The Big Landlord

In the early morning of the fourth day, Wang Ben came to the vegetable wholesale market before dawn as usual. Different from the high enthusiasm and enthusiastic shouting on the first day, he was very quiet, sitting on the pile of iron bars that only sold three pounds in three days. In front of the yam, he looked solemnly at the vegetable vendors who were busy coming and going.

Spending money on market circulation will definitely help, but he can't figure out how big the effect will be. If the price is really too high, it still won't work.

A vegetable vendor who had sold consignments before entered the warehouse, walked over and greeted enthusiastically, "Xiao Wang, give me some yam with iron sticks."

"Is it effective?" Wang Ben quickly stood up and asked in surprise.

"What effect?" The vegetable vendor looked blank, completely unaware of what he was talking about.

"Does anyone want to buy iron bar yam?"

"Yeah, there were several groups of people who took the initiative to ask yesterday, and they urged me to go back in a little bit more. They'll buy it again today," the vegetable vendor nodded and replied seriously.

It seems that the money was not spent in vain yesterday, Wang Ben quickly rubbed his palms a few times and asked happily, "How much do you want to enter?"

"Five jins, I'll take it back and sell it slowly," the vegetable vendor said boldly.

"No!" Wang Ben raised his palm and refused on the spot, "I'll only give you twenty pounds, and I'll take it when it's sold out."

"Why?"

"It's not worth much."

"That's right," the vegetable vendor suddenly realized, stared at Wang Ben and said with a smile: "I didn't see it, I was a business man at a young age, and he was a profiteer, haha!"

After weighing 20 pounds and handing it to the vegetable vendor, Wang Ben sat in front of the pile of yam with iron rods again. Compared with the previous apprehension, he was much more at ease. He finally sold the first batch in earnest. I believe Soon others will come.

Sure enough, those vegetable vendors who had sold consignments before came to him one after another, and half of them took the initiative to request to buy goods. Each vegetable vendor had different circumstances and different requirements. Twenty catties, thirty catties, of course, there are also some vegetable vendors who have no effect at all, and they do not plan to buy goods for the time being.

No matter how much they asked for, Wang Ben always gave him only 20 catties. When he came down this morning, the pile of yam behind him only lost more than 300 catties.

On the fifth day, almost all the vegetable vendors who had bought the goods yesterday came again, and they all asked to buy more. If you are empty, you can earn 5 yuan per pound. This kind of profit is not guaranteed to be available.

Not only them, but also some vegetable vendors who did not sell consignments before, they also wanted to get a piece of the pie when they saw that others were selling well. When doing business, they had to seize business opportunities in time.

Wang Yuan did not refuse, but he still only gave each person twenty pounds to keep the market under firm control.

"Boss, give it to me too," a fat figure came to him and said in a hurry, it turned out to be the fat vegetable vendor who laughed at Wang Ben's yam as a treasure on the first day.

"No, I'm a treasure," Wang Ben rolled his eyes cheerfully.

"Uh..." The fat vegetable vendor scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed.

After joking for a while, Wang Ben finally gave him 20 catties of yam with iron rods. What he wanted in business was harmony and mutual benefit.

This morning, nearly 50 vegetable vendors came to ask for the goods, and a total of more than 900 catties were approved.

Almost three times as much as the previous day, the momentum is not bad.

On the sixth day, when I just arrived at the vegetable wholesale market, there were hundreds of vegetable vendors queuing up to ask for goods.

It seems that the ignition is overdone, and I have to control the market. Wang Ben calmly came to the seat and said slowly: "Today, I will only give you ten pounds each, and the wholesale price has increased from the original ten yuan. When it's twelve, you take it back and sell it for eighteen!"

Even so, the greengrocers have no objection at all. Their profits are more, but the amount is too small, and two or three customers will buy them all.

On the seventh day, before Wang Ben had time to speak, a vegetable vendor spoke up first, "Boss, please give us more, so if you give us ten or twenty pounds a day, it takes too much time to line up, and we still have to pay for it. I'm busy going back to sell vegetables."

"Yeah, give us a little more, you might as well sell it out earlier," the rest agreed.

"Well... well," Wang Ben thought for a while and agreed to everyone's request, but there was a burst of joy in his heart. This is exactly the result he wanted. Now that the market is revitalized and prices have risen, he simply wholesales at one time. Light.

"I want a hundred pounds!"

"I want two hundred pounds!"

...

There was a sound of shouting, and the baskets of yam with iron rods were weighed and pulled away, and stacks of banknotes were handed over. In just one morning, the yam with iron rods behind the hills became flat. It took a week to sell more than 170,000 jins of iron bar yam in total. In addition to Lao Guo's profit, Wang Ben's net income was 146,000!

Leisurely for more than a month, the income is so much, which is equivalent to the income of ordinary employees for decades. Wang Ben can't even think if he is not happy. Seeing that he is dressed in a mess and full of money, his face is full of smiles.

"It's really yours." When checking out, Lao Guo couldn't help admiring, and even a little regretful, knowing that he should have agreed to the land price of eight yuan a pound, at least tens of thousands of dollars less. But he is not bad, he just occupied a warehouse, and asked a few workers to help with weighing scales and doing chores, and he earned nearly 30,000 yuan a week.

"Let's continue to cooperate next year," Lao Guo tasted the sweetness and took the initiative to invite.

"It's impossible in a short time," Wang Ben shrugged and said helplessly. Although the iron stick yam is good, it has too high requirements on soil quality and damage. After a piece of land is planted once, it cannot be planted again within five years, otherwise it will not grow well at all.

Farewell to Lao Guo, looking at the pile of money in his bag, he began to think about how to spend it.

"Little Linglong, what else do you want to play?" As he approached Linglong, Wang Ben asked with a smile. After coming to the city for a week, in addition to being busy in the vegetable wholesale market in the morning, he took this little girl to play around. I have been to any amusement parks, small scenic spots, and snack streets, but I can't think of anything else that I haven't played.

"Brother Ben, I'm homesick," Linglong raised her head, pouted, and said unhappily.

As expected, the child still misses his parents. Wang Ben was so nervous that he didn't know what to say.

"Let's go back, I don't like it here," Linglong said expectantly, blinking her big eyes.

After frightening himself for a long time, Wang Ben laughed at himself and couldn't help falling into a moment of contemplation. Before he knew it, Linglong had been with him for half a year. During this time, there was no news from the police station, and no one came to look for the missing child. He also asked Linglong for information many times, but he still couldn't get it. any clues.

If there is such a day, will Linglong leave, should she be allowed to leave? He didn't know, and he didn't want to think about it. He only knew that in the past six months, this little sister picked up halfway, like an angel sent by God, brought him a lot of long-lost childhood joy, and brought him more joy when he was lonely. A lot of sustenance, he will be reluctant.