Santana returned to Ping'an County and arrived at the Li family's door.
"Mengjiao, we're home." Wang Peng called softly, "Wake up, we're home."
Li Mengjiao was woken up, opened her eyes to look at Wang Peng, closed her eyes and continued to sleep, pouting her little lips.
"Oh dear." Wang Peng said, both amused and exasperated. "I still have to deliver goods. You should go home and sleep."
"My dad went to the south, and my mom hasn't come back from work yet. I didn't take the house key," Li Mengjiao said, yawning.
“Okay, come to my house to rest, or come with me to deliver goods. You can choose one,” Wang Peng said.
"I'm going to rest." Li Mengjiao sat up and rubbed her sleepy eyes.
Wang Peng drove home and drove directly into the yard.
He took out his key, opened the front door, and then opened the east bedroom door. "This is my cousin's room. Go to sleep here, and remember to lock the door from the inside."
"Oh!" Li Mengjiao walked into the east room and slammed the door shut.
Boom...
The whole house was shaking.
"Has this girl taken the wrong medicine?"
Wang Peng shook his head and said to the east room door, "You lock the main room door from the inside, I'm going to deliver the goods."
There was no response.
Not wanting to waste any more time, he went back to his car, organized the delivery list, and drove straight to Hope Bookstore.
beep beep—
He sat in the car and honked the horn.
Passersby turned their heads to look; the 1993 Santana had a remarkably high rate of people turning their heads to look at it.
Li Xiwang stepped outside and said with a smile, "Brother, you're back already?"
"You're back." Wang Peng opened the trunk and took out a stack of notebooks. "Hey bro, can you help me out?"
"Okay." Li Xiwang entered the store carrying his homework.
A few minutes later, all the goods were moved into the store, and the two people checked the goods according to the list.
"This pencil case is nice, how much is it?" Li Xiwang opened the tin pencil case.
The cover features Pigsy carrying his wife, and the inside of the lid is printed with multiplication tables. The sheet metal is thick, and the overall workmanship is very solid.
“One yuan each, very cheap, right?” Wang Peng said with a smile.
Li Xiwang smiled slightly.
This pencil case is better in quality and size than the previous one, and the price is the same.
He bent down to continue selecting.
All the covers related to Journey to the West were picked out, and then a few cartoon animals and characters were also selected.
"How about twenty first?" he asked.
“Okay.” Wang Peng quickly added five more items to the list.
Li Xiwang originally only ordered fifteen.
Li Xiwang picked up a pencil and then took another one from the shelf.
Comparing the two pencils, Wang Peng's is slightly longer than his.
Next, he checked the workbook and plastic triangle ruler, and inspected the quality of various goods according to the list.
Of this batch of goods, some are of better quality than the old ones, some are of comparable quality, but none are of worse quality than the old ones.
The key point is that the price is the same for both new and old products.
"Brother, honesty is the key to doing good business." Li Xiwang gave a thumbs up and laughed, "You deserve to be rich."
"Thank you for your kind words." Wang Peng smiled and took out a calculator from his pocket.
The two brothers carefully calculated the bill, which came to a total of sixty-eight yuan.
Li Xiwang said, "Brother Wang Peng, I won't go to the provincial capital to wholesale stationery anymore. I'll just call you if I run out of stock, okay?"
"No problem, absolutely no problem." Wang Peng was very happy.
From now on, they will be stable customers.
He drove himself to the provincial capital to stock up on goods, and then distributed the goods to distributors by phone, earning the price difference in the middle.
The two brothers chatted for a few more minutes, and then Wang Peng drove to Xiao Guang's convenience store.
"Hehe, I should be the first stationery wholesaler in Ping'an County."
When the car arrived at Xiaoguang Wholesale Store, he got out and greeted the owner, Han Xiaoguang.
Mr. Han's list included fifty large exercise books, seventy small exercise books, ten compasses, fifty plastic rulers, and fifty set squares.
Geometry is taught in both junior high and high school, and it requires tools such as set squares.
After inspecting the goods and confirming the unit price, Boss Han followed Wang Peng to move the goods.
Across the street was a newsstand that mainly sold newspapers, magazines, and other publications. The owner was an old man who would occasionally steal glances at Wang Peng.
Wang Peng also noticed his gaze, but not knowing what he wanted, he didn't bother to strike up a conversation.
At Xiaoguang's convenience store, Han Xiaoguang paid thirty-five yuan for the goods.
"Xiao Peng, if that newsstand buys your goods, don't sell them to him. That old guy is a real nuisance," he said.
Wang Peng laughed, "Brother Guang, I'm in business, how could I not be in business?"
Stationery is not a large item, so there's no need to restrict the number of distributors within a certain radius.
"Brother, if you keep doing this, I won't be able to continue using your goods." Han Xiaoguang said, somewhat unhappy.
"That old guy always competes maliciously. For the same pencil, I sell it for one cent, he sells it for nine cents, I sell it for nine cents, he sells it for eight cents."
"Brother, tell me, isn't this crazy? In the end, neither he nor I made any profit, so we stopped selling that brand of pencils."
At this point, Han Xiaoguang sighed, "That old bastard, why isn't he dead at such an advanced age?"
Wang Peng laughed. Sure enough, rivals are enemies; this has escalated to cursing each other to death.
But he won't listen to only one side of the story.
“Brother Guang, if he really asks me to cooperate, I will cooperate with him once.”
"Of course, I will make it clear to him that if he engages in malicious competition, I will not supply him with goods."
Wang Peng gave a perfunctory reply.
At that moment, a traffic police patrol motorcycle stopped next to the Santana.
The traffic police pointed at the Santana and asked, "Whose car is this?"
"Officer, this is my car." Wang Peng walked out of the store.
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