For the next ten days, Zhu Xiaohua sold 200 popsicle foam boxes a day, but rarely sold them, and most of them were backlogged.

Every evening, the employees of the Lucheng Popsicle Wholesale Center cry out loudly in the square, and hold up a sign saying: "It's a miserable loss, hurry up and buy popsicles." If we don't buy it, we'll have to roll up and go home. ”

Li Shufen stood in front of the window opposite, laughing, with a vicious light in her eyes, and said, "Zhu Xiaohua, I didn't expect you to have today." ”

He calculated that Zhu Xiaohua would lose two or three hundred yuan a day, and after ten days, his previous family should be about to lose everything.

She decided to give Zhu Xiaohua a blow and continue to increase supply.

These days, the number of popsicles they sell is going up, but the strange thing is that the train station market is like a bottomless pit, no matter how many popsicles they sell, they can be quickly digested.

She decided to continue to increase the supply of popsicles, so that the market reached saturation, and completely cut off Zhu Xiaohua's financial route.

Li Shufen said: "Zhu Xiaohua should be almost at the limit, I decided to increase the supply of popsicles to 60,000 tomorrow to completely defeat him." ”

Lao Qiao is losing money every day these days, but compared to Zhu Xiaohua's loss of 20,000 sticks, his loss of two cents per piece is basically negligible.

However, if the supply is mentioned as 60,000 pieces, his loss is not small, and he has to lose 120 yuan.

He calculated that these days, the labor, freight, and the loss of the backlog of popsicles on the first day, these days, a total of more than 2,000 yuan has been lost. The sack of money that Zhu Xiaohua gave him had already been spent and was about to be empty.

He is also going to the limit, it's time to give it a go, he wants to use this last money to fight to the death, and the battle will be won or lost.

Lao Qiao said: "Zhu Xiaohua should have no money, tomorrow's battle, I believe we will definitely win him." ”

Early the next morning, ten tractors loaded with popsicles drove vigorously to the uncle's wholesale center.

Watching the lively crowd as if rushing to the market, they all gathered around to watch, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

It was the first time in their lives that many people had seen such a spectacular convoy of tractors.

The popsicles arrived at the wholesale center, and before they could be unloaded, they were snapped up by the swarms of retailers.

These retailers have a lot of young faces, and many of them still look like students.

In less than three hours, Lao Qiao and Li Shufen's 60,000 popsicles were snatched up again.

Vendors who couldn't buy popsicles turned to the Lucheng popsicle wholesale center in the west again.

Seeing that her 60,000 popsicles were sold out, and there were still people to buy Zhu Xiaohua's popsicles, Li Shufen was angry.

She decided to ship another 60,000 on a temporary basis.

Lao Qiao shook his sack, took out the only two hundred yuan left, and said, "Counting the freight and labor costs, I'm afraid I can only buy 40,000 sticks." ”

Li Shufen said: "40,000 is 40,000, and we must not lose this last battle." ”

In the afternoon, 40,000 popsicles were delivered to the uncle's wholesale center.

Suddenly, however, the air seemed to be quiet.

The tide of vendors has disappeared, and even Zhu Xiaohua's Lucheng Wholesale Center opposite has suddenly closed its doors, and the foam boxes at their doors have not yet had time to be transported away.

Li Shufen and Lao Qiao said a little excitedly: "Zhu Xiaohua finally withdrew, did we win?" ”

The two were excited, high-fived and cheered, thinking that the battle of more than ten days had finally won under their final blow.

"Zhu Xiaohua is nothing more than that." Lao Qiao finally relaxed, "I thought Zhu Xiaohua was really invincible. ”

Li Shufen looked disdainful: "You, you just overestimate him." He's just a stunned young man, what's invincible? ”

The two were celebrating each other, and suddenly Li Shufen's younger brother trotted over and said: "Today, there are a lot of people selling popsicles at the three major bus stations in the east, west and south of Lucheng, and Zhu Xiaohua seems to be there!" ”

"What? Zhu Xiaohua sells popsicles at the bus station? ”

Lao Qiao and Li Shufen began to be confused.

Her brother continued: "And, as far as I can see, the popsicles they sell seem to be ours!" ”

Old Qiao was stunned for a moment, and faintly felt bad.

Although he doesn't understand the situation of the railway station market, according to his experience in following Zhu Xiaohua to develop the market in the past, the demand of each market is limited. For example, the demand of the Xiangshan Park market is about 400, the demand of Bailu Temple Scenic Area is about 1,000, and the demand of Xuefu Road is about 16,000.

However, the demand of the train station market is like a bottomless pit, no matter how many popsicles they put in, they can be absorbed.

And he remembered that Zhu Xiaohua said that the demand for the railway station market may be about 20,000......

Where did the extra popsicles go?

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Could it be that I went to the east, west and south bus station markets?

The more Old Joe thought about it, the more he felt a chill down his spine.

He remembered that Zhu Xiaohua said that their next target, in addition to the railway station, was the east, west, and south bus stations.

Old Joe stared at the last 40,000 popsicles downstairs, they were neatly placed in front of the shop, straight to the street, but no one cared.

All of a sudden, there's no way to get it.

Until dark, it was not sold again.

These 40,000 roots, this final blow, they completely pounced and hit the cotton.

Lao Qiao, Li Shufen, Qiao Mingyu and others crossed the square and walked towards Zhu Xiaohua's shop, they unveiled the white foam box, which was empty and there were no popsicles.

A few more were uncovered, and there were still no popsicles inside.

Old Joe uncovered thirty foam boxes in one go, and they were all empty.

It turns out that these days, most of the two hundred foam boxes that have not been sold are empty......

Li Shufen couldn't help but shout: "We have been deceived!" Zhu Xiaohua, this cunning fox! ”

Lao Qiao couldn't help but feel dizzy, only to feel that the world was spinning, and he fell to the ground with a "plop", and said, "It's over, my sack of money!" It's gone, it's all gone! ”

Lucheng South Bus Station.

Zhu Xiaohua, Chen Xiangwan, and more than a dozen employees are selling a steady stream of popsicles purchased from the train station to retailers.

In front of the popsicles in their foam box, a large sign was erected, which read: "Wholesale popsicles, starting at 300 pieces, three cents each." ”

Zhu Xiaohua said: "I would also like to thank Lao Qiao and Li Shufen for continuously supplying us in the past ten days, so that we can open the three major bus station markets in the east, west and south so quickly." ”

Chen Xiangmaru said: "Yes, I really have to thank them, their popsicles are cheaper than the wholesale price of the factory." ”

Zhu Xiaohua nodded: "Yes, it's a lot of money, and it's cheap." It doesn't get much better than that. ”