Feng Ye and the others could only apologize.
Tell them honestly that all the dried fish for today is sold out, and ask them to come back tomorrow.
The total weight of all the dried fish varieties is 6375 jin (approximately 368.5 catties).
The prices are based on the wholesale price they sell to vendors: 80 cents for mixed dried fish, 80 cents for dried mackerel, and 1.8 yuan for dried sardines...
Feng Ye initially thought it was just an ordinary vendor and insisted that this was the price, fortunately without scaring the person away.
Of course, if Boss Zeng states the quantity needed as soon as he opens his mouth, then asks to discuss the price.
He certainly wouldn't dare to be so assertive; he'd have to give him some face and offer a discount of a few cents or dimes.
But this means they'll earn several hundred yuan less.
Now, these 6,375 jin of various dried fish have sold for 5,843 yuan.
Dried fish with a wholesale price exceeding one dollar is, after all, a minority.
Most of them are cheap dried fish, such as mackerel, and the average price is less than one yuan.
This Mr. Zeng is incredibly bold, carrying a huge sum of money with him at all times.
He simply pulled out nearly six thousand yuan from his briefcase.
When Feng Ye received the stack of hundred-yuan bills, he couldn't stop smiling.
"Boss Zeng is generous, financially strong, and decisive. He can easily hand over large sums of money without any hesitation."
Mr. Zeng laughed and said, "I was thinking of making things easier, but you can't possibly let me take the dried fish with me, can you?"
How could Feng Ye possibly respond to such a remark? He could only laugh it off to defuse the situation.
He moistened his lips with saliva and began counting the wad of banknotes in his hand.
These banknotes are all brand new, just withdrawn from the bank, without even a crease, and have not yet circulated in the market.
When Boss Zeng took it out just now, the seal was still on.
New banknotes are great; they feel especially comfortable in your hand and have a brand-new feel to them.
The counting process was quite pleasing, producing a clear and melodious sound.
After counting, he folded it up and put it in his pocket.
There's nothing to be reluctant about; it's not like it's the third set of RMB banknotes, so I can keep it and wait for it to appreciate in value.
"The total is 5900 yuan, here's your change of 57... I'll just give you 60 yuan back."
As Feng Ye spoke, he took 60 yuan from today's payment and gave it to Boss Zeng as change.
Mr. Zeng took the money, smiled and nodded: "Next time I need something, I'll call you in advance."
"No problem, Mr. Zeng, you're welcome anytime."
Feng Ye responded with a smile, then suddenly had an idea, "If you have any special needs, such as wanting some other dried fish that I don't have right now, just let me know and I'll try to dry them."
Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Mr. Zeng's eyes: "Oh? Mr. Feng, are you serious?"
"Of course, I will do my best to dry any fish that I can get my hands on for you."
Feng Ye patted his chest, his tone firm, "After all, in business, you have to help each other to make it last."
"Okay, I'll definitely contact you if I need anything."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Feng Ye and his team helped move all the goods outside the market and loaded them onto the truck.
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