"Chen Peng, it's okay if you don't go back?"

"It's okay, you can't even get busy, why am I going back to do?"

Seeing that Chen Peng had no intention of leaving, Zhang Xu hesitated for a while and finally nodded.

When the two went out, Zhang Xu did not forget to tell Yu Manjun to stay in front of the phone in case anyone who asked for goods came up.

The weather at that night was cooler than during the day. The bicycle was on the road, and the cold wind whistled by, making Zhang Xu's ears red.

At this moment, Chen Peng, who was sitting behind him, took off the ear hat from his head and put it on him.

Feeling the warmth coming from his ears, Zhang Xu felt that he was thinking too much.

On the way, Zhang Xu was still staying in an open noodle restaurant for a while.

I went in and bought some cooked food, but I didn't bother with oil, so I took the oil paper into my arms and left.

When we arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative, there was no one around. When we stood downstairs and looked, there was an indescribable sense of oppression inside.

"What's wrong? Let's go?" Zhang Xu turned around and shouted when he saw that Chen Peng did not follow.

"I'll just stay here. You're looking for this guy, so I won't get involved."

Hearing this, Zhang Xu also knew what his friend was thinking, and he suddenly felt ashamed.

Go in through the back door and look towards the warehouse with a touch of the darkness.

The light lit up in front made him speed up.

Old Qin sat at night with nothing to do, his hands were holding his head half leaning against him, and the wine on the table was half empty.

"Uncle Qin?"

For fear that the sudden appearance of this night would scare people. A few meters away, Zhang Xu started to scream.

Old Qin narrowed his head and stared at him, looking for a sound, and then he realized that it was Zhang Xu who came.

"You kid haven't left for a long time, why are you here again?"

"Isn't this thinking that you are still vigiling here on the fourth day of the Chinese New Year, and you are bored?" Zhang Xu said as he took out the braised food he bought from the noodle shop from his arms: "You have finished the food and drinks, so I'm thinking about bringing you some here."

Carefully put the oil paper bag on the table, and after unfolding it, what appeared inside made Lao Qin's mouth open.

"Good boy, tell me, are you asking me for something?" Old Qin was not young, so he immediately saw through this trick.

Seeing this, Zhang Xu didn't want to hide it, so he directly took the opportunity to step down and said, "Mr. Qin, your vision is really accurate. I have to bring in more goods, and I have to trouble you."

"It's nothing. Didn't Director Song say that you can come anytime you want, but you have to pay."

Lao Qin's words are all right.

He is good at drinking, but he knows how to choose from work and hobbies.

"How could it be, I brought you all the money."

Zhang Xu said that, taking out the money. Although it was a stack of fur tickets, Old Qin didn't care much. He turned on the light and counted the money, and then took the other party inside.

According to Zhang Xu's plan, these ten boxes scored twice. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he first asked for four boxes this time.

Like before, when Lao Qintou was issuing the invoice, he began to squat on the ground and wipe the box.

But when he wiped it this time, he seemed to look more carefully than before, and more like he was looking for something.

"Give."

Lao Qin stood up and handed over the outbound ticket.

After carefully checking the boxes, Zhang Xu finally walked out with four alleys in disappointment.

Four boxes of mousse are not too heavy.

When he reached the door, Chen Peng, who was standing outside waiting, immediately came up to meet him.

When the two of them tied the products onto the bicycle, Zhang Xu's contemplative look surprised Chen Peng: "What's wrong, have a calm face?"

"I originally wanted to find out if there is a manufacturer's phone number on this packaging, but I didn't see it anyway."

"Didn't you say that there are still 500 boxes in the supply and marketing cooperative, why do you contact the manufacturer?"

In Chen Peng's opinion, five hundred boxes are already quite large. If they are sold out, the profit alone will be tens of thousands of yuan.

In this era, this is not a small amount.

"The vision is longer-term. Today is only the first day. After a few days, mousse will only be more in short supply. Five hundred boxes are not enough to sell at all."

Listening to what his friend said, Chen Peng nodded and asked, "What should I do?"

"Let's take a look then."

By the time I arrived at the place, the hair salon owner was already standing at the door looking forward.

For him, this is something that makes money.

Seeing the familiar 28-bar at the entrance of the alley appear, he quickly ran over: "Oh, it's finally here. I thought you won't be here tomorrow for this heavy snowy day."

The words were right to Zhang Xu, but his eyes were always staring at the four boxes tied to the back seat of the car.

This time, the boss paid much more quickly than before.

Seven hundred and six, without blinking, and they were all changed to a whole vote.

When helping to move the goods in, Zhang Xu paid attention to the mousse that had been displayed by the boss before, and it seemed that there were fewer.

I looked at the two alleys that had been opened on the ground. The box that had been opened was half empty.

But the ones on the shelves were missing six or seven bottles.

Zhang Xu knew that some of them had sold them.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, people come to buy it, and you can imagine how intimate this thing is.

At this time, Zhang Xu had a bold idea.

"boss."

"What's wrong?" Hearing Zhang Xu's call, the hair salon owner frowned: "Don't tell me, it's out of stock?"

"That's not."

"Just want to ask, do you have other colleagues?"

Zhang Xu knew that relying on his own sales will always be limited.

However, hierarchical sales will be very popular in decades.

"However, do you want me to introduce you to the business?" The boss was also very smart.

"Yes, as long as you introduce it, you can set the purchase price yourself, and I will charge you ten yuan in the end. Moreover, if you sell it, I will give you another 10% rebate."

Hearing this, the hair salon owner was stunned for a moment.

He naturally knew what it means when he rebate, and this success is not much, but I have to say that Zhang Xu's art of speaking can completely grasp him tightly.

The free pricing alone is enough for him to think a lot.

According to the current tightness of Moss, there are no channels for buying in Guan City.

He did not find any source of supplies for those who worked hard during the Little New Year, let alone other colleagues.

If you get the goods from Zhang Xu for nine yuan and transfer it to another three yuan, it will not be considered a small amount of money.

At this time, Zhang Xu was very confident that the other party would agree.

After all, even if people don’t sell it to others, the 10% discount on purchases is attractive enough.

"It's done, that's settled!"

After leaving the hair salon, the two continued to rush towards the supply and marketing cooperative.

Chen Peng sat behind, looking at Zhang Xu's back, and admired him even more.

It's only been a year, and this kid seems to be completely different from before, as if he's a different person.

Just when I was discussing business with the hair salon owner, it was like a middle-aged man living in his 18-year-old living in his body, very sophisticated.

But he didn't dare to ask too much, just thinking that it was the experience of his friend these days that led to a major change in the other party's temperament.

After all, no one in Guan City has ever experienced the divorce and separation of parents on New Year’s Eve.
Chapter completed!