When Hou Baolin saw Ye Beiping approaching, he immediately asked, "How is Beiping?"
“They don’t sell loose goods,” Ye Beiping sighed.
"Huh?" Wu Di pointed in the direction of the gatekeeper and said, "Didn't I see you give him the cigarettes just now?"
"yes."
Ye Beiping pointed to a small shop opposite the popsicle factory and said, "The popsicle factory doesn't sell them, but this shop is owned by a relative of one of the factory's leaders. They told us to buy them there, but the prices are a bit higher."
"That works too." Hou Baolin punched Wu Di in the chest and laughed, "As long as we can buy popsicles, it doesn't matter if they're a little expensive. We'll just sell them for a higher price later."
"Then let's go."
Ye Beiping led Hou Baolin and Wu Di to the popsicle shop.
Inside sat a middle-aged woman. Hearing the noise, she raised an eyebrow at the three young men from the countryside and said with a sneer, "Buying popsicles?"
"Yes." Ye Beiping looked at the various kinds of popsicles in the freezer and nodded. "If we buy more, can you give us a discount?"
Buy more?
The middle-aged woman's eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up and asked with a smile, "How much are you planning to buy?"
Looking at the freezer, Ye Beiping and the other two exchanged glances, then pointed to the white sugar and asked, "How much of this usually sells?"
Two cents.
Ye Beiping pointed to the red bean again and asked, "What about this one?"
"This costs four cents." Seeing that Ye Beiping kept asking about cheap things, the middle-aged woman simply quoted all the prices: "The cream one costs ten cents, and the large cream ice cream costs fifteen cents."
"If you buy more than ten of each, the white sugar one cent, the red bean three cents, the cream eight cents, and the large cream ice cream one cent two cents."
Wu Di tugged at Ye Beiping's sleeve and said, "There's not much profit to be made."
"Yes, we only make one cent for every piece of sugar we sell," Hou Baolin said with a hint of disdain.
Even if you sell a hundred sticks a day, you only make one yuan.
Ye Beiping licked his lips and said directly to the middle-aged woman, "Boss lady, how about this? I'll have fifty white sugar ice creams and fifty red bean ice creams, ten small cream ice creams and five large cream ice creams. Is that alright?"
"Sure, sure." The middle-aged proprietress quickly wrote the amount on a piece of paper, calculated it, and announced, "It's three yuan and forty cents in total. I'll give you a discount of one cent, so it's three yuan and three cents, how about that?"
"Can."
Ye Beiping readily took out three one-yuan bills and three ten-cent bills, saying, "We'll come to pick up the goods first thing tomorrow morning."
"Okay, okay." The middle-aged proprietress smiled and accepted the money.
"Beiping, this..."
Before Hou Baolin could speak, Ye Beiping pulled him aside. He carefully did the math: "I've done the math. We can sell fifty sticks of white sugar for four cents, which is a profit of three cents, so we can earn one yuan and fifty cents. We can also make a profit of three cents on the red beans. So, if we sell a hundred sticks, we can earn three yuan."
"The profit margins for ice cream are higher for both small and large sizes. We'll sell the small ice cream for 15 cents and make 7 cents, so 10 ice creams will be 70 cents. We'll sell the large ice cream for 20 cents and make 8 cents, or 40 cents."
"If we sell all the goods in one day, we can earn a total of four yuan and ten cents, which is about 150 percent profit."
In the context of business in my past life, investing 3.3 yuan could yield a profit of 4.1 yuan, which was absolutely exorbitant.
Hou Baolin frowned and said, "We only earn four yuan a day, but... we can't sell them all."
"More than a hundred of them. There are only two or three thousand people in the surrounding villages. The elderly don't know how to eat them, so we can only sell them to children."
Ye Beiping had already thought of this, and said in a low voice, "Let's do some promotions."
"Promotion?" Hou Baolin was stunned. What is a promotion?
Ye Beiping held up two fingers and asked, "Shouldn't we sell the sugar for four cents? If two people come to buy it, we'll give them a discount of one cent, making it seven cents for two sticks. Or three sticks for ten cents, so they can pool their money to buy it."
"If you buy five, we pay 15 cents; if you buy ten, we pay 20 cents. The profit is less, but it sells quickly. We get the kids to find a way to get together and buy. If they buy today, they'll have to stick together if they want to eat tomorrow."
"Like me, you, and Fatty, if the three of us want to do something together, and the other two agree but one disagrees, how would you feel?"
"This..." Hou Baolin's eyes lit up instantly, and without thinking, he blurted out, "I'll be isolated, not a friend or brother enough, that's a serious problem."
"right."
Ye Beiping snapped his fingers and exchanged a smile with Hou Baolin.
Suddenly, the two realized that they had been discussing this for so long, so where was Wu Di?
Looking back, I was surprised to see Wu Di unpacking a large cream ice cream.
This really annoyed Hou Baolin, who immediately grabbed Wu Di's neck and complained, "Fatty, I let you eat all by yourself, what about me and Beiping?"
"Buy, buy, buy, I'll buy it, okay?"
Hearing Wu Di agree, Hou Baolin released his hand. Wu Di rolled his eyes at him and stuffed the ice cream into his mouth: "I've never eaten this stuff before, what's wrong with trying it?"
Reluctantly, I took two cents out of my pocket and handed it to the shopkeeper: "Give them two more ice creams, small size."
Wu Di spoke the last three words very softly.
The proprietress found the three country folk quite interesting, so she took two small ice creams from the freezer and handed them to Ye Beiping and Hou Baolin.
"Huh, why does this ice cream seem smaller than the one for Fatty?" Hou Baolin asked, opening the packaging.
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