Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Seeing the girl's face change from howling to sunny, Wan Feng was stunned for not more than a second.

It's a pity that Hengdian will not appear until more than ten years later, otherwise sending this girl there might make a big star.

"Several brothers, what do you want to buy?"

The girl's mouth was very sweet, and she called Wan Feng and his party all elder brothers when she came up. In fact, she was older than many people in Wan Feng's group.

This can be seen.

"Look at your game console, what game introductions are there?"

The girl immediately said nonchalantly, it was all about games on FC.

"Do you have a substrate in your home?"

"Arcade?"

Wan Feng nodded.

The girl turned around and pulled out a box from inside, and put it on the counter with a bang.

"Take it easy!" the young man inside roared.

The girl rolled her eyes and said, "Leave him alone, my brother's head is a bit funny."

While talking, the girl quickly opened the box, and inside it was the same kind of cardboard box that Wan Feng had seen, but the color was not the white one he had seen before, but off-white, light yellow, and black.

Wan Feng picked up a box and looked at the label on the side of the box.

The tags were all written in stupid Japanese, even if Wan Feng knew one or two of them, he wouldn't know what they meant.

Open the box and take out the substrate, Wan Feng observed carefully.

This is a JAMMA interface substrate, and there is a gap on the right side of the interface. This is the original board, not an assembly board. The original board has a gap at the interface.

"what game is this?"

"It seems to be Brother Xueshan. I don't know very well. My brother knows, but his head is showing off."

"Besides, I'm showing off my head and I'll kill you!" The young man yelled again while he was repairing a FC.

"Can you test the board here?"

"If you really want to buy it, you can try it, brother! Get the game console out."

The young man took out a game console from inside.

The reason why it is described as holding out a game console instead of launching a game console is because the youth is indeed holding out.

It is such a device that is more than two feet up and down. There is a TV screen, there are joystick buttons under the screen, and nothing else.

As for the support at the bottom of the arcade, the coin acceptor does not exist at all.

The young man put the game console on the counter, inserted the base board into the interface slot and turned on the power, and the game interface appeared on the screen.

Pressing a button on the board is equivalent to a coin acceptor, as long as you press a coin, the game starts.

Wan Feng did not continue to fight after experimenting.

"How much is this board?"

"Two thousand and eight." This price is not expensive, but it is not cheap either, because a puzzle game like Xueshan Brothers is considered a small game, and its production cost is not the same as that of a masterpiece like Street Fighter.

"Are all the substrates in your home at this price?"

The girl smiled and dimpled: "Most of them are at this price, but there are also expensive ones that are smaller, and there are assembled versions that are cheaper."

What the girl said was the truth, which won Wan Feng's favor.

"Then how many games do you have at home?"

"There are probably more than thirty kinds."

"Is there a Street Fighter?"

The girl nodded: "Yes, but expensive."

"Tell me."

"That one costs a thousand dollars."

There are more than 30 kinds, and the number of samples is just enough.

"Does your family wholesale?"

The girl looked at Wan Feng for a long time: "How much do you want to buy?"

"I have to see what the price is."

"Brother! I'm here to wholesale, it's your turn."

The young man put down the FC in his hand, wiped his hands with a rag, and walked over.

"Ordinary and popular substrates can be cheaper by 60 yuan for more than 10 substrates, and 70 yuan for more than 20 substrates. The same ratio is also true for other substrates."

"How much cheaper are you for three hundred boards?"

"Three hundred!" The young man's eyes wouldn't move.

Teng Kang has been in this business for a year,

His father is in charge of moving from Xianggang to this side, and he and his sister Teng Yuanyuan are here to guard the delivery.

It's not that I haven't taken over big clients, but the biggest one is that a Shanghai client took fifty boards.

But is it true that the young man in front of him only pays 300 yuan for a single mouth?

This is more than 700,000 yuan!

"Aren't you joking? Six or seven hundred thousand for three hundred boards!"

"You don't think I can't get it out?"

In Shenzhen in 1988, it was not uncommon for a customer to get hundreds of thousands of goods, but it was not seen every day.

"If you really take three hundred boards, the lowest price I can give is a profit of 120 yuan per board. This is the bottom line, but I can't offer so many goods."

I know you can't offer so many goods, I just want to see what your lowest price is.

The other party quoted the lowest price, which is not far from his red line, but it can still be tightened again.

"How much can you take out now?"

"I can take out thirty yuan today, and if my father ships it back tomorrow, he can probably make up one hundred and eighty yuan."

"One hundred and fifty for each board, I want one hundred."

"One hundred and fifty! This is not acceptable! Then we can leave as we came, at least let us earn some money?"

"Even if the profit is 150, you can earn at least 32 per board, which is quite a lot."

"It's two different things. It takes a lot of work for us to buy goods from Xianggang. If you earn thirty or twenty, it's tantamount to playing for nothing. This price is absolutely not acceptable."

"Then I'll give you a chance to reinsure the price. I definitely don't want the price you said."

The young man hesitated for a long time: "One hundred and thirty for one piece, is that all right?"

"One hundred and fourteen deals!"

It seemed that the price of Renai 130 was really the lowest price, and Wan Feng chatted with the other party for a long time but failed to get to Ren 144, and finally the deal was sold at a rent of 135 yuan per board.

"When should I pick up the goods?"

"Just come and inspect the goods tomorrow afternoon."

"Then don't sell your substrate, I want it all."

When Wan Feng was about to leave, the girl stopped Wan Feng: "Don't go!"

Wan Feng looked at Teng Yuanyuan suspiciously: "Little dimple, what are you doing?"

"You just leave. If you don't come tomorrow, won't our goods be in vain? You have to keep two money here as a deposit."

Makes sense.

Wan Feng took out a stack of fifty-yuan bills from his body and threw them on the counter: "Is five thousand yuan enough?"

"enough."

"Show me the receipt, don't admit that I'm here tomorrow, and blackmail me for 5,000 yuan."

Teng Yuanyuan took out a special receipt for her stall, wrote a receipt seriously, and then stamped it with the official seal of her stall.

Wan Feng glanced at it: "Sign your name on it, and then press it with your thumbprint."

"Why? There is our family's official seal on it."

"If you don't sign and press your thumbprint, I'm afraid you won't accept it. The official seal can be carved out quickly, so it's useless."

Teng Yuanyuan thought for a while and thought what he said was reasonable, so she signed her name on the receipt and pressed her fingerprints.

"Teng Yuanyuan? This name suits you too well."

"Ah? Don't call me Yuanyuan!"

"Cut! You southerners have round faces, so why be shy? If you don't call you round, can you call you chubby?"