The seasonality of the fruit is strong.

By this time it was already winter.

A large number of fruits are also starting to be marketed.

Mainly sugar cane, apples, oranges, grapefruits.

The fruit wholesale side occupies a large area, and the originally planned place is obviously insufficient, and where there is a shed, there is a fixed stall, and the local fruit sellers buy the fruit first and operate in it.

There are a lot of people inside, and there are no less than hundreds of people in this part of the market alone, and there are busy figures everywhere.

On the road outside the market, there is the unloading area, full of trucks, large and small, some 4 meters 2, some 3 meters 2, but more small four-wheeled, and even a few walk-behind tractors.

Racks full of goods, flat shoulders.

Fan Yang's eyes were poisonous, and after a cursory walk, he divided the import area and the exit area.

Locally produced fruits, mainly red oranges, and pears.

Local fruit sellers will set up points in the countryside to buy red oranges from farmers, and if they have channels, they will directly pull them to other places.

Those that have no channels, or those that are unsalable, will also be pulled to the wholesale market.

If you are engaged in trade, it is better to have business back and forth.

Those who run the transport are also reluctant to return to the air.

It is better to conclude a bilateral deal.

Exploring one by one, this helps Fan Yang quickly understand the agricultural layout of Sichuan.

Going out is a Dongfeng brand flatbed truck, about 4.2 meters long, 3 meters wide, the guardrail standard is only 60 cm, and the top is 1 meter high, that is, 1 meter 6 high compartment, with a tarpaulin.

There was a group of vendors below, the back door of the car opened, and there were four people standing on top of the truck.

Busy on it.

A boss with a fanny pack, a leather jacket and a calculator in his hand.

There was also a woman standing next to her, holding a notebook in her hand and a scale at her feet.

There are also two people, but they only wear a thin piece of clothing in the winter, and they look like temporary workers in the fruit market, and they look like coolies.

Helping with the moves.

And the sign next to it reads: "Red Fuji apples, don't choose, don't slash, 8 cents a catty, a box of 35 catties, tare weight 8 taels, a box of 28." ”

At first glance, the packaging is an ordinary cardboard box, about 60 cm wide, and there is no wooden frame on the outside.

Two boxes were unpacked and filled with samples.

The vendors at the bottom crowded there to see the goods.

Although it is clearly written, it is not a, but those scheming hawkers, when they buy fruits, often ask for a slash, otherwise he will be panicked.

After the table, you have to open the carton, check whether there is a wooden board stuffed underneath, and check whether the fruit is broken.

It's a mess.

"Hey, boss, a box of 6 hard injuries, you have to change this ...... for me"

"Don't ...... this box"

"Why don't you change it for me?"

"If you don't change it, you can get out? Lao Tzu will give you a cushion. ”

"Change, don't worry, don't worry, that, hey, you haven't paid for it yet. ”

Fan Yang shook his head and didn't squeeze in.

I made a silent calculation in my mind.

Such a package, the yard is a little higher, a car can pull more than 1,000 boxes, and the gross calculation is a transaction of twenty or thirty thousand.

It's still good, it's the big boss.

The apple was introduced by Wenchuan at a glance, and it was not so big, and the red Fuji in Shaanxi was in the best condition.

They are all introduced Mt. Fuji apples.

His wholesale price is 8 cents, the purchase price should be about 5 cents, Wenchuan is not far from here, and the freight should be about 2,000 yuan.

Half a month is a cycle, if you go to the countryside to harvest, or a month, this business can be done.

But not everyone can do it, this is also a first-come, first-served, you have to establish your own channels in advance, such as large fruit farmers, you have to communicate well in advance, cooperate every year, and others will be willing to sell to you.

There is also a market with limited capacity.

Every year, the apples of the new season, the first few cars, must be the best to sell, and if you are lucky, they will be sold out in a day or two.

But you go late, encounter the tail market, especially the trucks in this period, it is particularly easy to break down, and then encounter the road to grab money, this era of car robbery has become a trend, there are few cars on the car, many roads you dare not run, a traffic jam or something, the risk is still very large, not to mention the overturn.

Therefore, it is not a guaranteed profit, and there is still a great risk.

Another point is interpersonal relationships.

Do you think money is easy to earn?

It doesn't matter if you follow the trend and make a small fuss, but if you have a big heart and go to steal someone else's big business, it's hard to say what the consequences will be.

People die for money, and birds die for food.

The local wholesale fruit market is also definitely a mix of dragons and snakes.

Fan Yang knew at a glance that this place was a leader, and there were people who covered it, if he wanted to handle this business, he would definitely have to pay attention to all aspects, and there were many places that needed to be touched.

But now, these are not his considerations.

Isn't it possible to blow nine glances?

If he can bite it, Fan Yang doesn't mind giving him a way to make a fortune.

Bypassing the big truck, there were some small four-wheelers in the back.

The price is about the same.

These are small businessmen, pulling thousands of dollars per car, mainly because the turnover is fast.

For Xiao Ben's fruit business, it is best to have his own car, and a small four-wheeled agricultural car like this can be bought for a few thousand yuan.

After a few trips to business, I earned the car money.

That's why it's a quick business to make money.

But people are like this, everything has to be led by people, and they always dare not try unfamiliar things easily.

I also took a look at those small four-wheelers and found that the prices were very messy.

The big truck in front costs 8 cents a pound, and the 7 cents and 6 cents in the back are sold.

Fan Yang smiled and shook his head: "It seems that the local leader is not strong enough, and the price is not well controlled." ”

It means that the difficulty of the challenge of Nine Glances has been reduced a lot.

Apple's profits are still good.

Fan Yang moved to the Red Orange District again.

The price of local red oranges is miserable, miserable.

A dime or two a pound.

No one cares yet.

At this price, even the shipping cost is not enough.

Fan Yang didn't bother to ask, Sichuan's red orange industry has not been in depression for a year or two.

Unsalable fruit farmers, unwilling to rot the fruit on the tree, one by one sad faces, some not far from dozens of kilometers, just by shoulders to pick up, but also early in the morning to come to set up a stall, dressed in tatters, looking at the busy figure around, but the red orange area is deserted.

Fan Yang shook his head, forget it, he doesn't have this ability now.

The idea of introducing Huazhou orange cake has become even more firm.

In this era, it is the peasants who are really suffering.

Fan Yang originally wanted to leave, but his heart moved, so he still walked over.

There are not even cars here, and they are all sold there.

A few peasants shrank in the corner and smoked, sitting on the floor on such a cold day, there were two peasants in their fifties and sixties, an old man and an aunt, who seemed to be very sleepy, and the two shrunk together, and the old man stretched out his hand to hold his wife and let her bury her on her knees.

Frozen chapped hands, tattered clothes, gray hair.

In his hand, he held half a dry and hard steamed bun, a crumpled green plastic bag at his feet, which seemed to contain several cakes, and an enamel tea jar next to it.

Fan Yang looked sour in his heart.

Step forward.

Before they could get closer, one of the peasants stood up.

Seeing what Fan Yang was wearing, he was in good spirits, and walked over quickly, about forty or fifty years old, wearing a Mao suit, his hair was also gray, he looked like a village cadre, and walked forward quickly: "Boss, do you want oranges? Local red oranges, 2 cents a catty, you want more, you can do less." ”

"Really, why is it so cheap?"

The middle-aged man frowned, remembered something, groped in his trouser pocket for a while, took out a bag of red plums, and handed one to Fan Yang: "No way, you can't sell it, are you in the fruit business?"

"Well, you are?"

The middle-aged man looked at Fan Yang and nodded, and his face suddenly became energetic: "Hello, hello, I am the party secretary of Liangshuijing Township, and we are rich in red oranges...... but he said and said, but there was no follow-up, and he didn't know how to sell this red orange.

sighed.

"When did you get here?"

"Came yesterday morning. The village party secretary replied.

"Yesterday, you won't be here for a day and a night?"

The book rubbed his unkempt hair: "If you can't sell it today, you can't do anything but pick it up again." ”

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