Chen Feng remained seated, pretending not to hear, and quietly waited for the clerk to call.
It wasn't that he didn't want to come later, but there was a lot of stock today, and if he went at the usual time, he'd probably be selling until dawn.
Upon hearing that there was so much merchandise, the boss, who had just lain down on the bed, immediately got up, put on his clothes, and rushed over.
The owner drove all the way to the recycling point. He got out of the car and went into the store. As soon as he reached the counter, he saw the gold displayed on the counter.
"Wow, there really is so much!" The shopkeeper picked up a bottle, shook it, and felt its heavy weight.
"Come on, boss, I can't just accept so many goods without permission." The clerk quickly made room for the boss to sit down.
"Friend, is all this your merchandise?" the shopkeeper asked, looking at Chen Feng, who was wearing sunglasses.
"Yes, if there are no other problems, let's hurry up and refine it. I'm in a hurry." Chen Feng nodded.
"No problem, I'll have someone start refining right away." The boss gave a signal and ordered two of his men to begin refining the gold simultaneously.
The boss, sitting on a stool, was smiling and trying to get close to Chen Feng.
"Brother, where are you from? To be able to bring out so much stock at once, you're no ordinary person."
Chen Feng ignored him.
"This big bottle, haha, it's really heavy! Are you guys here to pan for gold as a group? Where are you all panning?" the boss said with a laugh, holding up a bottle.
Chen Feng still ignored him.
The boss talked to himself for a while, but Chen Feng didn't react, making him almost think that Chen Feng had fallen asleep.
Seeing that Chen Feng remained silent, the shop owner didn't want to make a fool of himself and could only turn around and watch the shop assistant refining the goods with a sheepish look on his face.
Some of the more gullible people have already gone out to check Chen Feng's license plate, hoping to learn more about him.
Unfortunately, Chen Feng had already guessed this, but he didn't care at all now.
Because once he sells all of these, he will basically be saying goodbye to Qiuling City for good.
Go ahead and look, look all you want. In the end, Qiuling City will only be left with an awesome legend.
"Friend, all the goods have been refined. The total is 1.84 million. I've rounded it up for you to 1.85. What's your bank card number?" The boss asked Chen Feng, his tone still filled with amazement.
"Here you go." Chen Feng handed the bank card he had prepared to the shopkeeper.
"Haha, I thought you were asleep." The boss took the bank card and couldn't help but joke.
Chen Feng maintained the same expression, chuckled awkwardly a few times, and handed the card to the employee.
I couldn't help but think to myself, 'How can this person have absolutely no sense of humor?'
The money arrived quickly. Chen Feng glanced at the text message, turned around and left. Everyone in the room watched him leave.
"Where did this person come from? I've never seen him before!"
"Who knows? Judging from the license plate, it seems to be from out of town."
"Boss, do you know him before?" someone couldn't help but ask the boss as they turned around.
"I don't recognize it. It's probably some big gold mining team. Otherwise, with so much stock, how long would it take one or two people to dig?" the boss guessed, shaking his head.
While they were still discussing Chen Feng's background, Chen Feng had already arrived at the second mining site.
Following the same process and using the same methods, Chen Feng realized for the first time while waiting for his boss to arrive that selling goods was indeed very tiring.
The boss wasn't very talkative, but the shock in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Chen Feng sat on the stool, and he really felt that if he were given a chair right now, he could fall asleep there.
It's so boring, and to maintain his mysterious persona, he can't laugh or speak.
That high stool was really hurting his butt.
It took quite a while for the boss to finish refining the goods.
"Friend, all these goods together amount to a total of 1,643,000. I'll round it up for you to 1,644,000."
The boss, holding the computer, looked up and asked Chen Feng.
Chen Feng almost laughed out of anger when he heard the number. "Is this how you round things up? You're not only quiet, you're also stingy!"
"No, get me 650,000, or I won't sell. Who can scrape together that much money like you?"
Chen Feng said somewhat angrily.
"Well, this isn't a small business, business is tough." The shop owner didn't expect Chen Feng to get angry, and scratched his head with an embarrassed smile.
"Small order my ass! This is such a big order, and you're just giving me this little bit of space? You're joking with me." Chen Feng snorted.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll round it up for you, it'll be 1.65 million."
Seeing this, the boss quickly spoke up. He was indeed afraid of offending this big customer and then not selling to him anymore, only giving him a labor fee. If that happened, he would lose a lot of money.
Chen Feng handed over his bank card, and the money arrived in his account very quickly.
"Hey friend, the money's already been transferred. Check if you've received it," the shopkeeper said with a fawning smile, handing the card to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng took out his phone and glanced at it. He had indeed received the card. He put the card back, stood up, and snorted.
"Let me tell you, someone like you, I'm never coming to your house again, what a piece of trash."
"Hey, hey, friend, don't be like that. I was just confused because it was late. Don't be angry."
"Could it be that you still have such goods in your possession?" the boss asked incredulously.
He sold over 1.6 million worth of goods in one go. Could he possibly still have more on hand? That's impossible.
"I may not have any now, but I will in two or three months. How can a gold prospector be short of gold?"
"If you do business like this, how can I possibly come back?" Chen Feng said coldly, but he was wearing sunglasses so the shop owner couldn't see his eyes.
However, even from his tone, the boss could tell that Chen Feng was really angry.
The boss was reminded and then suddenly realized, "Oh, that's how it is."
Chen Feng turned to leave, but the shop owner quickly ran out from behind the counter and grabbed him.
"Friend, friend, don't be like this. Let's have a chat. How about we become long-term partners, and you can come to me for all your future orders?"
"Can I give you more?" the shopkeeper pleaded.
"How about giving me more?" Chen Feng turned his head to look at him and couldn't help but ask.
Seeing that Chen Feng had figured it out, the boss chuckled and said, "Next time you come to sell goods here, besides the goods, I'll give you some extra."
"Sounds good. How much are you planning to give?" Chen Feng asked after thinking for a moment.
"How about this, for every million I give you... 20,000, is that alright?" the boss said after a moment's hesitation.
"Twenty thousand...that's fine, but what about this time?" Chen Feng's meaning was clear: if you don't make up for this time, then forget about next time.
The boss was actually quite distressed about spending 20,000 yuan, but considering that Chen Feng could sell over a million yuan worth of goods at a time, he was no ordinary person, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.
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