Chapter 612: Monkey Spirit
"New?"
When Fu Jingyou brought back the goods from Guangzhou, he didn't take anything too conspicuous, just a few lighters.
Men, and they are all smoking men.
Either matches or lighters, these are necessities.
There are quite a few people smoking in the factory. The workers say they have to be short of money, but it is certain that their financial situation is better off than that of most people.
The electromechanical plant itself has a close connection with industry, and lighters are considered small industrial products, so it is easy for a group of people to study them.
Fu Jingyou said it was new stuff, and the old smokers in the mechanical and electrical factory immediately surrounded him.
Want to see what’s different about this “new product” from the past?
What’s new about it?
Fu Jingyou had completely expected that a group of old smokers would be interested in lighters.
Fu Jingyou handed over the lighter, then took out a few more from his pocket and showed them to them.
He opened the windproof cover and explained in detail the differences between these lighters and the old lighters:
"The lighters we used to use had to be refilled with flint and kerosene every three to five days, and sometimes the kerosene would leak..."
"This one won't."
Fu Jingyou shows the air hole at the bottom of the lighter:
"Although this one also pumps air, it uses liquefied petroleum gas. The hole is as small as a needle tip, so it won't leak. It's safe and convenient to use."
Not only is it safe, but even if you smoke every day, you can use this lighter for half a year without any problems.
It’s not like the old-fashioned lighter, although it’s also easy to use.
But it's like a small toy, which needs to be disassembled and assembled every time. Just moving it back and forth and pouring kerosene into the small metal tube is troublesome enough.
As soon as Fu Jingyou finished his analysis, everyone else nodded in astonishment:
"Yeah, it really is."
Of course, there are also blind students who discovered the highlights.
"Xiao Fu, where did you get this lighter? Are you selling it?"
"I have a classmate in Shanghai. His family is not well off, so he can only find ways to work and study."
Fu Jingyou nodded and explained:
"I saw he was in trouble and thought I'd help him if I could."
He had no intention of gaining sympathy.
It is true that this matter needs a reasonable reason.
Shanghai, like northern Beijing, is a big city.
Although the industry is underdeveloped, each city has its own main development areas and advantages.
Not only did the old smokers not doubt it, they also asked Fu Jingyou how many such lighters he had.
They wanted them all, but were afraid that if others got up, they would not be able to grab them.
"This is a risky thing after all, so I didn't dare take too many. There are only eighteen in total."
Fu Jingyou narrated calmly:
"My classmate said this lighter costs 1.4 yuan over there, so he brought it here and added 1 cent to it, selling it for 1.5 yuan. But when he heard I wanted to give it to a fellow factory worker, he said he wasn't making any money from it, so he kept the price to 1.4 yuan."
It would be nice if it was cheaper, but a bunch of old smokers also remembered what he had just said.
"No, that won't do. You went through all this trouble to bring it here just to earn ten cents, or to help with your studies. I think you shouldn't listen to him. Just listen to us and keep the price of one dollar and fifty cents."
"I agree. I'll take one."
"I want one too!"
"I want one too. Oh, I was in a hurry to leave this morning and didn't bring any money. Xiao Fu, I'll give you the money when I go to work this afternoon. Is that okay?"
"Okay, that's easy to say."
Good things never have trouble selling.
The lighter that Fu Jingyou took out was two cents more expensive than the one sold in the department store.
But it is made of metal and feels heavy in the hand. It also comes with a windproof cover. It not only looks of good quality but also very novel.
A group of old smokers thought it was a good deal, and one wanted one, and that one wanted two.
Some said they wanted to bring it to family, friends, and some wanted all three.
Reselling is risky.
It only takes a cigarette time to finish buying and selling.
Everyone understood each other tacitly and went back to their respective work areas with their things in their pockets to continue working.
No one said much.
Fu Jingyou silently calculated something in his mind while working.
Eighteen lighters that were purchased at 70 cents in the south were sold out in the blink of an eye at the price of 1.5 yuan each.
After deducting the cost, the profit from lighters alone was fourteen yuan and forty cents.
Compared with the monthly salary of 40 yuan for a junior worker in an electromechanical factory, it is indeed quite good.
Fu Jingyou tasted the sweetness, but he was a family-oriented person and always kept his father-in-law's instructions in mind.
At the factory, he only occasionally carried some inconspicuous little gadgets.
Some larger items, such as ready-made clothes, bundles of cloth, etc.
Fu Jingyou didn't plan to sell things that were inconvenient to carry and would be conspicuous if he took them out. He didn't plan to show up frequently or sell them himself.
When he came here for internship classes, he had noticed that in the alley behind the motor factory, a group of black market people would come here to sell food and drinks every noon.
Occasionally, I'll add some other useful things.
What those people value is that factory workers have a stable income and are willing to spend money.
Fu Jingyou focused his attention on this group of people.
After watching silently for several afternoons, he finally selected the right person. Fu Jingyou stepped forward and tactfully revealed the news that he had a batch of good goods.
If you are interested, we can cooperate.
When the person on the other side heard that the things he said included Dacron fabric, he immediately showed great interest.
Although Dacron fabric is expensive, it has always been in short supply in the market.
Last year, a batch of new goods was launched in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, which caused quite a stir.
It is said that a stampede occurred and a young female teacher in her forties died on the spot.
In northern Beijing, summer comes after winter, and Dacron is selling well.
The black market vendor asked excitedly:
"Is there real Dacron? How much is it? How is the quality?"
"The department store sells it for 84 cents a foot, and they need cloth coupons. I don't want coupons, just 1.11 a foot. As for the goods, the quality is fine. If you think it's okay, let's make an appointment and I'll choose a place so we can inspect the goods tomorrow."
The black market vendor frowned and looked at Fu Jingyou scrutinizingly.
No cloth coupons are needed, one yuan and one cent per foot is fine.
If it is really Dacron and there is no problem with the product, it will be easy to copy it and sell it for 1.5 yuan plus cloth coupons.
At this time, anyone who dares to do this job under the nose of the big boss is very shrewd.
After doing some rough calculations in his mind, the black market vendors had nowhere to live and nodded:
"Okay, you decide the time and place."
Fu Jingyou said that he would go to the grocery market in Chongwenmen to check out the goods at 6:30 tomorrow evening.
Fu Jingyou has also worked in the black market and knows what items are easy to sell.
Especially the things he brought back this time, the quality of which had been selected by him, so it was easy to sell them, but it was not convenient for him to participate.
If something is too good, it will easily attract people's attention.
To be on the safe side, it is necessary to send people to view the goods from a distance.
The mechanical and electrical factory closes at 5:30, so it’s okay for him to leave early.
After getting home, I packed up and rode my bike to Chongwenmen.
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