"What did you say about kicking someone when they're down? Doing business is a matter of mutual consent; I didn't force you to sell me melons." Wang Peng stared straight at him.
Du Lei couldn't stand it anymore. "Uncle Wang, I still have 10,000 jin of watermelons in my field. Who wants your rotten melons?"
He took the cart from Wang Peng and said, "Brother Peng, don't waste your breath on him, we still need to load the cart tonight."
"Nine points it is, you wait and see." Wang Song had no choice but to compromise again.
If this truckload of melons continues to be bumpy along the way, it won't just be a matter of how much money we lose, but a matter of not being able to sell them at all.
The father and son pulled the cart over.
Wang Song and Du Lei weighed the items, while Wang Peng took notes, which took another half hour.
There were still 200 jin of watermelon left. Wang Peng paid 18 yuan, and the money and goods were settled.
Wang Song was so angry that his stomach ached. He had only sold a little over half of the melons in his truck, and after a whole day of trouble, he lost more than ten yuan.
At this moment, two young men asked the price, "Brother, how much is this melon?"
"Three cents a pound, how many do you want, brother?" Wang Peng said with a smile.
"Make it cheaper, the two of us will take several dozen kilograms from you," said the round-faced young man.
"Brother, this is the price everywhere in the county." Wang Peng picked up a small melon. "Don't haggle, here's a small melon for you to try."
"That's fine too." The round-faced young man began to select melons.
They picked out forty jin (20 kg) and paid twelve yuan.
Wang Peng gave them another two kilograms of watermelon, and Du Lei delivered it to their door.
He made eight yuan just by reselling it.
Wang Song was both angry and envious. He quickly pulled his cart away, knowing that staying any longer would make him sick from the anger.
Looking at the backs of the father and son, Wang Peng suddenly found it ridiculous.
"You came here to steal our business, lost a lot of money, and who can you blame? You shot yourselves in the foot!"
He shook his head and continued to guard the watermelon stall, hoping to sell out the batch of watermelons today.
He will lose money if he can't sell them all.
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