Song Yan still wanted the raw stones. Haozi led them to that place for another look.
Song Yan also discovered that not all stones could be nurtured into good quality stones in her space.
There must be something inside the stone. It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, or how big or small it is, as long as there's something there, it will gradually develop its own quality.
So Song Yan wanted some rough stones with windows cut into them. When he got there, he found a lot of stones piled up on the ground, and they were very cheap.
Many of them start at just a few cents.
They just happened to arrive with a shipment. It was brought in a large truck.
These days, having a large truck like this is no ordinary thing.
The stones were sold by the ton. After some haggling, Wei Aiguo added 3,000 yuan to the purchase price of the entire truckload of stones and bought them all.
The mouse swallowed hard again. 3000 yuan was like ten or eight yuan to him.
There was still a large pile on the ground; these were the leftovers, the ones nobody wanted. Wei Aiguo gave them 30 yuan, and then added another 10 yuan. They took them to Haozi's house.
Wei Aiguo escorted the truck directly to Haozi's house. He never let the truckload of rough stones out of his sight, fearing that someone might switch out the good pieces along the way.
The rat's brothers were exhausted from unloading the cartload of stones. A little while later, they brought over another half-load.
This is really bad.
Normally this wouldn't happen. But I'm already terrified today, and I didn't eat lunch. I have no energy left.
After finishing their work, these people obediently returned to their rooms.
Just then, Lao Lei's goods arrived.
It's practically impossible to check every single watch.
Wei Aiguo took out 10 watches from his watch collection, wound them up, and placed them there. Wei Aiguo listened carefully and found that all 10 watches were ticking very rhythmically.
That's fine.
After the deliveryman left, Song Yan and her husband went to the main room. Song Yan wanted to see her precious son!
Song Yan asked Wei Aiguo, "What are your plans for next?"
Even the few rats couldn't let them all starve until tomorrow.
Song Yan brought them a lot of steamed buns and pickled vegetables.
They were starving and thought these were the best steamed buns and pickled vegetables they had ever eaten.
After they finished eating, they cleaned themselves up and then offered to be tied up.
Wei Aiguo was actually a little reluctant to take action, but he knew that if he didn't tie them up, they would be terrified.
Especially Haozi, who probably really hoped that Wei Aiguo would come to see the goods on time tomorrow.
Seeing how rare ginseng was, Lao Lei knew he couldn't let Haozi off the hook if he couldn't buy it.
Old Lei really went to great lengths to prepare things in order to get those ginseng roots.
The mice felt that they had only taken a nap, so how could it be dawn already?
Because Song Yan added a tiny bit of something to their food.
After eating and drinking their fill, they felt sleepy but didn't pay attention, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
When they woke up, they looked into the yard through the crack in the door. All the goods in the yard were gone.
When did they move out?
Today, Wei Aiguo doesn't plan to tie them up anymore.
The mouse obediently followed Wei Aiguo to inspect the goods.
1000 radios, 20 sewing machines, and 10 bicycles.
These things are all made in China.
Wei Aiguo looked at Lao Lei; his connections were truly extensive.
There were many other items: batwing shirts, bell-bottoms, high-quality fabrics, stylish long skirts, and a camera placed nearby.
Song Yan took a few extra glances.
Especially the bell-bottoms. Lao Lei said the factory had produced them in large quantities and was preparing to sell them outside the local area. But unexpectedly, while they worked locally, the distribution channels were blocked and the goods were all stuck in stagnation.
A large amount of goods being tied up means a large amount of capital being tied up.
The factory has produced so many goods that it can't sell, and it's hard to explain why. These garment factories are practically selling at cost price now.
Song Yan examined the workmanship and fabric quality; they were both acceptable. This batch of goods would definitely sell out in five or six months once all the distribution channels were open. However, this advantage wasn't yet apparent.
Song Yan picked up the piece of the pie.
Wei Aiguo: "How many of these are there in total?"
Lao Lei: "There are 20,000 pairs in total. The cost of raw materials is 8 yuan. Each pair of pants is charged an additional 3 mao (0.3 yuan) for labor."
Song Yan: That's really cheap!
Song Yan didn't object, and Wei Aiguo looked at her several times; she nodded each time. Only then did he say he would keep the entire batch of goods.
Old Lei was also quite shocked and couldn't help but remind him, "Brother, to be honest, this stuff is really good. As long as it's transported out, it can be sold. The key is how you transport it out."
If this large shipment could be shipped out, I would have taken it long ago.
It's still a bit difficult to ship goods out now.
It's a bit of a hassle; I'm using all tactful language. If you bring too much stuff on the train, they'll definitely check.
Wei Aiguo said it was okay.
Wei Aiguo took quite a lot of batwing shirts and fabric.
Wei Aiguo could tell that Song Yan had his eye on the camera, but Lao Lei wouldn't sell it, saying it was reserved for an old friend.
Different strokes for different folks. Ginseng is your favorite, and a camera is mine; let's complement each other.
Old Lei wasn't stupid; he couldn't let such a big deal fall apart over a camera. In the end, he could only nod in agreement.
Both sides are satisfied with this arrangement.
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