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What Su Yuemei hated most was Zeng Cheng's calm smile that was all under control, and she couldn't wait to step forward and slap that cheap face.

Of course, this kind of thing can only be thought about, and as soon as she stomped her feet, Su Yuemei said hatefully: "Brother, you win, three yuan a pound is three yuan a pound, I want a thousand pounds, but you must deliver it before eleven o'clock, okay?"

Watermelons that cost three yuan a pound can be sold to customers at a price of more than 30 yuan a pound when they turn around, and they still have huge profit margins. Even in terms of absolute profit, it is twice as high as ordinary watermelon.

"No problem, guaranteed delivery before eleven o'clock. "Zeng Chengxin said that it seems like you have lost a lot, I really bullied the master, I don't know how dark the price of your high-star hotel is. However, he still said yes, turned around and jumped on the Jiangling Treasure Book, started the car and drove away.

Returning to the place where the vegetables were loaded before, Zeng Cheng entered the Baicao space, brought out about forty watermelons of about fifty catties, and loaded them on a pickup truck.

Although the Moon Rose Hotel only needs 1,000 catties of watermelon, Zeng Cheng doesn't plan to bring it out with him. He planned to sell the watermelon to the Moon Rose Hotel, then find a suitable place and continue to set up a stall to sell watermelon. After all, it's still early, and the watermelons produced in their own fields are about to enter the peak period, and the sales volume of the Yuemei Hotel may not be able to keep up.

When he left home this morning, Zeng Cheng basically picked all the ripe watermelons in the field and put them into the grass space. There are more than 100 of these watermelons, more than five or six thousand catties. Su Yuemei wants a thousand catties, but it's really just a trivial meaning.

As for going to another four-star hotel, Tianlong Hotel, to sell, Zeng Cheng decided to hold off and see how the Moon Rose Hotel reacted.

Subsequently, Zeng Cheng drove in the direction of Yuemei Hotel again unhurriedly, and arrived at the place at about 10:40.

Zeng Cheng picked out twenty medium-sized watermelons from them, and weighed them with a total weight of 1,007 catties. Zeng Cheng said that if you remove the odds, you will count a thousand catties.

"Brother, your estimate is too accurate, right! Pick and choose, and in the end, it only got 7 catties more?" Su Yuemei laughed and teased, then picked up the phone and dialed a number to go out, "Sister Lin, come over here, and bring 12,350 yuan in cash by the way." ”

Zeng Cheng listened to the meaning of her words, and wanted to settle the bill in person, so he smiled: "It seems that the gift I gave to Mr. Su has not been able to eliminate Mr. Su's resentment against me, and he doesn't even want me to enter the office." But it doesn't matter, I believe that we will cooperate more and more in the future. ”

"Hmph, that's how women hold grudges, you just know?" Su Yuemei said with a smile.

Not long after, a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old, tall and tall urban beauty walked over, although only a little powder, but naturally has a fresh and refined temperament, she is wearing a silk black professional suit, the collar of the jacket is very low, so low that you can vaguely see the beautiful ups and downs of the mountains, the short skirt is really short, short enough to barely cover the pretty buttocks, most of the snow-white ** is exposed outside, and it looks particularly eye-catching in the sun.

The woman is Zhang Shulin, the accountant of the Yuemei Hotel, and she is holding a large stack of money in her hand, one of which has not been opened, and it is 10,000 yuan. In addition, there is a small stack of red and bright Grandpa Mao, and a green Grandpa Mao.

Zhang Shulin handed the money to Su Yuemei and said in a nice voice: "Mr. Su, the money has been brought over, a total of 12,350 yuan." ”

Su Yuemei nodded, took it and handed it to Zeng Cheng, and said, "Brother, count it yourself, don't look back and say that we gave you less money." ”

Zeng Cheng took the money, but he didn't really count it, and said: "I believe that Mr. Su will not lack our bitter money." Well, I took the money, and if you need any more vegetables from my family, you can call me. But I hope you move quickly, because my family's farm is now limited in production, and maybe I will be sold out if I contact two more big hotels. ”

"Thanks for the reminder, goodbye. Su Yuemei didn't care about Zeng Cheng's words, and waved her hand casually.

"Hehe......" Zeng Cheng smiled faintly, turned around and got into the car, and drove towards a good place where he had long thought of selling watermelons.

That place is close to the Shicheng District Government, and it is a high-end residential community, which is full of staff of various departments of the district government and their families, as well as some high-income white-collar workers and even gold-collar workers, who are not short of money.

Zeng Cheng knew that such a place actually came from the memory of his previous life. In his previous life, around 2012, his girlfriend at the time rented a house nearby, and every time Zeng Cheng went to meet his girlfriend, he would find that there were many vegetable sellers and fruit sellers selling fruits and vegetables in that area, and the business was booming.

Zeng Cheng believes that if he goes there to sell watermelons, even if the price is a little expensive, the business will definitely not be bad. After all, the quality and taste of the watermelons he grows are unmatched by other watermelons.

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Rainbow Road is just an inconspicuous street in Shicheng District, but on this road, some of the richest and most powerful people in Shicheng live. On both sides of it, there are high-end residential communities such as Shicheng Flower Garden, Phoenix Garden, Yijing Garden, and Jindi Garden. Among them, Shicheng Flower Garden is inhabited by the staff of the Shicheng District Party Committee and the District Government, and even the legendary Standing Committee courtyard is also in this community.

Zeng Cheng drove a pickup truck to a place not too far from the gates of several communities, found a parking space and stopped, ready to sell.

In the shade of the trees on the side of the road, there are already many vendors selling vegetables and fruits.

Zeng Cheng opened the door of the back seat of the pickup truck, took out a folding table from the car, and opened it on the side of the road. Then I took out a stack of disposable tablecloths, pulled a random sheet, went to the car again and took out an electronic scale, as well as a plate, bamboo sticks, convenience bags or something, and began to set up a stall.

Although the people living in this neighborhood are not bad for money, the watermelons produced by Zeng Cheng's family are too big, dozens of catties, and ordinary families with few people can't eat them at all, so he plans to start a retail service. It is to cut a large watermelon into many small portions and sell it by weight.

After Zeng Cheng's stall opened, because of his outstanding appearance of watermelon and the faint fragrance that could be smelled from a distance after cutting, some passers-by immediately surrounded him.

It's just that most of these people just ask for the price, and there are almost no people who actually buy it. Because his price is too high, 3 yuan for a pound of watermelon, ordinary people sound like robbery. After all, the ordinary watermelon on the market is only 3-5 cents, and the price is nearly ten times higher than that of others.