Xiao Gao asked: "What did Mr. Yao say, this jujube was really bought by him?" ”

Dian Sanlu then blinked: "Mr. Yao didn't say it, but after he saw so many jujubes at the door, his face turned green." Mr. Yao said, if you want to eat these jujubes, you can take them as you like, these jujubes are a benefit for everyone.

"Seeing that Yao always looked a little unhappy, obviously not very happy. Maybe these dates are not what he really wants to buy. ”

Xiao Gao thought to himself, yes, after all, at this time, how could Mr. Yao still have the leisure to buy jujubes to eat.

At this time, Mr. Yao came back on a motorcycle.

Everyone gathered around to thank Mr. Yao, and Xiao Yang said: "Mr. Yao is really generous, he bought us so many jujubes, it is estimated that he will not be able to eat them until winter." ”

Dian Sanlu said: "That's it, why don't we bury it in the grain and hide it in winter." ”

Everyone thought it was a good idea.

Xiao Yang said: "My uncle's family often buries jujubes in grain, and they have to eat them until the New Year. Mr. Yao probably didn't think so. ”

Mr. Yao drooped his face, a little unhappy.

Mr. Yao didn't care about them, and asked Xiao Gao instead: "Did Zhu Xiaohua say anything when he went to the Yiwu Street Wholesale Center today?" ”

Xiao Gao: "Zhu Xiaohua ran out of film, and he decided to go to Zhengcheng tomorrow to find film." ”

Mr. Yao sighed and said, "After so long, his film should have run out of a long time ago." ”

However, he still didn't dare to take it lightly, and it was not the first time he had heard such words. Second, Zhu Xiaohua went to Zhengcheng to look for film, and he may not be able to get new film.

He decided to see what the next day would look like.

The next day, Mr. Yao first rode a motorcycle to the Seagull Photo Studio. Everything is operating normally there, and the photo team is in order. Xiao Ding and the Kim brothers were busy with their cameras.

Then he went to the Changhong Home Community, where Tang Yimin and Jin Damin were also busy in an orderly manner as usual at the photo spots.

Eventually, he went to the Yiwu Street Wholesale Center, where Jin Dagui and Xiao Gao were handing out photos to customers from the previous two days. On the counter behind them, there were seven or eight boxes of yellow Lucky film.

Mr. Yao shook his head, this situation was similar to what he expected, this seagull photo studio is dead but not stiff, obviously there is no film, and it has been dying for a long time, but it is not dead.

Anyway, squeeze and squeeze, you can always squeeze out film from various places to use.

He couldn't help but be a little disappointed, he had worked for so many days, and the ID photo business still hadn't been done, and the Seagull Photo Studio was still alive and well.

In the afternoon of the same day, he returned to the scenic office.

The operator told him, "I'm late calling, and I say I have something very important to tell you." He will call again on time at half past two in the afternoon. ”

Mr. Yao nodded, walked straight into the office, and sat down at the telephone.

At half past two in the afternoon, the phone rang on time.

Mr. Yao picked up the phone, and a late and anxious voice came from the other end: "Mr. Yao, I have bought all the 100,000 yuan of film, eight yuan per box." It's two or three bucks cheaper than the last time we bought it. ”

Mr. Yao was delighted: "This is very good." ”

Chi Zhong's anxious voice did not ease: "The 100,000 yuan film will arrive in Los Angeles later today." I got the news that there is a new batch of goods that will arrive in Zhengcheng in two days. This is the last shipment, and I am afraid that there will be no new supply of film in the next six months.

"Do you want to do any more?"

Mr. Yao replied: "Yes, of course you have to take it." Zhu Xiaohua should be in Zhengcheng by now, if he buys this new batch of goods, our plans will be all in vain. ”

Chi Chong's voice was still a little heavy: "The price of this third batch of goods may be cheaper, only seven yuan per box." However, the amount is a bit large, almost nearly 300,000 yuan.

"With our current strength, I'm afraid we won't be able to swallow this batch of ......"

Hearing "300,000", Mr. Yao was instantly silent.

For the first shipment, he funded 20,000 yuan.

In the second batch of goods, he and Chi Chong scraped together 50,000 yuan each.

This third shipment, they can't afford to pay so much money now.

However, the price of this third batch of goods was indeed attractive, and the retail price of Los Angeles film was 28 or 30, while the price of this batch was only 7 yuan.

The purchase price is seven yuan, and the selling price is twenty-eight or thirty, which is a full four times the difference.

The profits in this middle are simply too lucrative.

If you can get all these films into your own hands and keep them and sell them slowly, then the capital of 300,000 yuan will soon become 1.2 million.

The more the capital, the more profit you earn......

Mr. Yao was a little moved.

There was a "hey" sound from the other end of the phone, and Chi Zhong said, "Mr. Yao, are you still listening?" ”

Mr. Yao replied, "I'm listening." The conditions you said are good, and we must not leave this batch of goods to Zhu Xiaohua, but the number of 300,000 is a bit too large. ”

Chi Zhong said: "I think so too, 300,000, with our strength, it is impossible to get it." Or forget it? ”

Mr. Yao said, "Don't, don't forget it." If we don't take this last batch of goods, our previous efforts will be in vain. Have you forgotten that we don't have a bigger boss? ”

Chi Zhong said: "You mean him?" ”

Mr. Yao nodded: "Now I can only rely on him." ”

The two of them could feel that they were referring to the same person on the phone.

It's a feeling of being in the heart.

If there is anyone richer than them in L.A., it can only be him.

Another funder of the Mingguang Photo Studio, a person who has never come forward, Huang Ren.

Zhu Xiaohua's uncle Huang Ren.

Mr. Yao immediately put down the phone, made an appointment with Chi Zhong to talk again, and hurriedly went out.

He went straight to the old neighborhood in the south of the city, Huang Ren's home.

In a wide alley, the first one at the intersection, stands a very magnificent small western-style building.

White tiles, white openwork marble balustrades, bright and wide glass windows. Everything looks very foreign, and it has a sense of fashion beyond this era.

Mr. Yao stopped his motorcycle in front of the hospital and knocked on the door.

It was a child who came to open the door.

The child looked at him curiously and asked, "Who are you, who are you looking for?" ”

Mr. Yao: "I'm looking for Huang Ren." ”

The child did not open the door to greet him, but quickly closed the door and said through the door, "You wait, I'll go find him." ”

After a while, Huang Ren came out to open the door.

After seeing Mr. Yao, Huang Ren was stunned for a moment and whispered: "Old Yao, didn't I say, don't look for me about the photo studio, I only invest in the capital, regardless of the operation, don't look for me if you have nothing to do......"

Mr. Yao nodded: "Boss Huang, I know you want to keep a low profile, but I'm afraid it won't work without you this time." ”

Huang Ren had a refusal on his face, but in the end, he reluctantly let Mr. Yao into the hospital.

After Mr. Yao entered the hospital, Huang Ren closed the door again.