After Yang Jianguo and the other two broke up with Wan Feng last time, they first went home.
After a brief moment of joy after suddenly having a lot of money, the three people seemed to lose their balance and didn't know how to continue their lives for a while.
Thinking about the fantastic experience over the past year, they fell into confusion.
If they were asked to farm at home and earn only 100 to 80 yuan a year, they would not do it even if they were beaten to death.
After staying at home for five or six days, Han Meng and Zhao Gang gathered at Yang Jianguo's house again. After some discussion, the three of them began to roam around in the flower market according to Wan Feng's instructions.
Although none of the three people are cut out for business, the Clivia market is on the rise, so even a blind idiot can make money if he enters the market.
The three people kept Wan Feng's words in mind, and did not be greedy for large quantities of flowers. They traded one pot of flowers at a time. After more than ten people had made a profit of three to four thousand yuan each.
But the three of them still seemed to have no backbone and worked without any mood. They were so happy to meet Li Mingdou at dinner today.
After a round of greetings and expressing their feelings of farewell, Yang Jianguo and the other two checked out of the hotel and moved into the house rented by Wan Feng.
This time, with more people, the work was done more efficiently. Although there were more people sharing the money, there were more people purchasing the flowers, so naturally the number of flowers purchased also increased.
This time, five people were out purchasing and two people were watching the stall. The amount purchased was more than double that of when Wan Feng was with four people, and each person's daily income increased accordingly.
Because Yang Jianguo and Han Meng had been following Zheng Yuexian for a longer time, their research on Clivia was better than Li Yong and the others, so they took Li Yong and He Xiao outside to collect the goods respectively.
Li Mingdou was responsible for the transportation back and forth, while Wan Feng led Zhao Gang to sell at the stall. Because of the existence of the big liar Wan Feng, Wan Feng sold almost the same amount at the stall as Yang Jianguo and the other four collected outside, and the price was even higher than what He Xiao and Li Mingdou had originally sold.
As a result, they sold 120 pots of flowers on the first day, and their income increased from an average of 500 to about 700.
This went on for four or five days.
At around ten o'clock in the morning, a customer came to Wan Feng's stall, pointed at the pot of painted face that Wan Feng was standing at, and asked Wan Feng the price.
Due to the rising price of flowers, the price of this pot of clovers has increased from 30,000 to 40,000.
"Stall owner, can you make this pot of flowers cheaper?"
Wan Feng thought that they had been here for almost ten days, and today was the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, so it was time to let go and prepare to return.
"Brother, if you really want to buy this pot of flower face, please give me a price. If it is suitable, I will sell it to you."
The man obviously knew something about Clivia. He talked a lot and finally offered a price of 25,000.
Twenty-five thousand was the price a few days ago. Although Wan Feng doesn't care about the three thousand or five thousand, at least this pot of flowers has to be worth its current value.
"Brother, this 'Tiebei Zhang' of mine is the latest generation of products, belonging to the watermelon-peel variegated orchid. Look at the leaf shape, the bottom one is wide and round, the upper one is wide and pointed, the entire flowerpot is covered with leaves but it doesn't look messy, the color difference is obvious, the brightness can reach lacquer and glaze, the veins are high, raised and thick, and the orchid is of high quality. If you touch it with your hand, it feels clear and smooth. I am not exaggerating when I say that you can't find another orchid like this one in Changchun. It's not that I care about the money, but the price you give is an insult to this orchid. In order to be worthy of its value, I won't ask for more. If you think it's worth three, then you can take it. If you are not willing to pay this amount, then you are not sincere in buying orchids. Let's go our separate ways."
Wan Feng's words were well-reasoned and even provocative. The customer hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind and bought it.
In fact, if he buys this orchid now without being greedy, he can still make money by reselling it, but if he wants to sell it for 70,000 or 80,000 yuan, it will be a loss.
Thirty thousand yuan in cash is a large bundle of money, and it is not safe to keep it all in the stall. After collecting the money, Wan Feng sent it to a savings bank outside to deposit it.
Wan Feng had just deposited his money at the savings bank and walked into the flower market when he saw a sneaky guy, with his arms folded and his neck hunched, sneaking around in the crowd, as if he was planning to steal someone's money.
Just as this guy was about to reach into someone's pocket with his trembling hands, Wan Feng went over and pulled the person out.
Wan Feng dragged this guy outside the flower market and made him stand against the wall.
"It's you again. Yesterday you robbed me with a match gun, and today you come here to pick my bag. Can you do something serious? Or are you born a bad person?"
This guy is the young man who brought a few people with a match gun to rob Wan Feng yesterday.
"Besides, your pickpocketing skills are completely amateurish. If you pickpocket someone like you, you'll get caught nine out of ten times."
"It's okay to succeed once!" The young man was so bold that he actually replied like this.
"It's only the first time. If you get caught nine times, you'll probably be beaten to death. People are not polite to thieves."
"If I succeed the first time, I can save myself the trouble of the next nine times and avoid getting beaten."
This idea is so fucking unique.
Wan Feng really wanted to give him a five-finger fan that twisted and turned like thunder, and he even thought so.
"Tell me how old are you this year?"
"I'll be eighteen after the Chinese New Year. Do you have any cigarettes?"
Wan Feng rolled his eyes. Just because this guy dared to ask him for a gun and go back to set off a whip yesterday, Wan Feng concluded that this guy was a born funny guy.
He took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it over.
What made Wan Feng speechless was that this guy took out a cigarette and put the whole pack into his pocket. He only took out the cigarettes again when he saw Wan Feng looking at him unpleasantly.
"Hey, big brother, sorry, I'm used to it."
"You're still embarrassed? I feel like your skin is thicker than the soles of my shoes!"
The young man subconsciously looked at Wan Feng's shoes and exclaimed, "Jun Gou! They're authentic and they're over a hundred yuan now. Amazing!"
Am I awesome just because I wear a double military hook?
"What's your name?"
The young man stopped laughing and said, "What are you doing? Are you sending me to the police station? I'm not even 18 yet."
Can’t I send you to the police station if you’re under 18?
"If you don't want to talk about it, forget it. It's not that I look down on you, but look at what you've become. You're wearing tattered clothes, and you're so shabby. Even a thief wouldn't be able to do this. Do you have no mother? Or is your mother dead?"
Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, the young man's playful smile disappeared and his eyes turned red.
"Don't act for me. I won't believe you even if you cry."
"My mother died a long time ago, when I was twelve."
"Make it up! Keep making it up! Do you have a father who does nothing all day, drinks and gets drunk all day long, and doesn't care about you?"
"How do you know?"
Wan Feng had the urge to raise his foot and slap the other person in the face. Damn, you're still getting excited.
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