"Okay." Liu Meng also wanted to know whether it was the 'historical memory' manor that bought it, or whether it was Zuiyunlou who bought it.

Ten pigs were pulled to the slaughterhouse.

Under Liao Peng's orders, several butchers started work at the same time, killed all the pigs, and then sorted out and loaded them in batches.

Behind the delivery truck at the slaughterhouse is a freezer, and the pork is all sealed without dust, so there will be no contamination problems.

Liao Peng found someone to drive, and Liu Meng sat in the co-pilot.

The slaughter fee of 300 yuan per head, including the packaging on the car, is delivered to the place.

Looking at the route, Liu Meng knew that this was not Zuiyun Tower.

It should be another place that Lin Anruo said, historical memory.

"Manager Hu, these pigs are all raised by him, you can talk, I'll leave first." Liao Peng collected the slaughter fee for ten pigs, finished the cart of pork, and drove away directly.

Ten pigs, the total weight even reached 4,000 catties.

Liu Meng bought the pigs from the breeding base that were about to be slaughtered, fed them with blood for a few days, and grew again.

They are all big fat pigs of more than a few hundred catties, and after removing the internal organs and other water, there are still nearly 3,000 catties of meat.

Three thousand catties is a lot, but when Liu Meng saw the scale of this historical memory, he knew that they could buy it.

The entire historical memory covers an area of about 400 square meters, with five floors.

Like a huge manor, it should be able to consume these 3,000 catties of pork in less than a week.

"Mr. Liu, the price of these pork is nine yuan per catty, what do you think?"

The person who spoke was Hu Xianping, the manager of the purchasing department of Historical Memory.

When Liu Meng heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said, "Nine pieces? Manager Hu, are you mistaken? Are my black pigs special? ”

When I sold the black pig for the first time, I was in a hurry, so I didn't pay much attention to the price and suffered a loss.

But this time, someone else took the initiative to contact him, and the price must be raised.

Because according to what the slaughterhouse owner said, Liu Meng's black pig market sales are good, so he has confidence.

And this batch of pigs was bought by Liu Meng from other pig farms, and then fed with his own blood for two days, and the cost was not less than eight yuan.

Coupled with the round-trip freight and labor costs, if it is sold to nine yuan quickly, the net profit is estimated to be only one pound.

It seems that Liu Meng has earned this deal, and if he buys a black pig and sells it, he can earn thousands of yuan.

But in fact, it's a loss.

Because Liu Meng's blood is not endless.

It is used to invest in the blood of black pigs, and if you make pomegranate wine, or do something else, you will definitely be able to make more money.

Therefore, hearing the other party's bid of nine yuan, Liu Meng was a little unhappy.

"No matter how special it is, it is pork, now the market price of live pigs is only about six or seven yuan, and the black pig is a little more expensive than eight yuan, I have already considered your special pork problem, otherwise we will not take the initiative to contact you." Hu Xianping stared at Liu Meng and explained.

"Manager Hu, these are all black pigs of mine, and the taste is special, the pig food is also relatively special, and the cost is higher, I think the price is a bit low."

Liu Meng knows the advantages of the black pig that has fed him blood, and now the market price of ordinary live pigs is indeed six or seven yuan a catty.

But he is a black pig, and the market price of black pigs is higher, usually selling for eight or nine yuan per catty.

He himself is a black pig that is about to be slaughtered, and if it is still at this price, he will earn too little.

"Mr. Liu, I know that your pork is special, but we have a great demand, and the demand is about a few thousand catties every week, and the price is already very high." Hu Xianping stared at Liu Meng, seemingly dissatisfied.

Liu Meng pursed his lips and said, "Manager Hu, I have a whole ten pigs, and the meat is really delicious, can you add more?" ”

Hu Xianping frowned slightly, he is the manager of the purchasing department, only responsible for procurement, where do you know the specific taste and popularity of this pork, and the price he has given high enough.

They can buy ordinary pigs for seven or eight yuan, because the demand here is large enough.

Historical memory is best known for its variety of grilled meats.

There is a huge demand for pork.

The boss specially reminded him of the nine yuan.

"Then let's do it, I'll add two more cents to you, nine pieces two." Hu Xianping said impatiently.

"And, Mr. Liu, don't forget, I asked the slaughterhouse to find you, otherwise you may not have this price if you sell it to the slaughterhouse, and the slaughterhouse slaughtering fee is also paid by us, just because considering that you are the source of pork, you can ensure the quality."

"In this way, Mr. Liu will only earn more, what is there to be dissatisfied with, people still can't be too greedy." Hu Xianping stared at Liu Meng in a preachy tone.

Liu Meng was very unhappy when he heard this, even if the slaughterhouse owner didn't say it, he would realize that his pork was selling well in the market.

After a few times, he can find other slaughterhouses on his own, and the slaughterhouse is only responsible for slaughtering, and he pays the slaughter fee and is responsible for finding customers.

And it's not that he can't find it, the Fengshan Hotel and the Financial Hotel also need pork.

Although the demand is not as large as historical memory, more than 100 catties of pork a day can definitely be consumed.

As long as the market is open, his pork will not be sold at all.

Now Hu Xianping's tone of charity made him very unhappy.

Although it is not happy, Liu Meng has nothing to say, the pork has already been pulled, it is impossible for him not to sell it, two cents is two cents, and there are hundreds of yuan for about three thousand catties.

Nodding very unhappily, Liu Meng agreed.

"Okay, Mr. Liu is a smart person, I hope there is no problem with the quality of pork, let me ask more, how many such black pigs does Mr. Liu raise." Hu Xianping asked with a smile.

Liu Meng said casually: "Hundreds of pigs, enough to supply you, there will be a lot of black pigs slaughtered every month." ”

"Oh, it seems that Mr. Liu is a big pig farmer, and he can continue to supply us with pork of this quality, you go to the finance department to calculate the money, a total of two thousand nine hundred and eighty-one catties, multiplied by nine yuan and twenty-one catties, a total of twenty-seven thousand four hundred and twenty-five yuan and two cents." Hu Xianping took the computer to calculate, and then opened the bill.

Liu Meng frowned slightly, and said: "Manager Hu, why is it less than three thousand catties, aren't my batch of black pigs almost four thousand catties, wait, you calculate according to the weight of the pork after slaughter?" ”

"Mr. Liu, we bought pork, of course the weight of pork." Hu Xianping said as a matter of course.

Liu Meng was not happy, and said seriously: "Manager Hu, the nine yuan two I said is the price of live pigs, how can the weight be calculated according to the net pork?" ”

Hu Xianping seemed to have known Liu Meng's problem for a long time, and said with a smile: "Mr. Liu, didn't you say okay, we bought pork, but the slaughter fee is paid by us, of course the net weight of pork should be calculated, Mr. Liu can't understand this question?" ”

"I ......" Liu Meng almost blurted out and scolded, what kind of reason is this, using the price of live pigs to calculate the weight of pork, just because they paid for slaughter?

It seems that he was tricked.

After taking the receipt, Liu Meng was very unhappy, very unhappy.

Pigs, and pork, there's a big gap between that.

For example, a 300-kilogram pig, after slaughtering, remove the pig's water, that is, the contents of the pig's belly, and there can be more than 200 catties.

Because the meat yield of pigs is about 70%.

In other words, if Liu Meng sells pork today, he will at least make 30 percent less money.

Whoever changes this will be unhappy!

"Okay, we will have long-term cooperation in the future, let's go to the finance department to get the money?"

At this time, seeing that Liu Meng was angry, Hu Xianping waved his hand and said.

He did play a little cautiously, because Liu Meng looked like a rural person, and he was too young, where would he understand a lot of these things.

Buying the weight of net pork at the price of a hog can save a lot of money every time.

At this time, a woman walked into the purchasing department and said to Hu Xianping: "Manager Hu, I heard that the pork from last time arrived again?" ”

Hu Xianping stared at the woman who came in with a smile and said, "When I arrived, I was in the cold room, and I asked someone to send it to you, right?" ”

"No need, I've brought someone." Zhuang Xiaosi didn't seem to be like Hu Xianping, his eyes fell on the slip in Liu Meng's hand, and he said in surprise: "Are these pigs raised by you?" ”

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