High-end community in Chengbei, Guan City.

Sun Fuping was at home with his younger brother, and there was an empty can of mousse on the table.

"These hair salons have all started to collect empty cans?" Sun Fuping said in confusion.

"It's true, boss, we've all inquired about it. They bought four yuan. Now those old men and women don't want to come to us to sell it. What should we do?"

Facing my younger brother's words, Sun Fuping fell into deep thought.

He had been to the supply and marketing cooperative before and learned about the price of mousse, and the brand new one was only two yuan and four yuan. Now the empty can suddenly surged to four yuan.

This is obviously because he knows his trick, and he is raising the cost to fight him.

Sun Fuping is not stupid. After calculating the retail price and recycling costs, he knows that the profit here is still quite large.

All of these goods have been checked and they all came out from Zhang Xu.

He had a feast with that kid, so he would not let it go easily.

After a long time, he looked up and glanced at everyone: "Let me speak out, start from tomorrow, and you can empty the jars for five yuan."

"Boss, there will be no problem with this, right?" a younger brother said cautiously.

"The can I get five yuan and get fifteen yuan back. This is not a loss for the transaction." Sun Fuping snorted coldly.

In his opinion, making money now is secondary, and overturning Zhang Xu is the most satisfying thing.

At the beginning, he was very cautious, but asked his younger brother to collect a small amount.

After about ten returns were successful the next day, the courage became bigger.

On the third day and the fourth day, the same is true, and there are more and more old men and women who come to sell cans.

At that time, Zhang Xu was at home. He had not shipped the goods these days, but had been paying attention to the news on Sun Fuping.

Chen Peng came in from outside the door, and his footsteps seemed to be very anxious: "Zhang Xu, we don't have much money!"

"How long can you last?" Zhang Xu asked indifferently.

"I've been dying for the last day."

Listening to Chen Peng's words, Yu Manjun and Zhao Jianguo were also silent at this time.

Zhang Xu looked out the house and saw the dozens of sacks piled up in the yard, all of which were empty cans they had collected from him these days.

"It's almost done, let's go ship it."

He said, got up and carried a few bags, and then went out.

At this time, Chen Peng and the other two couldn't understand what Zhang Xu was going to do, so they could only carry the sacks out together.

In just three days, the old men and women in Guan City seemed to be alive.

It seems that the sound of their mousse-collecting air-tubes can be heard in the streets and alleys.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, watching several old men appear.

Zhang Xu's eyes hesitated for a few seconds, as if he was struggling with something, but finally walked up to him.

Just as he passed by a few old men, a sack on his back fell down.

The unsealed bag fell out before it even landed on the ground.

The bang was very harsh, and the old men quickly turned their heads.

After seeing the empty mousse can on the ground, the yellowed eyes lit up a lot.

An old man picked up one, and Zhang Xu came to him and reached out and said, "Uncle, thank you."

Looking at his smiling face, the old man didn't want to let go, but looking at the sacks he was carrying, he became interested.

"Young man, are mousse jars in your sacks?"

"Well, I heard that the hair salon is collecting two dollars, so I plan to sell it." Zhang Xu said seriously.

At this time, Yu Manjun and the other three stood behind Zhang Xu.

The old man glanced at it and said anxiously: "They confiscated it from yesterday, and it's only two dollars. You might as well sell it to us!"

The hair salon is not collected, but Zhang Xu arranged it for today's plan.

Zhang Xu disagreed: "It's okay, I'll go and ask, maybe someone else will accept it."

These words made several old men panic.

No one knows if the hair salon will be stopped for one day. If it starts again today, wouldn’t it be a loss?

"Young man, our price is much higher than theirs. Anyway, we have to sell it. If you sell it to us, you don't have to carry it away anymore, right?"

Zhang Xu pretended to think for a few seconds: "Uncle, how much do you pay?"

"Three..." The old man stretched out three fingers, and was afraid that Zhang Xu and the others would not agree, so he changed his words and said, "Four pieces!!!"

The old man was also afraid that the duck that was so slap would fly, so he directly increased the price.

Just looking at the sack that Zhang Xu fell off just now, there were no less than thirty jars inside.

There are two or three hundred people carrying them on the three of them.

Zhang Xu pretended to be surprised, turned around and glanced at his friends, then slowly turned around and looked at the old men: "Uncle, is it true?"

"That's not true," the old man said, unbuttoning his belt in public, turning out a small pocket from the bag inside, and then taking out a small stack of banknotes from the pocket: "Look, look, big money!"

The hundreds of dollars in the other party's hands seemed out of place with their appearance.

Seeing this, Zhang Xu nodded immediately and then called the three people behind him and put down the sack.

Seeing this, several old men immediately stepped forward and started counting jars.

A few minutes later, the leading old man wiped his sweat and handed over the banknotes with a smile: "Young man, there are 274 bottles in total. We have collected some of the money, 1,094 yuan, you can just do it."

Seeing the old man's polite look, Zhang Xu took it and put it in his pocket.

At this time, Yu Manjun looked at her fiancé, but her brows were furrowed tightly.

He knew that Zhang Xu had not asked several bosses of the hair salon to empty the jars since yesterday.

Now that I suddenly want to leave the house, I am obviously preparing to fight back.
Chapter completed!