When the man saw Liu Guiping turn around and leave, he originally looked like a confidant brother, but now he suddenly changed his tone.

He shouted from behind:

"Little brother, if you pass my village, there won't be this shop! I'm going to propose next month, and it's too late to go to Jiangnan now! ”

"If you don't believe it, then you can go to Manchang'an and ask to see if anyone will accept your wine!"

Liu Guiping naturally didn't believe it.

I was just unlucky, and I bumped into the closure of the store that usually sells alcohol. There are so many shops and so many families in Chang'an, do they refuse to accept any of them?

It can't be!

He didn't look back, and said with a sneer:

"Your Excellency, don't fool me, even if there is no wine, I will go to an ordinary rich house to sell this wine, and it is impossible to sell it for only a hundred yuan!"

"It's all sitting on the ground and paying back all over the sky, how can you come up like this and poke people's lung tubes?"

Liu Guiping knew that he had met someone who came to kill people.

When this man heard that he proposed marriage next month, he was obviously in a hurry to use the money, so he opened his mouth to force him to take the bait.

Hum.

I've read books anyway, so how can I be as foolish as those vulgar people?

Even if it is true that the store does not accept alcohol, as this man said, then he can completely give up his skin and knock on the door of the rich one by one, and he will always find a buyer!

I thought that the man would know that he was not a soft persimmon to pinch after hearing this, but Liu Guiping never expected that-

"Go find it, find it!"

The man smiled disdainfully:

"People already have a fixed number of people to go to the restaurant to queue up to buy wine, if I am not alone, without their family background, I will also ask my family to go to the queue to buy wine."

"You think you can sell it, so go for it!"

"By the way, I've been around here for the past few days, if you change your mind, come back to me!"

Liu Guiping's heart was a little nervous, but he didn't pay attention to this person anymore.

He hurried out, braving the winter wind, thinking only about when he would knock on the door of a wealthy family as soon as possible.

After a while.

In the evening.

Liu Guiping leaned against the door of a family dejectedly, and the whole person looked like a mournful woman.

This is already the first dozens of doors he has knocked on.

Each time, the other party's answer was similar, about the same.

"Sell wine, we won't accept it!"

"In this winter, the landlord's family has no surplus food, so you better wait for next year."

"Housheng, you go and ask other families, my family has enough wine on hand recently, and I don't need more."

“……”

It was only then that Liu Guiping realized that the man was telling the truth.

It's no longer a question of price reductions...... I can't find a buyer at all!

"Am I going to sell to him at such a big loss?"

"What if we wait until the beginning of spring next year, what if the price rises again, or if there are more buyers?"

"Alas...... Doesn't this daughter-in-law have to marry......"

Liu Guiping sighed vigorously.

The market price of nearly 300 yuan, although it is a price and no one buys it in the market, but this thing is sold for 100 yuan, which is really painful!

He didn't think about it, he bought it for ten times, as long as the price was higher than ten times, it was not a loss.

When they started to do this kind of speculative business, people like Liu Guiping already expected that "less profit is a loss".

Leaning against the wall, he was silent and languishing for a long time.

Liu Guiping finally got up slowly and walked in the direction he was coming from.

As he walked, he was still cheering himself on and persuading himself.

"It's okay, just sell a bottle, sell a bottle......"

"It's a loss, but who told me to use money in a hurry? There's no way around it......"

"Wait for next year, and I'll earn back all the money I lost next spring!"

………………

There are not a few people who encounter the same predicament as Liu Guiping.

It's winter and there's too much to make money.

People who hoard alcohol are the same, and the idea is that the wine will maintain its value, and it will not be sold at a good price at any time, and the price will only rise and not fall, and it will even be exported to the south of the Yangtze River and the Western Regions.

Chang'an is northerly in the entire Central Plains. Although it is not as cold as Youzhou or Northwest in winter, it also requires a lot of warm materials.

Charcoal, jackets, these things are used sparingly when there is no money, once you have more money, you will think about how to improve your life a little, this is human nature.

It is precisely for this reason that there are many people selling alcohol in Chang'an recently.

But it's weird.

No buyer found!

Originally, those shops that were full of Chang'an propaganda and hoped that everyone would sell them wine were all posted with notices at the doors.

"We will not buy alcohol for two months."

That's a big deal!

At this moment.

Lu Guogong Mansion.

Cheng Yanjin was carrying a jar of wine, slowly scooping it out of it and putting it into a bowl, sipping and drinking it.

At the door, Cheng Chumo ran in.

He gasped for air.

"Dad, I have already ordered someone to ship all the Zhenguan series of wines at home to Jiangnan and the Western Regions, and the payment will be recovered in about two months."

"But why are you in such a hurry......

"What we have hoarded at home is Zhenguan ten years of spring, this wine will definitely rise again if it is put for a few more years, and it will not be a loss if it is sold now?"

Everyone knows that the wine of the Zhenguan series, if nothing else, the most valuable bottle must be the bottle that was auctioned at the beginning, followed by the first batch of Zhenguan ten years. The older the wine, the better!

But Cheng Biting Jin was in a hurry a few days ago, and Cheng Chumo had to hurry up and dispose of all the drinks at home.

Moreover, it is the kind that has no room for refutation at all.

Cheng Chumo really didn't figure it out!

Seeing that his son asked, Cheng Yanjin glanced at him, and said while drinking:

"The old man told you that this wine will fall. I sold it earlier, and it is only right that the money is in the pocket, do you understand? ”

Cheng Chu was stunned and said:

"But hasn't the price started to fall yet? The market price is still nearly 300 yuan, if you put it in the Jiangnan area, find a big head to buy, it will be four or five hundred taels of silver! ”

He did know that Lu Heng had said that the wine would fall, and he had to plan ahead, but he only knew a rough idea.

Cheng Yanjin took a sip of spirits and let out a long breath of comfort before shaking his head and explaining.

"Wait for the price to fall and then sell, do you think you can sell it at the market price? Don't dream, the price will be low or not! ”

"While most people haven't reacted yet, our family has to act sooner."

"Are you like them, thinking that it is because every family is in a hurry to use money in winter, so there is no buyer?"

Cheng Chumo nodded in confusion.

Or else?

Looking at his son's stupid appearance, Cheng gritted his teeth and was about to crush.

Why didn't he give birth to a son like Lu Heng!

He hates that iron does not make steel:

"Fool, even if it's the autumn harvest now, all families are the same, there is no money and no food for a long time!"