Before coming, Ling Chuan had actually anticipated this possibility.

However, there are innumerable knitting factories in Urumqi. Just because this factory has cleared out its old goods doesn’t mean that other factories have also cleared out their old goods.

"Sister Shi, the three of us have come all the way here. Can you help us find other sources of goods? After the matter is done, you will definitely be paid for your hard work."

Ling Chuan was also an old customer, and Shi Xiu also remembered Yun Mo's kindness, so he accepted Ling Chuan's request without much hesitation.

Shi Xiu is considered an old hand in the business world of Urumqi. He has extensive connections and many ways to get things done. In just half a day, he helped Lingchuan find out that a knitting factory was clearing out its stock.

"That factory is a new one that opened only in the past two years. All the equipment is imported. The craftsmanship is first-rate. The colors and patterns are much better than the ones you bought last time. Of course, the price is also higher, 1.5 yuan per pound."

Ling Chuan made a quick calculation in his mind.

At 1.5 yuan per pound, the cost of gloves is about 0.3 yuan, the cost of a hat is about 0.45 yuan, and the cost of a scarf is 0.1 yuan. In total, the cost of a set of three is 1.85 yuan. Excluding travel expenses, shipping costs, and labor expenses, you can still make about 0.6 or 0.7 yuan by selling a set for 3 yuan.

"Okay, no problem."

Seeing that Lingchuan could accept the price, Shi Xiu did not hesitate and immediately closed the shop and took them to the factory to see the goods.

Compared with the last factory, this one is obviously much larger in scale. There is a 20-meter-long marble sign at the entrance of the factory, with a majestic stone qilin on each side of the sign.

The factory buildings inside are grand and spacious, and arranged in an orderly manner. It is obvious that it is a new large factory.

The products produced by such a large factory must be good.

Ling Chuan was secretly looking forward to this shipment.

Led by the security guard, several people came to the door of the warehouse where old goods were cleared out.

Inside the warehouse with an internal area of ​​more than 500 square meters, countless woven sacks are scattered around. The sacks are bulging and obviously full of things.

There were quite a few people in the warehouse at this time. Some were wearing work clothes and seemed to be factory employees. Some also looked like vendors from other places like Lingchuan, and were busy picking and carrying sacks.

A man who looked like a manager came towards them and asked, "Are you here to pick up the goods as well?"

"Yes, I came from Jiang City. I heard that you were clearing out your stock, so I wanted to come and get a bargain."

The steward looked at Ling Chuan and the other two and tilted his head, "Go in."

Ling Chuan walked around the warehouse but couldn't see where the goods were, so he had to find the manager who had just greeted them.

"Excuse me, where is the goods?"

The manager pointed to the sacks scattered on the ground and said, "These are all. Pick them up. Each sack weighs 50 jin and costs 75 yuan."

The sacks were sealed with cotton thread, so you couldn't see what was inside.

"Can you open it and take a look at what's inside? I want to take a little of everything so that it's easier to sell when I take it back."

"No, if you want it, take it. If you don't want it, forget it. These are made last year. They are new and the craftsmanship and patterns are top-notch. Don't you see that everyone is rushing to get them? If you keep dawdling, you won't be able to get even a hair."

This is true. Not long after a few people came in, the number of sacks on the ground was reduced by half, and the number is still decreasing.

Ling Chuan immediately called Ling Jiang and Deng Wenbin without hesitation to start moving the sacks, while he picked out the items based on the feel of the sacks and the shape of the protrusions on the surface.

After picking about ten bags, Ling Jiang suddenly pulled Ling Chuan aside and whispered to him.

"Chuanzi, the weight of these goods is not right. I carried a few bags, each weighing at most 45 kilograms, and some are probably less than 45 kilograms."

Hearing this, Ling Chuan's face suddenly became serious.

It wouldn't matter if they were short of one or half a pound, but one bag was short of five pounds, and ten bags were 50 pounds. On average, the price of one pound of fabric dropped to 1.66 yuan.

This is no small matter.

But Lingchuan did not say anything and continued to select goods.

As the number of sacks in the warehouse became less and less, everyone started to scramble for them. Ling Chuan didn't even bother to pick and choose, he just picked up a sack and rushed forward.

The open space outside the warehouse was divided into areas marked out with chalk, with names written on them. The sacks that each person selected were placed on the areas marked with chalk, and the sacks would be counted and paid for at the end.

Half an hour later, all the sacks in the warehouse were cleared out, and small hills of sacks were piled up on the open space outside the warehouse.

The manager led two workers to start counting the accounts one by one.

Ling Chuan frowned and covered his stomach, then turned to Ling Jiang and said, "I'm going to the toilet. When it's our turn, tell the manager to calculate the others first."

Ling Jiang nodded quickly.

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After a while, the manager brought his men to Lingchuan's territory to count the sacks.

Ling Jiang hurriedly said, "I'm so sorry, my brother is the accountant. He has a stomachache and went to the toilet. He will be back soon. Can you guys go and do the accounting for the others first?"

The manager was a little unhappy, but didn't say anything. He turned around and went to the next house.

Ling Chuan came back only after everyone else's goods had been cleared.

Seeing that he had been gone for so long, Ling Jiang couldn't help but ask, "Chuanzi, are you okay?"

"It's okay. I might have caught a cold and have a stomachache."

As they were talking, the steward came up to them with his men and asked unhappily, "Can we take inventory now?"

"Yes, please."

The steward quickly counted the number of sacks, "30 sacks in total, 35005…"

Ling Chuan suddenly interrupted the other party in a low voice, "Brother, I think you ordered the wrong number. I just counted it and it's 27 bags."

The steward frowned in anger, but before he could speak, Ling Chuan continued, "My eldest brother used to be a grain carrier. He knew exactly how much this was as soon as he put it on his shoulders. 27 bags is just right, not more, not less."

After hearing this, the anger on the steward's face slowly disappeared, replaced by panic and hesitation.

Seeing the manager's reaction, Ling Chuan knew that he guessed right.

Such a large-scale and well-organized company would never ruin its reputation for a little profit.

The most likely scenario is that the manager who is in charge of clearing the goods is doing this privately, taking advantage of the short weight to make a profit from the price difference.

Although the other vendors had settled their accounts, their people and goods had not yet left. Dozens of sacks of goods could not be moved by manpower alone, so they had to find a truck to load them.

Once this matter gets out, not making money is a small matter. If it gets to the higher authorities, they may even lose their jobs.

The steward quickly came up with a plan in his mind, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Did I count wrong? Then I'll count again."

Third update~ 　　Good night 　　 　 (end of this chapter)