Chapter 762: Making something that can’t be sold
A group of people from Panasonic left laughing.
Cheng Hui and the others in the yard vented their anger for a minute and then raised their hands.
The yard suddenly became quiet.
"The mission is not over yet, everyone should hold on."
"Yes." A group of people whispered.
Cheng Hui waved her hand, and the group of people dispersed, carrying their things back to their rooms.
They hadn't intended to leave.
Cheng Hui smiled at Jiang Ming: "Uncle, I've asked you to run another trip."
Jiang Mingyi said happily: "I am willing to run more times for this kind of work!"
He was also looking forward to Panasonic's expression when he knew the truth. Would he cry out of anger?
But he also had the same worry: "I've cheated them again this time... Will they be angry? What if they really don't come in the future?"
Cheng Hui said: "We will have more and more good things in the future. It's their loss if they don't come. Besides, they won't not come. Who can resist money?"
Although the things at the Canton Fair may not necessarily be of good quality, they are definitely cheap. If you don’t take advantage of a bargain, they will have to hold their noses in anger.
But it will be harder to cheat in the future.
Jiang Ming nodded: "We'll talk about the future later, let's make sure this Canton Fair is well run first. Go back to sleep, there's still a tough battle to fight tomorrow."
But he knew that Cheng Hui would not leave until the end of the Autumn Trade Fair, and there were still many things she needed to do.
The second period began early the next morning.
Many foreign businessmen squeezed in through the door and went straight to Cheng Hui's counter to sign the formal contract.
Cheng Hui had already signed the required documents a few days ago, and now all she had to do was wait for the other party to sign.
Some people were serious and took the contract to study it, while others just glanced at it and signed it.
The Canton Fair has a very good reputation and has never tampered with contracts or deliberately cheated anyone.
Especially Cheng Hui, the last time...it was such a difficult task, but she completed it according to the contract! Can't find any faults.
After standing at the booth for a while, Cheng Hui walked out and strolled around the venue.
"Mr. Thomas, I heard that you are a very famous furniture dealer in Italy? Nice to meet you." Cheng Hui extended her hand to a fat businessman.
Who can resist the kindness of a beautiful woman? What's more, this beauty can command 1 million people to work for her!
Although sometimes she didn't think things through, such as why she didn't ask him about selling coffins a few days ago...but he is still young, how can he think of everything?
Thomas, who had been a little unhappy with Cheng Hui for not getting a bargain, saw her smiling face, and his unhappiness suddenly disappeared. He also smiled and stretched out his hand: "Miss Cheng, you actually remember me?"
Cheng Hui smiled: "Of course, I still remember that you bought 20,000 cubic meters of wood from us during the Spring Fair."
Thomas' smile became more genuine, this was something he really remembered.
Whether they remembered it or conducted a special investigation, it shows that people valued him!
He looked at Cheng Hui, wondering what she wanted to talk to him about.
Cheng Hui didn't beat around the bush and asked, "I wonder how many cubic meters of wood Mr. Thomas is going to import this time?"
Thomas smiled and said, "It's still 20,000 square meters."
Cheng Hui said: "Then go to the timber booth and see if there is any left. We are only exporting 30,000 cubic meters of logs this year."
"What?" Thomas screamed and turned and ran.
In previous years, there was always enough wood here, no matter how much was needed. Anyone who came on the first day could buy it, and the quantity was dozens of times more than this year.
It took him several minutes to find the lumber booth tucked away in the corner.
As a result, I was disappointed without even having to go there. Right now, more than a dozen businessmen were loudly questioning the staff, asking why they only exported so little this year? Don't want to do business anymore?
Cheng Hui didn't have to search hard, so she almost arrived at the booth with Thomas.
"I'm sorry everyone, the export of logs is low this year because we want to make too many finished furniture for export." Cheng Hui pointed to the side.
There are ten coffins placed right next to it!
This thing is a bit weird...so although it was not removed, it was placed in a corner.
The timber merchants then remembered that Cheng Hui had sold a lot of coffins.
Among them, 90% of them bought some, and some planned to sell them themselves when they returned home, while others planned to sell them to their friends.
"But...."
"this....."
"That....."
For a long time, no one could utter a complete question.
People want to use the wood, make things out of it and sell it for a high price, so why sell it cheaply as logs? Doing charity?
Thomas slapped his thigh and said, "Why didn't you tell me about this important matter earlier?"
Cheng Hui said: "I didn't expect the coffins would sell so well, with so many people rushing to buy them..."
That day was really a steal.
If it had been sold, the other merchants would not have been jealous. But when they found out that Cheng Hui had secretly designated who to sell it to and did not sell it to them, they felt unfair.
Later, the orders were opened, which stimulated a group of people to follow suit and buy.
Not to mention timber merchants, there are also food merchants who sell them back with the intention of reselling them.
"This..." Thomas was speechless. It was really impossible to predict how the market would respond to a product before it was released.
"It's all your fault that you sell it too cheaply." A foreign businessman suddenly said, "Small profits but quick turnover is not a good idea. You can make $100 by selling one item, so why do you have to sell 100 items to make $100?"
Cheng Hui said: "If I don't sell it cheaply, you won't buy it."
Everyone...
This is really the truth. That is why her sales are so good because her products are five or six times cheaper than the market price.
If she offered a 50% discount, they would all hesitate, because there were few businessmen specializing in coffin business at the scene, and they would resell them when they returned, and they didn't know how much the other party would bargain them down to.
They won't do it if they can invest 1 million US dollars and earn 10,000 or 20,000 US dollars when they return.
No. 189, who was sandwiched among a group of timber merchants, spoke up and asked in not very authentic but absolutely fluent English: "Miss Cheng, although you are not selling logs this time, I see you are selling another kind of furniture?"
"What?" a group of people asked.
"That's it." Someone pointed to him. Just opposite the log merchant, there was an exhibition hall with three booths, where a whole set of gorgeous antique furniture was displayed.
The exquisitely carved solid wood cabinets, coffee tables, desks and chairs, and step-out beds are all so gorgeously carved that even if they are not from the mainland, even if they themselves would not use this kind of furniture, they have to admit that this thing is luxurious, beautiful, and expensive enough.
A foreign businessman looked at it and shook his head, saying, "I won't buy it. I can't sell it."
Another person said: "I won't buy it either. It really can't be sold."
However, there were a few outliers whose eyes revealed surprise, because there are many Chinese people in their country! They have money! They definitely like this style of stuff!
"How much are these?" The man's face froze as soon as he asked.
He saw the signs on each piece of furniture.
A table costs $1,500, a chair costs $500, and cabinets of different sizes and heights have different prices.
The cheapest is US$3,000 and the most expensive is US$10,000!
Those who are interested are all worried. At this price, no one except the rich will buy it. The market is too small.
A group of people turned to look at Cheng Hui again, and felt that Cheng Hui was not omnipotent after all. This time he made another bad move and made something that could not be sold.
No. 189 looked at everyone in confusion: "What are you looking at? I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about that."
He pointed toward the booth selling logs.
Someone looked over and asked in confusion: "What?"
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