Zhao Jiahui is truly impressed.
I thought giving her a rice cooker would be enough to appease this woman.
To my utter surprise, the other party wanted one more.
What kind of mess is this?!
Zhao Jiahui increasingly felt that this business was becoming more and more difficult to conduct.
These ordinary people are no longer just ordinary people.
It's not easy to fool them anymore.
The era of readily purchasing things without hesitation is gradually fading away.
In the past, there was no need for salespeople to talk much; they could just give a perfunctory response, and people would readily pay for the products.
Of course, it's true that there was a shortage of supplies during that period, followed by a period of abundant supplies.
Everyone likes to buy various goods to improve their quality of life.
Now, as we get closer to the new century, these ordinary people have also honed their skills in dealing with various scams and deceptions by merchants.
In short, no matter how much concessions a businessman makes, he can still be persuaded and exploited.
Zhao Jiahui has a tough life.
The popular saying "the buyer is never as shrewd as the seller" can really screw over a lot of merchants.
Zhao Jiahui tried to reason with him.
A rice cooker costs 300 yuan. If you want two, you'll also need a bicycle.
How could I possibly make any money?
How about I work for you?
Wang's mother disagreed, saying that she would ask for as much as possible for a bicycle worth over 700 yuan.
You can brag about it to your neighbors when you get back.
The sales staff were dumbfounded.
The boss's spending is too extravagant.
Let's not even talk about giving away a few rice cookers.
They're giving one away for free, a rice cooker for 300 yuan!
Are you really giving it away?
Wouldn't that be a huge loss?
In fact, the sales staff didn't understand at all.
Zhao Jiahui is at least somewhat intelligent; it's good enough that he didn't ask for 1,000 yuan for the rice cooker.
Anyway, I bought these wholesale for 30 yuan each.
There are expensive rice cookers on the market.
I put a label on it, saying the rice cooker was worth a certain amount.
If it weren't for the fact that demanding 1,000 yuan per piece would be somewhat insulting to the intelligence of ordinary people, Zhao Jiahui would really have wanted to do it.
A bicycle costs over 700 yuan, and a rice cooker costs 1000 yuan as a gift; it just doesn't seem right.
It's easy for others to think they're being treated like idiots.
You might as well sell rice cookers and give away bicycles...
Therefore, nobody cares about the value of the rice cooker.
As long as the free gifts you advertise are still at a reasonable price.
These ordinary people naturally started doing addition and subtraction.
This would involve subtracting the value of the free gift from the value of the bicycle.
So, all I spent was a little over 400 yuan to buy a multi-speed bicycle.
See, isn't this much better?
It is easier for ordinary people to accept.
But now, Wang's mother is actually demanding that two be given away!
Zhao Jiahui cried out in anguish, "Sister, you're making me work for nothing all day! You're too good at bargaining! Waaah~~ No way, no way, I'm losing money like crazy."
Zhao Jiahui is a very good actor.
So what if I give you two?
Anyway, rice cookers aren't worth much...
The claim that the price increased tenfold is just me making things up.
What, you think you can go and negotiate with the rice cooker manufacturer?
Just see if they'll pay attention to you or not!
When Wang's mother saw that Zhao Jiahui agreed, she smiled happily, but still comforted him, "Oh, I won't take advantage of you. I'll promote it for you and introduce some customers, that'll do."
Zhao Jiahui pretended to shed tears, wiping the corners of his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Then you have to keep your word, sis. You really ripped me off today."
"However, I think the child likes it quite a bit, so we can't let the child suffer, can we?"
"Fine, I'll give you two. You have to help me promote them later."
"I can't take it anymore, my heart hurts, I need to go back and take some nitroglycerin pills. You, you continue entertaining."
After saying that, Zhao Jiahui, supporting his heart, returned to the house.
Then he lit a cigarette and hummed a little tune: "Today is a good day, a good day..."
Outside.
When Wang's mother paid, she let her child choose a color he liked, and then carefully checked it. Once she found nothing wrong, she paid and rode away.
After all that haggling, I finally paid.
Wang was overjoyed; he had a unique and incredibly awesome competition!
Wang's mother was overjoyed, holding the two rice cookers, feeling content.
The salesperson was thrilled; they sold a bicycle and their commission was coming in!
Zhao Jiahui was happy; he'd made money again. Ugh, this money is so annoying; it's always out of stock, and he has to constantly push the sales staff to restock…
Everyone was happy!
Wang's mother returned home.
The husband was dumbfounded when he saw the two rice cookers.
He asked blankly, "Didn't I tell you to buy the kid a bicycle to go to and from school? Why are you buying a rice cooker? And two of them?"
The mother snorted, "What do you know? This is my spoils of war."
The husband was even more confused: "You got into a fight with someone? Did you steal it?"
The mother, hands on her hips, said, "Can't you think of anything good all day? What do you mean by fighting? What do you mean by stealing?"
After saying that, the mother pondered for a moment and corrected herself, "No, that's not right either. It seems like it really was stolen before the fight..."
After all, negotiating with Zhao Jiahui is no less daunting than fighting.
Isn't this rice cooker a reward?
They were originally supposed to give one, but now they've given two. Isn't that practically stealing?
The husband was startled: "What have you done?!"
The mother laughed: "Look how scared you are, not manly at all. This was a free gift with the purchase of the bicycle for the child. Originally, I was only supposed to get one, but I was not happy about it. After a heated argument that was comparable to a world war, the shopkeeper had no choice but to give in and give me another one."
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