"Give me three hundred pens and three hundred packs of pen refills. Hey buddy, is this an overstock?"

"It's alright."

Wang Peng laughed and said, "Brother, have you found a big client?"

“This is my trade secret, I can’t tell you,” Li Xiwang laughed.

His brother, a purchasing agent in the county government office, ordered 300 sets of ballpoint pens from him.

To fulfill this order, he went to the provincial capital's cultural market to buy wholesale.

As it turned out, the unscrupulous merchants in the wholesale market offered higher prices than Wang Peng.

To this end, he inquired about Jiajia Stationery Factory and lied that it was from Hedong County, not Ping'an County.

As a result, the factory manager also gave him the wholesale price, which was higher than Wang Peng's quote.

After some haggling, they still couldn't agree on a price.

Li Xiwang had no choice but to confess, asking him, "Why did you give Wang Peng such a low price?"

The factory manager laughed and said, "Because he is my county-level distributor and also my best friend's brother-in-law, I have to protect his interests."

Li Xiwang had no choice but to return home. He found Li Longfei's phone number in his contacts and contacted Wang Peng to deliver the goods.

"Brother, thank you for giving me a meal." Wang Peng opened his backpack to prepare goods for him.

"Thank you for giving me a meal," Li Xiwang said with a smile. "Doing business is about mutual benefit."

A box of ballpoint pens contains twenty pens, but Wang Peng gave him fifteen boxes.

Give him another three hundred bags of ballpoint pen refills.

The two counted the money, and Li Xiwang opened the drawer to take out the money. "Little brother, aren't you going to give me a few extra rounds?"

"That's no fun. I'll come over and treat you to drinks when I'm on summer vacation," Wang Peng said.

“Okay.” Li Xiwang paid the bill decisively. “If you’re talking about drinking, I’ll get all excited.”

Wang Peng smiled as he counted the money.

Three hundred pens cost 1050 yuan, resulting in a profit of 90 yuan.

Three hundred packs of pen refills cost 165 yuan, resulting in a profit of 30 yuan.

"Brother, how much money did you make from this batch of goods?" Li Xiwang asked with a smile.

"I haven't made much money, it's all hard-earned money." Wang Peng shook hands with him, "Brother, it's a pleasure to do business with you."

"Don't rush," Li Xiwang said. "How do you usually get your goods from the provincial capital? By train? By bus?"

"Why are you asking this, bro?" Wang Peng asked back.

Li Xiwang blinked and picked up a notebook from the shelf.

“Your brother-in-law’s friend runs a stationery factory, right? When you go to the factory to buy goods, please bring me a batch of exercise books.”

"I got the goods from the stationery market, and the unit price was one cent."

"If you can give me a penny, I'll buy your notebooks from now on."

By doing this, he can save time and travel expenses by going to the provincial capital.

Wang Peng shook his head. "My brother-in-law's family lives in the provincial capital. He teaches at the No. 1 High School and brings me ballpoint pens every month when he goes back."

"If he brings his homework, his suitcase will be too heavy."

"Once I've saved enough money, I'll buy a small truck and do wholesale stationery business in our county," Wang Peng said with a smile.

“Okay, then I’ll be your big customer,” Li Xiwang said with a smile.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Wang Peng rode his bike to Lingling's store.

Lingling's shop is not far from Hope Bookstore, only a five-minute drive away. The owner's daughter is named Lingling.

"Xiaopeng, do you only make ballpoint pens? Do you also make pencils and notebooks?" Du Qiangwei asked.

"Not for now." Wang Peng scratched his head and laughed. "I'm planning to buy a car and then go to the provincial capital to wholesale some capital."

"Great!" Du Qiangwei gave a thumbs up. "Once you buy the car, I'll take your goods as long as the price is right."

"Then I should thank you first," Wang Peng said with a smile.

Finally, Du Qiangwei asked for fifty sets of pens and refills.

Someone came to buy matches, and Wang Peng took the opportunity to leave and rode his bicycle to the People's Department Store.

During the trip, I carefully considered whether it was possible to do stationery wholesale.

"It's possible to do it, but you need to buy a vehicle, like a tricycle or a three-wheeled motorcycle."

"Buying a car casually costs several thousand yuan, which is a considerable investment."

"We could borrow Li Longfei's car, but that's not a long-term solution."

A dozen minutes later, he arrived at the People's Department Store and spent 50 cents to store his bicycle.

There are many stalls in the People's Department Store; the clothes he was wearing were bought there.

Li Fang's shop is on the first floor.

A small room of less than 20 square meters is filled with various pens, notebooks, set squares and other stationery.

Two middle-aged women are buying pencil cases and notebooks for their child.

After some haggling, the deal was finally struck.

"Sister Fang, how's business?" Wang Peng asked with a smile.

"Oh!" Li Fang exclaimed, "Pengdi, when did you get here?"

"Just arrived," Wang Peng said with a smile. "Your business is doing quite well."

Li Fang nodded and whispered in his ear, "I've already earned fifteen yuan since this morning."

"Net profit?" Wang Peng asked hurriedly.

Li Fang nodded again, her face full of excitement.

"That's quite a lot," Wang Peng said, giving her a thumbs up.

The rent here is 600 yuan per month, which is 20 yuan per day on average.

If she can make a profit of fifteen yuan, it means that the gross profit is forty-five yuan.

This is, after all, the People's Department Store. During the planned economy era, people were used to shopping here.

Wang Peng took out three hundred yuan. "This is my brother-in-law's salary. He asked me to give it to you for safekeeping."

Li Fang was a little shy and said, "You watch the shop for me for now, I have something to take care of."

She left with three hundred yuan.

Wang Peng stayed in the shop.

Three minutes later, a middle-aged man came to buy a pencil case.

After some haggling, the two finally made a deal, with the older man spending two yuan to buy a pencil case with the Monkey King cover.

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