Cai Jingquan's house, the inner room.

Three up, three down, six leather cartons, neatly stacked together. Obviously, Cai Jingquan has been waiting for a long time.

"Six hundred false collars, but they're all here. Or, Boss Han inspected the goods a priori?" finally saw the dawn of victory, Cai Jingquan was in a pretty good mood, and jokingly called Han Chunlei "Boss Han".

"I'm coming!

Zhang Xilu, who came with him, was afraid that Han Chunlei would not be able to wipe his face and not inspect the goods because he was young, so he hurriedly stepped forward, hugged a cardboard box, and carefully checked them one by one.

Although it is unlikely that there is a problem with this batch of fake collars, it is even less likely that Caijing Quankeng people are afraid of it. This business is related to the happiness of the rest of his life.

Thinking like this, Zhang Xilu worked harder, eager to check pin by stitch.

Han Chunlei's performance towards Zhang Xilu is indispensable, the reason is very simple, he can't even erase this face, so he still does a woolen business?

"What Boss Han, Brother Quan, don't bury me. Han Chunlei handed over a red double happiness and said with a wry smile, "Brother Quan knows my foundation best." In the future, I will ask Brother Quan to take care of me. ”

"Well said, well said. Cai Jingquan unceremoniously took the cigarette, lit it, took a puff beautifully, and said casually, "Eh, you two are empty-handed, how are you going to transport these fake collars away? ”

"Why are you still using other people? Isn't this Brother Quan?"

"Huh, me?" Cai Jingquan said in surprise, "What's the matter with me?"

"Of course, Brother Guan Quan's business. Don't you want to follow me to sell goods all the way? With your brother Quan, the local snake, I just have to worry about how to turn these fake collars into RMB. Why don't you have to worry about how to transport these fake collars away! Do you say, Brother Quan?" Han Chunlei looked at Cai Jingquan with a smile.

"Dare is waiting for me here!"

Cai Jingquan couldn't cry or laugh, "Okay, you Han Chunlei, listen to your brother Sheng, and smoke a cigarette, I'll help you transport the goods......! It's treacherous, isn't it?"

He originally wanted to say "shameless", but when the words came to his lips, he felt that it was not appropriate, so he replaced it with "treacherous".

Han Chunlei had no shame on his face, and he looked like a matter of course.

In fact, how could he not see that the second condition proposed by the Cai family before, requiring Cai Jingquan to follow him throughout the whole process to sell goods, saying that he was stalking, but in fact, he wanted to see if he was not setting up a stall in the area of Dongmen Market, and what else could he do to turn these 600 fake collars into RMB.

To put it bluntly, Cai Jingquan is going to steal the teacher.

In this case, he called Cai Jingquan to count the tuition fees he paid.

Of course, the money in my pocket now is indeed only enough to pay the deposit for these 600 fake collars, not enough to hire a truck.

Han Chunlei said: "What is treacherous and not treacherous, isn't it outside? Isn't this the little brother who is a small profit, counting on Brother Quan to help? Brother Quan, you just say, can you help with this favor?"

"This time, you were relied on by Chunlei. ”

Transporting six boxes of fake collars is a trivial matter for Cai Jingquan. Selling them and finding a way to sell them is Cai Jingquan's top priority.

Cai Jingquan said helplessly: "Okay." Later, I will borrow a tractor from the village committee to help you haul the goods. ”

The village head of Chikan Village is Cai Jingquan's uncle Cai Fujin, and there is no problem with borrowing a tractor to pull goods once.

"Then thank you, Brother Quan. Han Chunlei's tone was sincere, with a smile on his face.

......

......

The effort was not large, and the 600 fake collars were ordered by Zhang Xilu. Not to mention, there are really three fake collars with slight flaws.

However, for the sake of Cai Jingquan's help to contact the tractor, Han Chunlei was embarrassed to let Cai Jingquan lose a piece of eight cents.

He paid a deposit of 200 yuan and signed a slip/child with Cai Jingquan, that is, a simple contract, and this purchase was officially opened.

Cai Jingquan saw that this was done, and couldn't wait to say: "Brother Chunlei, now our brothers can be regarded as grasshoppers on a rope, and I can't run away from you if I can't jump." Tell me, where are these fake collars going to be sold?"

Han Chunlei smiled slightly and said, "East Gate Market, set up a stall." ”

"What? Go to the East Gate Market to set up a stall? I can't do it myself, I still need you?"

This time, Cai Jingquan was really anxious, like a hen protecting a chicken, his arms were outstretched, and he stopped in front of these six boxes of fake collars, and roared, "Han Chunlei, don't forget our original agreement, you are not allowed to set up stalls to sell goods in the area of Dongmen Market! Man, big husband, talk about it and count!"

Han Chunlei shook his head slightly, with a light smile on his face, and said, "Brother Quan, don't worry, you also know that our agreement is not to set up stalls to sell goods in the area of Dongmen Market." But...... I just said that I would set up a stall in Dongmen Market, but I didn't say that I wanted to sell goods. ”

"If you don't sell goods, how can you get money if you don't sell goods?" Cai Jingquan's face softened slightly.

"If you don't sell goods, I'll send them! I'll send fake collars, head office, right?" Han Chunlei was confident.

"How to send?" Cai Jingquan was confused.

Han Chunlei smiled and asked, "Brother Quan, have you ever heard of the street prize?"

"Touching the ...... in the streets Touching the prize?" Brother Quan was even more confused when he heard it.