sixty kilograms, Brother Cai wanted to select some second-class ones and sell them to Hu Mingchen's family, but Hu Jianjun hurriedly dissuaded him.

"Brother Cai, you can't pick it out. If you pick it out again, it won't be easy to sell the rest. If you take it to the street and people see it in such bad condition, who will spend 12 cents to buy it? Not only that.

You can't pick. When you go to the street, you can't say that you picked your ginger once. Otherwise, people will feel uncomfortable and lower your price. You think, if you pay one less point, you will lose several cents.

"Hu Jianjun explained while stopping him.

When Brother Cai heard it again, he not only felt that Hu Jianjun's words were true, but also immediately regarded him as a good person, and the initial depression disappeared instantly.

After everyone received the advice from Hu Jianjun and Jiang Yucai, when they got to the street, they did not mention that their ginger was the result of sorting. Some people who collected ginger thought that this year's ginger had been affected by rain or something.

Some loss of quality.

Fortunately, what they want is quantity, and as long as the ginger is of decent quality, they don't mind.

Like Mr. Cai, Hu Jianjun and Jiang Yucai would encounter more than ten people in a day, and each time they had to go through such a circuitous process before collecting some of the good gingers and beating them away.

As long as there are good parts, the acquisition volume will naturally decrease.

On the other side, those who helped Hu Mingchen's family wash their ginger saw that the amount of ginger purchased by their family had suddenly decreased so much. Although they didn't say anything, they were still worried in their hearts. Without the guarantee of quantity, they would not have enough.

The work can be done, and it will directly affect the salary income.

In order to appease them, Hu Jianjun introduced the policy of increasing the price of washed ginger by one yuan at this time, which immediately had a very good appeasing effect. Moreover, Hu Jianjun also told them that the small quantity was only temporary and would be available soon to ensure

They can wash as much as they want.

In addition, they are close neighbors who have good relations with each other. After Hu Jianjun's salary increase and guarantee, none of the few who helped wash the ginger had any complaints except Zhong Ying.

Hu Mingchen's grandma Zhong Ying, if she didn't say something angry, it wouldn't be her temperament. After all, the day before she could get more than 100 kilograms for washing, but the next day, she only had about 30 kilograms. Of course she would

Not happy.

Fortunately, this low quantity did not last long, that is, within two days, there was a geometric increase.

Those ginger sellers who have benefited from Hu Mingchen's family, like Brother Cai, will definitely spread the news to their relatives and friends in the same village after they return.

Once I heard that the better ginger can be sold at a higher price when picked out, and there are real-life examples, it would be a fool not to take advantage of it.

So, for a while, the first thing those people who dug ginger did after carrying the ginger home was to sort it out. They picked out the best part and planned to sell it to Hu Mingchen’s house, and the rest

Take it to the street and sell it.

Even some people who didn't know or didn't plan to go to Hu Mingchen's house in Huangni Village to sell ginger are now doing this.

After sorting, you can get three or four cents more per catty. Even if it is only twenty or thirty catties, it is almost one yuan more. One yuan does not seem much to many city people, but in the remote and backward Duge Township

One dollar is enough to do a lot of things. If you buy salt, your family can eat it for a month.

Through word of mouth, all the ginger sellers seemed to have quickly formed a tacit understanding, that is, the best gingers were sold to Huangni Village, and the medium and low-quality gingers were sold to Dugar Street.

Even though the number of single-family homes sold to Hu Mingchen's family has decreased, the number of people willing to come to his house to sell ginger has soared, which made his family's purchase volume quickly reach one thousand kilograms per day. Hu Mingchen's family

Suddenly it seemed busier than ever.

The price of 15 cents is not static. In order to keep abreast of the price pulse of the market, Hu Mingchen would go to the doorsteps of several ginger purchase shops on the street every day after school.

Hu Mingchen is just a primary school student and carries a schoolbag, so he will not be conspicuous wherever he goes. What's more, those people are busy collecting ginger, and no one will care about his existence.

In order to ensure the price advantage of purchasing the best ginger, when Hu Mingchen noticed price fluctuations on the street, he would ask Hu Jianjun and Jiang Yucai to adjust the prices the next day when he returned home.

At the beginning of harvesting ginger, many people still had lingering fears, and the price remained at a low level. However, as time went by, especially after people from outside came to Duge Township to purchase ginger, the price began to rise.

Quotes.

Being remote and backward will cause local people to be delayed and backward in obtaining information from the outside world, but those outside who come to collect ginger are much more sensitive to this. Some of them have even roughly known it from the acquisition and analysis of terminal information.

If you look at this year's price trend, at least it's impossible to lose money like last year. The rest is just a difference between making more and making less.

With this judgment in mind, raising prices and rushing to buy ginger has become an inevitable norm.

Along with this, the purchase price of good ginger by Hu Mingchen's family also slowly increased from 15 cents to 18 cents or 20 cents. According to Hu Mingchen's settings, his family always maintained a price advantage of at least three cents.

Although Hu Jianjun and Jiang Yucai repeatedly told the ginger sellers not to expose the fact that their family paid a high price for their ginger, how could they keep it a secret?

There is no airtight wall in the world, not to mention that Duge Township is so big, and those who collect ginger are familiar with many ginger sellers. Over time, Hu Mingchen's family's practice of destroying the market has aroused dissatisfaction among others.

Hu Mingchen came home from school that day and saw two "acquaintances" sitting at home having an unpleasant conversation with Hu Jianjun.

The reason why we say they are acquaintances is because these two people, Hu Mingchen, meet them at least once a day. They are Wang Chengwu and Xu Ming who collect ginger on the street.

When Wang Chengwu and Xu Ming saw Hu Mingchen walking into the house from outside carrying a schoolbag, they didn't pay attention at first and just thought he was an ordinary child of Hu Jianjun.

However, when the two of them looked at Hu Mingchen again, they showed complicated expressions.

"Hu Jianjun, is this your son?" Wang Chengwu pointed at Hu Mingchen and asked with a half-smile.

"Yes, my second child." Hu Jianjun nodded.

"Young man, you are really smart and powerful. You come to my door every day. I used to think it was just some playful kid passing by. But now it seems, hahaha, you actually want to inquire about us.

The price, this trick is so unconscious." Wang Chengwu stared at Hu Mingchen and said sarcastically.

"Not only does he go to your place, but he also goes to my place every day. I understand now that he is just a little spy. Hu Jianjun, you just want to disturb the prices, but you also let your son follow you every day. Isn't this too much?

To be honest, is this how you do business?" Xu Ming followed.