Chapter 341 Sister Song Alexander
Farmers work the hardest and earn the least, while middlemen make the most.
[I'm clearly not doing well myself, but my empathy kicks in again. I feel so bad for the farmers that I want to buy their vegetables.]
I hope Sister Song can set the price a little higher so the farmers can make more money.
Song Zhiyuan answered truthfully, "Sixty cents."
After hearing the price of 60 cents, the villagers' worried faces suddenly broke into smiles. "We thought the price would be lower this time. A vegetable vendor came and directly lowered the price to 20 cents. In order to prevent the coriander from rotting in the fields, we had no choice but to sell it with tears in our eyes. At least we can earn back the money we spent on the fertilizer."
The sixty cents offered by Song Zhiyuan is the current market purchase price.
If the market is in short supply or if greenhouse cultivation is off-season, the market purchase price will also increase accordingly.
Sixty cents isn't a lot.
[Sister Song only had 3,000 yuan in start-up capital, and the price she offered was too high, so she only managed to get a few clients before the money was gone.]
Although I don't know much about these markets, from listening to the villagers' conversations and the smiles on their faces, I'm sure that the price Sister Song offered is already very high.
The villagers came without knowing the purchase price, they just wanted to sell it so that it wouldn’t rot in the fields.
The villagers behind asked, "Little girl, how much do you want to collect? Will you come again tomorrow?"
"I'll still be here tomorrow." Song Zhiyuan didn't dare to guarantee it.
If they cannot sell the coriander they have collected, they will not be able to recover the funds tomorrow and will have to continue purchasing.
"That's great. I still have several acres of coriander at home. I'll call my wife now and ask her to find someone to help harvest the coriander." After saying this, the uncle happily took out his mobile phone.
When the others behind heard it, they all prepared to make phone calls.
[This uncle planted coriander all over his land.]
Have you ever considered how stressed Sister Song must be sitting there?
[Vegetables are most afraid of sudden price spikes. Villagers will choose to plant them on a large scale based on the price. By the time they are fully planted, the market will be saturated and the vegetables will be worthless.]
[Can you please not use the Sword of Suffering to kill us? We can't buy it yet. Ma Tao, please start your livestream quickly.]
Jiujiang Town is the town with the largest planting area and the largest backlog of coriander among several other towns.
It’s hard to say whether they can sell it today.
If they can’t sell the goods, they won’t have any payment to settle with them tomorrow.
Song Zhiyuan looked embarrassed.
I just thought about the several acres of coriander in the villagers' fields. If it is not harvested in time and rots in the fields, the villagers will suffer huge losses, and I couldn't help but start to worry.
They have never even done live streaming to sell goods. Even if they use logistics, delivery to remote areas is difficult and they may not be able to sell all of them.
Seeing the smiles on their faces, Song Zhiyuan didn't want to disappoint them.
Song Zhiyuan handed the notebook to Zhou Qi, then walked to a quiet corner and made a phone call.
The other end of the phone was quickly connected, "Director Song."
"Xiao Zhang, how about you contact the coriander collector? And can the neighboring provinces help us share the burden?" Song Zhiyuan grabbed the corner of his clothes, not feeling confident at all.
Xiao Zhang said helplessly, "Director, I can contact the merchants who buy coriander, and they are all saturated.
As for the neighboring provinces, Songzui said they could help us eat a ton of food.”
"I understand." After saying that, Song Zhiyuan hung up the phone.
In just a short while, the small square was already filled with a small hill, and there were also many villagers who came after hearing the news, as well as those who had sold their produce once and then went back to bring their freshly harvested produce.
Nearly an hour had passed, and the number of villagers queuing had not decreased, but increased.
Zhou Qi leaned close to Song Zhiyuan's ear and whispered, "Yuanyuan, we only have 200 yuan left, but there are still so many people queuing up in the square waiting to sell."
Song Zhiyuan pinched his eyebrows with a headache.
I sent a message to Xiao Zhang, "One ton is one ton. Send a truck to pick it up now. You need to pay in cash."
Originally, the investment project only required earning enough to double the money, but unexpectedly, things have developed to an uncontrollable level.
Song Zhiyuan glanced at Duoduo.
Duoduo immediately and obediently handed the small trumpet in her hand to Song Zhiyuan, "Thank you, Duoduo. You must be exhausted. Go and rest for a while over there. There are some small cakes over there."
Song Zhiwei was afraid that there wouldn't be enough to share, so he simply bought a few more, resulting in a few small cakes still left on the table with no one eating them.
Duoduo ran to the long table, struggled to climb onto the stool with his short legs, picked up the cake and ran away.
[How come even Duoduo can instantly understand Sister Song's look now?]
[You don't understand. If you want to be close to Sister Song, you must first understand her eyes. Sister Song definitely doesn't keep a single person around her.]
After Song Zhiyuan took the speaker, he turned off their recording and then turned on the loudspeaker, "Attention, villagers."
The originally noisy small square suddenly became quiet after hearing Song Zhiyuan's voice.
After everyone quieted down, Song Zhiyuan continued with the loudspeaker, "Fellow villagers, since we have limited funds this time, the purchase funds have been used up. If you are at ease, you can leave the coriander you brought here. Once we have sold it all, we will give you the full amount of money."
"We will issue a corresponding receipt, and you can use it to collect your money when the time comes."
"Please rest assured, our production team is right here and we won't run away with your cilantro. Those who wish to stay can have their cilantro weighed. If you're worried, you can take it back and come back tomorrow when we receive the funding."
As soon as Song Zhiyuan finished speaking, the villagers present began to chat in groups of three or four.
Now the whole province and city are flooded with coriander and it cannot be sold. Even if they take the coriander away, it cannot be sold and will only rot in their hands.
The burly man at the back of the line raised his hand and said, "Girl, I'll leave the cilantro behind."
Chen Jingmo and Cheng Yuhan ran to the back to help the strong man carry the coriander to the front to be weighed, "A total of 300 kilograms."
After writing it down in the notebook, Song Zhiyuan asked the production team for paper again, wrote a receipt for them, and signed her name. "Please keep it. We will notify you to come and collect the money tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. When you come, you only need to bring this receipt and your ID card."
"I didn't expect you to be so strict that you even require us to bring our ID cards." The villagers didn't expect Song Zhiyuan to be so rigorously prepared.
[It's better to be careful, in case they lose the note and someone else claims the money.]
[Not only that, Sister Song and the others must also be worried that if they come without their ID cards, they will have to come back again to collect the money.]
[It's just selling something, I didn't expect there would be so many twists and turns.]
My dad was scammed once. Two people took the same receipt and collected the money.
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