The manager pretended to count the sacks behind Ling Chuan again, then patted his head and said, "It is indeed 27 bags. I was right just now."

Ling Chuan immediately responded, "That's normal. With so many items, if it were me, I would definitely make a mistake in counting them."

After hearing Ling Chuan's words, the manager gave a forced smile, then quickly started typing on the calculator in his hand.

"One bag weighs 50 jin, 27 times 50 equals 1,350 jin, 1.5 yuan per jin, a total of 2,025 yuan."

Ling Chuan readily took out money from his bag and paid the bill. The manager took the money, wrote out two receipts and a delivery note and handed them to him.

"Okay, the goods have been counted, you guys go about yourselves, I'm leaving get off work first."

"Take care."

After watching the manager leave, Ling Chuan turned around and told Deng Wenbin to follow Shi Xiu to find a truck outside to transport the goods, while he and Ling Jiang would guard the goods.

"Chuanzi, you are smart. You got the missing weight back without much effort."

Hearing the praise from his eldest brother, Ling Chuan was about to speak when he suddenly thought of something.

He quickly took out the receipt and delivery note from his pocket and found that 27 bags were written in the piece number column.

As far as he knows, large and formal factories like this conduct very strict inspections before goods leave the factory.

Although the manager counted 27 bags of money for him, there were actually 30 sacks behind him. If the security guard found out the number was wrong when he went out, they would not be able to explain themselves even if they were right.

"Kawako, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Seeing that something was wrong with his expression, Ling Jiang asked quickly.

Ling Chuan was thinking of a plan in his mind, so he didn't respond for a while. He just handed the receipt and delivery note to the other party.

Ling Jiang looked over and over for a long time but couldn't see anything wrong.

"That's no problem. 27 bags, 75 yuan a bag, a total of 2025 yuan."

"Brother, we actually have 30 bags of goods here."

Ling Jiang was not a fool. After being reminded by his younger brother, he immediately understood.

Although the weight is correct, the number of pieces does not match. There are three extra bags. If someone finds out when they leave the factory, they might be accused of theft.

Ling Jiang was extremely anxious for a moment, "Chuanzi, what should we do? How about we go talk to the manager?"

Ling Chuan shook his head. "He's gone, and it's useless even if we find him. If he insists that we hid the goods secretly, we will be the only ones who suffer."

Ling Jiang then realized that they had been tricked by the manager.

Ling Chuan's eyes swept across the sacks behind him, then he looked at the other people around him, and an idea quickly came to his mind.

"Brother, let's untie all the seals on the sacks."

"It's well sealed, why did you untie it? It will be troublesome when we carry it on the road."

Although Ling Jiang complained in confusion, he followed Ling Chuan's instructions and began to untie the cotton rope at the mouth of the sack.

As the sound of "da da da" of stitches being removed was heard, a sack was opened. Looking at the soft and comfortable woolen hat with fine stitches inside, Ling Jiang's eyes lit up.

"Chuanzi, it's no wonder the price is a little high, this stuff is really good, take a look."

Ling Chuan also opened a sack at this time. The goods inside were the same as those in Ling Jiang's sack, all woolen hats, but the colors and styles were different.

But the stuff is good, soft and smooth to the touch, not prickly at all.

Ling Chuan felt relieved and called out to Ling Jiang, "Brother, go ahead and unpack all the sacks."

The vendors next door didn't understand the brothers' intentions and came over curiously, "Why did you remove the seal? Aren't you going to seal it again later?"

Ling Chuan explained with a smile, "I want to see what goods I have, so that I can make plans. By the way, brother, do you want to exchange goods with us?"

"Exchange? How?"

"It's like this. I have more hats than anything else. I want to trade them for something else."

The vendor hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand, "Forget it, forget it. I'm too lazy to change it. It will be very troublesome on the road if you take it apart. It might get damp and moldy."

Ling Chuan opened his mouth to say a few more words of advice, but an old man about 50 years old came over from the other side.

"Young man, I'll switch with you."

When Lingchuan heard that someone was willing to exchange goods, he was more than happy to do so.

"Uncle, what goods do you have more of?"

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"Probably gloves, and probably a lot of scarves too."

The old man pointed at the sacks of hats that Ling Chuan had opened and said, "How about I give you three bags of hats in exchange for two bags of gloves and one bag of scarves?"

"Okay."

The two sides quickly changed positions.

When others saw this, they came over too.

Although the goods everyone buys are nothing more than gloves, scarves and hats, the styles, patterns and colors are different.

Just like scarves, some are solid, some are striped, and some are checkered. The stitches are also different, there are thick needles, thin needles, braid needles, net needles, diamond needles, and so on.

The more styles, patterns and colors the goods have, the easier it will be to sell them.

More and more people came to exchange goods. Some exchanged half a bag of striped scarves for Lingchuan's half bag of solid scarves, and some exchanged one hundred thick-needle woolen hats for one hundred thin-needle hats by Lingchuan.

Taking advantage of the time when exchanging goods, Ling Chuan took the opportunity to split the 30 sacks of goods into 27 bags.

After the others had exchanged their goods and returned to their respective areas, the old man who first exchanged with Ling Chuan smiled and gave him a thumbs up, "Young man, you have a good brain."

Seeing that the other party had seen through his little trick, Ling Chuan simply stopped hiding it.

"We have no choice. We came all the way here to earn a little hard-earned money, so we have to be frugal."

"Who says it's not?"

Seeing the helplessness and emotion on the old man's face, Ling Chuan suddenly realized something, "Uncle, you already knew that the weight of these goods was not enough?"

The old man snorted sarcastically, "We are all in this business, and we can tell at a glance if the quantity is right. Look at these people around us, at least half of them know that there is something fishy about this batch of goods."

Seeing the surprise on Ling Chuan and Ling Jiang's faces, the old man continued, "You must be wondering why no one is exposing it. The manager in charge of the settlement is a relative of the deputy director. If you offend him, this way of making money will be cut off. For the sake of long-term planning, everyone pretends to be deaf and dumb. It is better to make less money than to cut off your own way of making money."

Then the old man asked Ling Chuan, "You are new to this business, right? In fact, it's not just this factory that does this, many factories around do this. There's a saying that goes, all crows are black."

Seeing that the old man was a down-to-earth person, Ling Chuan wanted to make friends with him, so he gave him a brief introduction of his situation truthfully.

"Uncle, I have been in business for a short time and I don't have enough experience. I'll trouble you to give me some advice in the future."

(End of this chapter)