Wang Peng hung up the phone, having already understood the cause and effect.

Feng Dali was originally the second-in-command of the branch bureau. Because of his meritorious service in cracking a transnational counterfeit currency case, he was directly promoted to ***.

This achievement was due to Wang Peng, so he wanted to return the favor by directly changing the hotel's beverage supplier.

He did not own any shares in Xinglan Hotel, but Xinglan Hotel's success was inseparable from Feng Dali's help.

"Brother Peng, what did he just say?" Du Lei asked in a low voice.

"A case of Qinghe Baijiu in a metal box costs sixty yuan. Feng Dayi wants two hundred cases," Wang Peng said.

"Sure!" Du Lei stood up immediately. "Brother Peng, this is a big deal, what are you worried about?"

"I'm worried he'll run into debt," Wang Peng said with a wry smile.

This is indeed a big deal, with a total profit of three thousand yuan, but the problem is that the other party might owe money.

The total transaction amount was 12,000 yuan, but he really couldn't come up with that much money.

After the initial excitement, Du Lei gave a wry smile, "We don't have that much money, what should we do?"

"What else can we do? We'll just have to bite the bullet and go for it." Wang Peng was unwilling to give up on this business.

After a moment's thought, I called Feng Dayi again, and the call was answered quickly.

"Hello, Uncle Dayi," Wang Peng said.

"No need to be so polite, we're all family," Feng Dayi said with a smile. "Just say what you want to say."

"Second Uncle, if I may ask, how many days will it take you to pay me for the goods?"

After saying that, Wang Peng quickly added, "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just asking casually."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the line.

"Xiaopeng, I know what you're worried about, but you don't need to worry."

Feng Dayi said, "I won't owe you a single penny for the goods. I'll pay you cash whenever you deliver the goods."

Wang Peng felt a little embarrassed after hearing this.

"Second Uncle, I'm so embarrassed. I was just being petty and judging you by my own standards," Wang Peng quickly said, mocking himself.

"Xiaopeng, we're all family, I won't let my own family suffer."

Feng Dayi's voice grew increasingly serious as he said, "You must deliver the goods before 10 a.m. tomorrow. I'll emphasize again, your second uncle will not owe you a single penny for the goods."

The call was hung up again; the other party seemed angry.

Wang Peng scratched his head and said, "Brother Lei, you stay here and watch the store. I'll go pick up the goods."

“Brother Peng,” Du Lei was still worried, “Old Hu is a real tightwad; if you don’t give him money, he won’t deliver the goods.”

"I'll handle it, you don't need to worry about it."

Wang Peng turned and left the hotel, then drove to find Lao Hu.

Qinghe Winery is located in the provincial capital. Old Hu's real name is Hu Xingbang, and he is the sales director of Qinghe Winery.

Because Qinghe liquor is a nationally renowned brand, it has no worries about sales, so its sales rule is to pay first and then deliver the goods.

Qinghe liquor does not have a general agent in the provincial capital; instead, it has a distributor in each district.

The winery is located in the same district as Wang Peng's, so there are no distributors at all; it's all direct sales from the factory.

Wang Peng's total savings amount to less than 10,000 yuan. How can he sell without goods?

The car arrived at Qinghe Winery, and he went to Hu Xingbang's office. The two shook hands warmly.

"Mr. Wang, you must have received a big order. Congratulations!" Hu Xingbang said with a smile.

"Old Hu, I need two hundred boxes of Tieqinghe cigarettes," Wang Peng said. "Arrange for your men to load them onto the truck, start loading now."

"No problem, the payment is 12,000 yuan."

Hu Xingbang stretched out his right hand, "Show me the money, and I'll arrange loading right away. You name the destination, and we'll go there."

Wang Peng opened his bag and took out two thousand yuan. "I'll pay two thousand yuan as a deposit first, and I'll pay the rest of the payment today."

"Hehe, that's against the rules." Hu Xingbang shook his head, leaned back in his chair.

As expected, this was the result. Wang Peng was not discouraged and simply placed the Santana key on the table.

"Here are the car keys. I'll pawn the car to the company."

Wang Peng smiled slightly and said, "We can sign an agreement. I'll pay you back the goods whenever I want, and you'll give me the truck whenever I want."

"Hey, Xiaopeng, what does the company need your car for?"

Hu Xingbang glanced at the car keys and laughed, "Payment comes first, then goods are shipped. That's the rule set by the boss. I'm just an employee."

"Here's what we'll do: you call the boss, and if he agrees to let you buy on credit, I'll arrange for the truck to be loaded right away."

Hu Xingbang chuckled and picked up the telephone, placing it in front of Wang Peng.

"Old Hu, we're old friends, this is no fun."

Wang Peng glanced at the telephone and said, "I sell at least fifty cases of Qinghe liquor every month, you should at least give me some face, right?"

"Is fifty boxes a lot?" Hu Xingbang said with a sneer. "Xiao Peng, you don't really think fifty boxes is a lot, do you?"

For a distillery, fifty cases of liquor is just a drop in the ocean.

"Okay, I'll make the call." Wang Peng picked up the phone and started dialing.

"Ha!" Hu Xingbang crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.

The big boss is too busy to bother with such insignificant small clients.

When the call connected, Wang Peng said, "Uncle Chen, this is Wang Peng."

"..."

"I'm at Qinghe Winery, in Director Hu Xingbang's office."

"..."

“I received an order for sixty cases of Tieqinghe liquor, and I will receive payment this year, but I don’t have enough cash on hand.”

Half a minute later, Wang Peng hung up the phone and crossed his legs.

"Xiao Peng, didn't you call the boss?" Hu Xingbang asked.

Wang Peng nodded. The person who answered the phone was Chen Yinghao, his cousin's husband's father and the director of the steel rolling mill.

"Oh, so you wanted to ask someone else to intercede on your behalf. That won't work."

Hu Xingbang flicked his cigarette ash gracefully and laughed, "Brother, I can tell you clearly that no one's pleading will make a difference."

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Wang Peng asked.

"Because the boss hates it when people buy on credit; that's a rule he set."

Hu Xingbang said, "Looking at the entire provincial capital, there is no one who deserves my boss's respect."

"That's not necessarily true, Brother Hu. Don't be so sure of yourself," Wang Peng said with a smile.

"Hehe, brother, I always speak the truth."

Hu Xingbang stubbed out his cigarette. "Brother, go back to a bank, pawn your car, and then come back to me to buy more wine."

"Goodbye." Wang Peng stood up to take his leave.

After leaving the winery office building, he took out his keys, opened the car door, and sat in the car, frowning in thought.

"I wonder if Old Chen has any ideas. He won't really make me mortgage my car, will he?"

Wang Peng wanted to go to Xinglan Hotel and asked Feng Dayi to pay first.

Thinking about it carefully, I realized that this wasn't a good idea; nobody wants to cooperate with someone who lacks ability.

In the sales director's office, Hu Xingbang lit another cigarette.

Just then, the phone rang, and he looked down at the caller ID.

It was the boss calling. He quickly picked up the receiver and said, "Boss."

A voice came through the phone, "The steel mill owner just called me. Is there a guy named Wang Peng who wants to buy two hundred cases of Qinghe tea on credit?"

“Yes, boss, I fired him,” Hu Xingbang said.

"Send someone to load the truck immediately and deliver two hundred cases of wine to him," the boss said.