Twenty ballpoint pens and thirty packs of pen refills, totaling twenty-six yuan and fifty cents.
Cash on delivery.
The two chatted for a few more minutes before Wang Peng took his leave.
He was very happy. The profit from the pen was three cents, and the profit from the pen refill was one cent, for a total profit of nine yuan.
The key is having a stable customer.
"Brother Peng?"
Wang Peng looked up and smiled, "Xiao Yu, what are you doing here?"
“My home is nearby,” Sun Yu said with a smile. “This is my cousin; we were just about to go to your house to find you.”
"Haha, what do you want from me?" Wang Peng smiled and nodded to the three strangers.
"What else could I need from you? To buy ballpoint pens, of course!" Sun Yu laughed.
Liu Yu was his classmate, sitting in the row behind him.
Today is his maternal grandmother's 70th birthday. His grandmother is staying at his house, and his uncles and cousins have come to celebrate her birthday.
His cousins took a liking to his ballpoint pens.
Since they had nothing better to do, Sun Yu took his cousins out for a stroll and stopped by Wang Peng's house to buy pens.
Wang Peng turned around and pointed to Hope Bookstore, "Go buy it here. He's my customer. I don't have any merchandise on me."
Sun Yu asked, "Brother Peng, is it expensive?"
"It's not expensive," Wang Peng said with a smile. "It's exactly the same price as mine."
"Alright then. Let's go browse the bookstore. See you later, Peng." Sun Yu waved.
"Goodbye." Wang Peng nodded to them again, then turned and continued running his business.
While retail could generate more profit, it's not necessary at the moment; it can simply be a good omen for Li Xiwang.
It's very gratifying that someone bought ballpoint pens right after I prepared them.
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