"I have quite a few, but they're all past their prime. Do you want some, brother?"
Meng Bufan felt a sense of relief when he was called "Big Brother." He recalled how Fang Zhiyi used to call him by his name during the apocalypse, which he found annoying.
"Canned food is never bad." Meng Bufan knew very well that he had hidden supplies before, and all those cans were expired, but they were still fine. In the apocalypse, a can of food could be exchanged for a lot of good stuff.
Most importantly, it's cheap.
But just as he was about to ask another question, the man returned. Seeing him talking to Fang Zhiyi, he shoved him and said, "What are you doing? Are you having a fit?"
Meng Bufan was a little angry after being pushed, but he didn't dare to show it and could only sit back down in his seat in a huff.
"As for canned fruit, I can only give you twenty per box. Canned meat is a little more expensive, but not by much, since it's almost expired. I'm telling you, with you bringing these things out, it's hard for me to handle." The man's words once again attracted Meng Bufan's attention.
He stared blankly at the boiling hot pot in front of him, his attention completely focused on the conversation between the two people behind him.
Twenty yuan a box? How many can I buy? He got excited; this was so much cheaper than what he had originally planned to do at the supermarket!
He knew nothing about business, and immediately turned around and said, "Friend, I'll take as many as you have! I'll pay five yuan more per box!"
The man turned around in surprise: "Are you crazy? Do we know you?"
Meng Bufan was not afraid, after all, he had seen the apocalypse: "If they are willing to sell, and I am willing to buy, what's it to you?"
"You!" The man suddenly stood up.
Fang Zhiyi spoke up, "Brother, if this brother is willing to buy, I can sell it to him. I'd be happy to make as much money as possible." Fang Zhiyi seemed to be short of money.
“Exactly! You understand the freedom of buying and selling?” Meng Bufan raised his head.
"I'll add five yuan to each box!" The man held out his hand, his five fingers spread wide.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi's hesitant expression, Meng Bufan immediately said, "Then I'll add another five yuan!" He had calculated that a box of canned food would cost at least fifty or sixty yuan in the supermarket, and even so, he could save a lot. The most important thing was that he bought it from Fang Zhiyi, and he would be happy just thinking about the canned food he had sold that he couldn't finish.
"Are you sick?!" the man snapped, clearly annoyed that Meng Bufan had interrupted his attempt to make money.
Meng Bufan looked at him with some disdain. "Idiot, you won't even know your money will be useless soon."
Fang Zhiyi finally decided to sell to Meng Bufan. To avoid any unforeseen complications, Meng Bufan signed a contract with Fang Zhiyi on the spot. Then, without even eating a bite of hotpot, he followed Fang Zhiyi to a secluded warehouse. After counting the canned goods in the warehouse, Meng Bufan's face lit up with a smile. This warehouse was enough for him to eat for a long time!
Fang Zhiyi is such a fool, she actually gave him several boxes!
Meng Bufan immediately transferred the money to Fang Zhiyi. Seeing Fang Zhiyi leave happily, he cursed, "Idiot."
Little did he know that Fang Zhiyi turned a corner after leaving his sight, and the man he had been eating with earlier suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Brother Fang, you're amazing! How did you know that eating hot pot would lead to people buying this batch of goods?" The man's name was Greyhound, but he absolutely refused to reveal his real name.
"Brilliant strategy!" Fang Zhiyi was very satisfied; this way, she would have some money.
"No wonder you asked me to help you buy a batch of canned goods that others had taken off the shelves. But you were overcharging. We bought them for about ten yuan a box and then resold them for thirty-five yuan a box." Greyhound said with admiration.
"Isn't that faster than you and your old mother trying to stage an accident?"
The greyhound scratched its head: "Don't mention it, don't mention it."
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