052 Generous
Yang Changfan didn't expect that the fat man Huang opened his mouth with such a large amount, and he was really dizzy in his heart, but he still had to forcibly calm down on his face, looking like he was thinking, but in fact, after being dizzy, he replied slowly: "Yes." β
Huang Fatzi was anxious, and then said, "Okay, let's directly negotiate the price of 10,000 wind chimes." β
"You have to pay for the goods in advance."
"How does this work?" The fat man glared and said, "Pay half first, and then pay half when the goods are complete, this is the rule." β
"The situation is different now, you are making hot money, and I am making cold money? If you think about it carefully, my goods can only be given to you, and my profits are all for you, and if you don't accept it halfway, how can I live? β
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"Brother has figured it out, I can only accept the full amount, and after this business, I will hardly be able to do this business again."
"Alas!" Huang Fatzi shook his head and sighed, this deal was a big gamble for himself, not for Yang Changfan, he raised his hand, "Come on!" β
"Please!"
It's another round of fighting.
Qiao'er was busy working beside her, looking at the two of them from time to time, and she couldn't help but be happy.
Both of them had constipated expressions, sweating profusely, and struggling hard in their sleeves. Qiao'er didn't understand, and there were no outsiders eavesdropping on the side, just say it directly, must there be this?
But the two of them are exquisite, this time the bargaining is not as casual as yesterday, 10,000, even if it is just a wind chime, it is a big business, Huang Fatzi is worried about monopolizing the supply of goods, and Yang Changfan is thinking about making more money. There is undoubtedly another factor in this - being plagiarized. Once the wind chime making technology is plagiarized, everything changes, and being plagiarized is almost inevitable, it's just a matter of time, this time is not too long, maybe ten days and half a month is enough. Both of them know that the purpose of these 10,000 wind chimes is to make this business absolutely within ten days and half a month, so that people in Zhejiang want to vomit when they see the wind chimes.
This time, the two of them negotiated the tea until it was cool, and they both showed the feeling that they had just eliminated the old stool for many years, and each took a sip of herbal tea.
"Brother is so tight!"
"Brother killed so deeply!"
After drinking tea, Huang Fatzi said to Qiao'er: "Hard-working brother and sister bring paper and pencils!" β
"What are you doing?" Qiao'er asked puzzled.
"IOU." Yang Changfan said with a smile.
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The paper and ink were done, Huang Fat picked up the pen, and reluctantly wrote down the IOU, and after Yang Changfan nodded, he signed his name, and then stamped his fingerprint, and the IOU took effect. Although the yellow fat character is extremely ugly, it is good that one is one and two is two, which can make people look at it.
Yang Changfan accepted the IOU, and together with Qiao'er, he helped him transport the hundreds of wind chimes produced today to the car, and Huang Fatzi also stayed soon, he still had too many things to arrange, so he took his leave.
Yang Changfan handed the IOU to Qiao'er: "This is good, he will send the money over and return it." β
"How much." Qiao'er opened the IOU and squinted, "Ah!! β
Her legs were directly weak, and she almost sat on the ground, but her hands were clenched tightly, for fear of dropping the IOU.
Yang Changfan hurriedly held her up, and his voice trembled: "Lady, to be honest, in fact, I am also very panicked......
"Yes, yes...... Isn't it......" Qiao'er asked as she shuddered, "Am I right?" β
"No, no, no...... Yang Changfan was also trembling, "Let's sit down and calm down first." β
The two sat directly on the ground and looked at the IOU together.
[Today, Yang Changfan owes one thousand and two full debts, and it will be returned within three days. γ
γHuang Hongdaγ
[Jiajing 34th February......]
"A thousand...... Fifteen hundred taels ......" Qiao'er trembled and handed the IOU to Yang Changfan, "You better take it......"
"You take it, I'm panicking too."
"......" Qiao'er swallowed and foamed, "That yellow merchant, looking at his unsightly appearance, how can he come up with so much money...... How much is that? β
"Ten thousand."
"Mother...... Qiao'er was about to cry, "Is he crazy, buy so much in one go." β
"It's a bit crazy, it's a big gamble."
"Bet on what?"
"Bet on these 10,000 wind chimes and sell them for 10,000 taels."
"That'...... Isn't he richer than He Yongqiang? β
"I don't know, it's definitely richer than our family anyway."
"Yes...... You'll lose it too, right? β
"Of course, so he takes risks, he makes a lot of money."
"Fifteen hundred taels is still a small head...... 10,000 ...... Are there so many candidates in Shaoxing? β
"That's what he's thinking about." Yang Changfan sighed, and finally picked up the IOU, is this Nima just taking advantage of the chaos to go to the sea to make a fortune, one thousand five hundred taels, Haitian is actually not necessary. According to a superficial algorithm, go to Yangzhou and buy high-end concubines who are good at blowing, playing and singing, and proficient in everything, which is enough to buy a class.
Yang Changfan himself is really afraid, is it too ruthless to pit people? It's not easy for people to read a book, although their big pot of gold is not to the extent of blood, but it is still a little bottomless in the palm of your hand.
How can you be more stable?
Yang Changfan suddenly understood why those rich people were engaged in charity.
It turns out that everyone has no bottom in their hearts.
Donate some, and your heart will be at ease.
To whom? Must be a reader.
Thinking of this, Yang Changfan must admit that he rushed forward with his stuffy head, and he really didn't think about it in many places, and he needed someone who was particularly thoughtful to help him come up with ideas.
At sunset, the little couple packed up their things and went home with an IOU.
Fifteen hundred taels, how to spend it, is a problem.
In fact, it's not a problem, about how to spend money, there is not much difference between ancient and modern, buying a house, buying a car, buying a wife, it's nothing more than how big a house is, how good a car, and how many wives there are.
Most modern women will make these requests, but Qiao'er doesn't mention them, she is still a little daughter-in-law's mentality, and she doesn't dare to think too much.
Yang Changfan himself is still in the entrepreneurial stage, and now his work is concentrated on the seaside, and it is not the time to enjoy life, 1,500 taels is indeed a lot, but there is still a gap from enjoying happiness for a lifetime.
The two finally looked at each other - let's not buy anything.
And you can't show your wealth.
As soon as she entered the house, Zhao Siping had been waiting here for a long time, and when she saw the little couple, she immediately cried out: "My Changgui...... was killed by his brother, and he didn't even get the capital! Woowoo woo ......"
I'm crying so badly.
Yang Shouquan was already sitting at the table, and only waved his hand: "Ignore her, come over for dinner." β
When Yang Changfan heard this, he hurriedly bypassed Zhao Siping with Qiao'er.
Zhao Siping was very sensitive, not so easy to be bypassed, turned around and grabbed Yang Changfan: "You are so poisonous!" It's poisonous! Even my own brother ......"
"Enough trouble!" Yang Shouquan scolded in the hall.
"Not enough! It's never enough! Zhao Siping pulled Yang Changfan and didn't let go, and howled, "When my brother loses my brother's fame and makes money, master, you will give you a comment...... Changgui's miserable ......"
"Then what do you want!" Yang Shouquan clutched his head in pain.
What does she want? She didn't know it herself, she was going to make a fuss anyway.
"You've got to give me an explanation anyway! Give our mother and son an explanation! Zhao Siping pulled Yang Changfan and cried again.