Li Dongyang: "......"
Zhou Hao: "......"
A high school kid talking business?
What's wrong with the world these days?
Zhou Hao snapped out of his shock; he was truly astonished by the kids these days.
Seeing Xia Yi's determined look, Li Dongyang picked up his phone and called his father.
The person on the other end of the phone thought for a long time.
Li Dongyang was about to hang up when the other end answered.
Li Jianguo's voice was a little breathless.
"Hey kid, why didn't you call earlier or later? This is my private time, so get to the point."
"Your dad is busy with important business right now!"
Li Dongyang understood immediately.
To make a long story short, every sentence is important.
"Are the snacks you sent me from our own farm?"
"What's wrong? You still want it? We'll talk about it tomorrow."
How much does one bag cost?
"A bag costs 2 yuan at the convenience store, is there anything else?"
"Your dad is on important business."
"If there's nothing else, then hang up!"
"I want to stock up on goods."
"There are plenty, feel free to come in."
"Okay, that's all."
You could tell from the phone call that Li Jianguo was really anxious.
“They sell for two yuan at the supermarket. My dad said there’s plenty of stock, and we can sell as many as we want.”
Xia Yi, being wealthy and generous, blinked at the large bag of snacks in his hand, thinking, "Such a big bag for only 2 yuan?"
“I have ordered 100,000 bags, each at a price of 3 yuan, and this is my deposit.”
Xia Yihao said he transferred 200,000 yuan to Li Dongyang without even blinking.
Anyway, he got the money from his sister, so he can just keep extorting the rest.
Li Dongyang was surprised to see a long string of zeros on his WeChat account.
"You transferred 200,000 yuan over?"
"How about we stock a smaller quantity and test the waters first?"
"No need, 100,000 bags is too few. When we put them on the shelves, we'll sell them for 5 yuan each and give the supermarket a 50-cent commission per bag."
"Their chain supermarkets are usually located near schools. Such a big bag for 5 yuan and it tastes delicious will definitely be snapped up."
Zhou Hao glanced at Xia Yi out of the corner of his eye and asked, "Are you sure you're only 16 this year?"
"You sound very experienced when you talk business."
"I'm used to it."
"But you, my brother-in-law said you're also from a wealthy family. I'm really curious to know how much money you've made at 23?"
Zhou Hao was speechless.
"Damn it, he doesn't even have 100,000 yuan in savings right now. All his expenses are still paid for by the credit card his dad gave him."
What does it mean to say that there is no harm without comparison?
After receiving the payment, Li Dongyang transferred it directly to his father without hesitation.
The time he saw the most money was when he gave his mother a betrothal gift.
Over the years, his father has never had more than 200 yuan in his pocket.
If they have money, it's all the cash they keep hidden away in supermarkets, where customers give them cash as a form of personal savings.
There's nothing he can do about it, since his father is henpecked, but judging from his demeanor, he seems to be enjoying it.
This is the legendary situation where one person is willing to hit and the other is willing to be hit.
About 20 minutes later.
Li Dongyang's phone rang.
It's almost certain that Li Jianguo was the one who did it.
He must have seen the money on the phone.
At this moment, a person is squatting on the balcony smoking.
The phone trembled, the cigarette trembled.
200,000?
I've lived most of my life and never seen so many zeros.
Li Jianguo took two deep drags on his cigarette to calm himself down.
My son called just now, but he was busy responding to the national call and didn't pay attention to what Li Dongyang was saying on the phone.
"Son, am I seeing things? You just transferred 200,000 to me?"
"Are you sure it's 200,000, not 20,000?" Li Jianguo stared at the balance on his phone, lost in thought.
Count the zeros on the top by tapping them with your fingers.
"One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand?"
"dad?"
Are you listening?
Clearly, Li Jianguo wasn't listening; his attention was entirely focused on that string of numbers.
Do you remember the snacks you sent me a few days ago?
Li Dongyang called out to Li Jianguo several times before he finally came to his senses.
"Yes, I remember. Those were just homemade dried sweet potatoes. We could make as many as we wanted."
"Can you get me 100,000 bags? This 200,000 is a deposit."
“You sell it for two yuan in the supermarket, I buy it for three yuan here, and I’ll transfer the remaining 100,000 yuan to you after it’s made.”
A bag of these dried sweet potatoes only costs one yuan to produce.
He buys the goods for 3 yuan and makes 2 yuan profit. Even if he outsources these to others, he can still make 1 yuan profit.
100,000 bags is equivalent to earning 100,000 yuan.
After finishing his cigarette, Li Jianguo returned to his bedroom and showed Xiao Qianwen the money on his phone.
"Didn't you promise me that you would give me two children once I earned 100,000 a month?"
"Isn't this it?"
Li Dongyang had just hung up the phone a short while ago, around 10 o'clock, when his mother called.
"Dongyang, is what your dad said true?"
"yes."
After receiving Li Dongyang's affirmation, Xiao Qianwen spoke.
"What are their requirements?"
"For example, packaging and food certification."
"The inspections by the industry and commerce authorities are very strict now, and every step must be done well."
Xiao Qianwen truly lives up to her reputation as a company leader; she pays close attention to detail.
"Once you've finalized these details, I'll have someone pack them right away."
"Processing these sweet potato slices is quick. Cut them on the first day, boil them in the evening, and then dry them. As long as the sales are good, production is not a problem at all."
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