Zhao Jin certainly has a business mind. His introduction of the "super fruit" concept was enough to allow Ruihua Chain to break through the encirclement of a number of established supermarket chains and take a big slice of the "market" pie.

What surprised Xu Milu the most was that three days after the "Mid-Autumn Festival gift boxes" sold out, her card had an extra 100,000 yuan.

Zhao Jin called at just the right moment:

"Xiao Xu, consider this a red envelope for you—if there are no problems, can we arrange the next shipment? If your company is not satisfied with the price we agreed on last time, we can also discuss it again."

Zhao Jin's smugness was palpable over the phone; it seemed he had made a considerable fortune thanks to the "Super Grape" promotion.

Xu Milu quickly realized that Zhao Jin had called to confirm the news of the Ping Pong Grapes' explosion in popularity because he was afraid that she, as the "supplier," would run away.

She had been staying in the warehouse testing the dimensional jumper for the past few days, but she had been keeping an eye on the news online, and naturally knew about the "Super Fruit" craze.

Xu Milu laughed, but didn't respond to Zhao Jin's words:

"Mr. Zhao, I really don't have any stock on hand right now. Ruihua must have made a lot of money this time, right?"

"How can you ever have too little money?"

Upon hearing Xu Milu's address, Zhao Jin guessed that Xu Milu knew about the "sky-high priced fruit" news and immediately explained:

"I called you specifically to talk about this—you guys really did suffer a huge loss, and I was thinking of inviting your company boss and everyone to sit down for a meal sometime to finalize the wholesale price."

Xu Milu had seen people try to lower prices before, but she had never seen anyone voluntarily raise prices. She couldn't help but admire Zhao Jinzhen's shrewdness; she immediately changed her tune as soon as she sensed something was off about Zhao Jinzhen's tone.

But where is she supposed to find a company to contact him?

Fortunately, Xu Milu was quick-witted; she coughed and pretended to be a little angry.

"Mr. Zhao, are you trying to bypass me to get the goods? To be honest, the company suffered a lot of losses this time because of the fruit pricing issue. It's hard to say whether I'll be able to handle the follow-up work. I really can't help you with your request. As for the Ping Pong grapes and egg cherries..."

She drew out her words, and Zhao Jin's heart leaped into his throat on the other end of the phone—

He was prepared for the other party to take the opportunity to raise the price, and he even had a new offer in mind. But he didn't expect that Xiao Xu would not play by the rules!

"Xiao Xu, business is all about give and take. Uncle knows you gave me a friendly price last time because of Mengmeng. Don't worry, as long as your grapes and cherries are of the same quality, we can discuss the price! Don't worry, as long as you act as a go-between, Uncle Zhao won't treat you unfairly!"

As she spoke, Xu Milu's phone rang twice more, this time from Zhao Jin who sent her two red envelopes.

Xu Milu didn't expect Ruihua Chain to value Ping Pong grapes and egg cherries so much, but judging from Zhao Jin's eagerness, she could guess a little bit about it.

After all, the concept of "super fruit" was popularized by Ruihua Chain, and they also set the exorbitant prices for the fruit. Obviously, more than 8,000 kilograms of fruit cannot meet the current huge market demand.

However, if there are problems with the supply of goods, Ruihua Chain will be the first to suffer from the backlash of public opinion due to the negative impact on its reputation.

"Xiao Xu, look at me now, I'm really in a bind. I swore to the board of directors that I would use your fruit to build a reputation, but this small amount of shipment is definitely not enough. Please help your uncle out."

Zhao Jin's tone softened a bit more.

Xu Milu smiled slightly:

"Mr. Zhao, you're wrong about that. This is your company's internal operation, and it has little to do with me. I wasn't the one who set the price, nor was I the one who took the risk. How can you put the blame on me?"

She changed the subject, not giving a definitive answer: "To be honest, I'm not lying to you. My warehouse is completely empty. Even if I wanted to help you, I wouldn't be able to. Why don't you wait a couple more days, and I'll see if I can contact the company?"

Xu Milu finally smiled after hanging up the phone.

Wait two more days, and I believe Ruihua Chain will definitely give her a relatively fair wholesale price.

...

...

Zhao Jin hung up the phone, looking as dejected as a defeated rooster.

His wife, Song Aiyuan, was chatting with Zhang Mengmeng on the sofa. She could tell what had happened just by looking at her husband's expression.

"This young Xu is so slippery, like an eel. He doesn't give a straight answer, but he doesn't say anything definitive either. He's hard to deal with."

Zhao Jin casually complained.

Zhang Mengmeng was somewhat unhappy about Zhao Jin's previous attempt to lower the price, and upon hearing this, she couldn't help but speak up for Xu Milu:

"Uncle, if I were rice, I wouldn't want to do business with you either. You've driven the price of grapes up to almost three or four hundred yuan per kilogram, but you only offer rice a price of one hundred and twenty kilograms. That's outrageous!"

"Your uncle is in business, so it's normal to negotiate prices. Don't you think it costs money to hire marketing staff? Don't you think it costs money to ship? Don't you think it costs money to package and promote?"

Zhao Jin had a headache:

"It's normal for novelty fruits to have inflated prices in the first two years after they hit the market. I'm lowering prices now because I'm worried about the future..."

Zhang Mengmeng casually forked a piece of apple from the fruit plate and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling:

"That's for later. You said it yourself, this is business, not charity. If someone offers a higher price than you, and you sell the fruit to someone else, don't regret it later."

"Hey! Which side are you on, girl?"

Zhao Jin laughed, but knew Zhang Mengmeng was telling the truth, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Shouldn't we have someone investigate who this young Xu's boss is? We can't keep letting a little girl have to hold her nose and walk around like this..."

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