Chapter 124 Another Channel

On the third day after Mona took the sweater away, Tang Yuan heard good news on the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Mona's voice was filled with excitement that could not be concealed. Perhaps because there was no one around her, she was in high spirits throughout the entire conversation.

Tang Yuan wholesaled twenty-one sweaters to her, and she could even resell forty or fifty pieces, making a higher profit than she did even though she paid the cost. This means that Mona could make as much as Tang Yuan made from this batch of sweaters, and she could even make more than her.

Even if there are only a few hundred sweaters, the profits are still high.

However, Tang Yuan was not envious at all. After all, if it weren't for Mona, it would not be easy for her to sell the sweaters she had. The current price was even higher than what she sold in Hong Kong. Why should she be unsatisfied?

The greatest benefit of these sweaters was that they made Mona truly regard her as a friend.

Who says that friends who share interests cannot be considered true friends? As long as the interests can be maintained, such friendship will become closer.

For Tang Yuan, this batch of sweaters is not the main point. She does not expect to make a lot of money from a few hundred sweaters. Even if there are a thousand sweaters, she can only make 20,000 yuan, and these are sweaters that took her nearly half a year to knit.

The other batch of clothes that she was only responsible for "transporting" was the biggest profit. After deducting the cost, she earned 60,000 US dollars from 10,000 pieces of clothing. And that was not all. When Mona's business expanded, she could earn more through Mona's channel.

"Please prepare the 100 sweaters that we promised you," Mona said on the other end of the phone. "I will drive over to pick them up in three days. I can't wait to continue selling sweaters."

High profits always drive people crazy, even if it's just a hundred sweaters and a profit of two or three thousand.

"I've prepared everything and am waiting for you to come over," Tang Yuan replied with a smile, "I'll prepare some more hair bands by then, at least to fill up your car. You can't make a special trip here and only bring back a hundred sweaters."

"I know you will think it through," Mona said with a smile on her face. "Then wait for me."

Tang Yuan: “Okay.”

After hanging up the phone, Tang Yuan chatted with the manager with a smile.

"Are you going to get more goods?" The manager was familiar with her and teased her warmly, "You are smiling so happily, you must have got a lot of goods."

"Not only did she get the goods, she is also my friend," Tang Yuan was more enthusiastic about the female manager than the male manager, "She supported me a lot."

The two chatted for a while until someone came to the door to look at something. Tang Yuan then turned around to entertain the guest and introduced the hair bands and wallets on the stall to the guest.

Three days later, Mona arrived as promised, and just like before, she gave her a warm hug as soon as they met.

Then she started talking non-stop about her sweater sales.

The three words "limited edition" are attractive enough at any time. Mona doesn't even need to do too much introduction. Just let people see the differences in the patterns of all the sweaters, and the customers will take money out of their pockets.

Most of them sold for around forty or fifty dollars, but a few more complex ones even sold for eighty dollars.

This profit is more than three times that of Tangyuan.

Hearing her talk so happily, Tang Yuan felt a little regretful: "It's a pity that I don't have many sweaters on hand. It's a pity that such a good business cannot be expanded."

"Is it really gone?" Mona looked at Tang Yuan with expectant eyes.

Tang Yuan shook his head and gave her the actual number: "We are still weaving it, but this is all we have. It shouldn't be a problem to sell it for a month."

"If I had more, I could sell all of them as sweaters," Mona said seriously, still unwilling to give up, "Can't I just find someone else to knit them?"

"We need to find someone who can knit sweaters. You know, there are people who can knit sweaters, but not many who can knit patterns. And not everyone can sit still and knit sweaters all day long," Tang Yuan said helplessly. "People always hope to find an easy job with a lot of money."

"I thought so too," Mona sighed, "then we can only sell these, but we have to buy more next year so that they can weave for a year."

"I will try to find someone to knit sweaters for me," Tang Yuan said to her. "While selling sweaters, I can also sell some ordinary clothes and make money."

"Yes, we can make money by selling ordinary clothes." Mona admitted that the number of sweaters was small and started to move the clothes with Tang Yuan.

Another business worth several thousand today.

After seeing Mona off, Tang Yuan looked at the empty back seat, went to the driver's seat, and drove to buy food.

Just like before, each family buys 50 or 100 kilograms to avoid attracting attention.

After October and November, the Chinese New Year will soon be here. Oh, and she remembered that December was the time when the reform and opening-up was announced. Although the policy did not mean complete liberalization, the market would indeed become more and more relaxed because of the policy.

Aunt Cao is getting bolder now, and she will probably be happy to accept some orders from the train. For the whole family to have a meal during the New Year, ten or twenty kilograms of food will definitely not be enough, at least thirty or forty kilograms, or fifty or sixty kilograms will be needed.

If one family takes 50 kilograms, ten families would need 500 kilograms. If you add what these ten families bring to their relatives and friends, the amount would have to be double or triple, which means more than 1,000 kilograms of food.

We still need a little more, a few thousand kilograms of inventory.

In addition to Aunt Cao, she has another sales channel.

…

"This is... white flour?"

"Hey, brother, keep your voice down. I bought this with great difficulty," the man said, covering the bag in his hand and looking around. "Luckily no one heard it."

"You are so sneaky, anyone can see that there is something wrong with you. If you don't act like this, who would know that you bought the flour from the black market?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, bro, why are you like this? I told you to stop talking."

"Don't worry, I checked, no one's here. You really have forgotten what you do? You're the first one to go buy flour. Are you crazy?"

"That can't be helped. I've been craving for white flour dumplings for a long time. I don't have a ticket," the man said, with his back against the wall, so he could see everything. "But to be honest, there has been a lot of white flour in the market recently. I tried to find it, but I couldn't find the source. Do you think we should really stop arresting people in the future?"

"What are you catching? Did you go buy them all?" the person who was called brother said unhappily.

"That's two different things. I bought it, but arresting them is another matter. But I never expected that the policy would change so suddenly. Now there's no pressure from the top. When we go out, we don't have to stare at everyone coming and going like we're stalking thieves."

"Hmm... where did you buy the flour?"

"Brother... this is not okay... although... but... we can't do this, fishing law enforcement is required."

"Enough of the nonsense. I'm going to buy two kilograms of flour. My grandma is getting old, so let her eat a few more meals of noodles."

"Hey, brother, why didn't you tell me earlier? Just go to the other end of the alley quietly. Brother, bend your waist a little, or people will turn around and run away when they see you like that."

"Please buy it for me."

"Okay, okay, I'll go."

…

"Eighty kilograms of white flour, and twenty kilograms of refined rice... I don't have any coarse grains. I only have fine grains. How can I give them to you now? Tell me a place and I'll send them to you later."

"Dongzi..."

Sun Dong raised his head, looked at the person walking towards him, then glanced at the person who had already run away, and immediately rolled up the notebook in his hand: "Let's chat here."

"Are we really just chatting?"

"What else? What do you think I have? Arrest me," Sun Dong spread his hands, acting like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water, "But the bag in your hand..."

The man in front of him immediately put away the bag, glanced at him, and quickly left the alley.

Sun Feng squatted down and asked in a low voice: "Dongzi, this guy didn't buy fine grains as well? Isn't this the leader?"

"Then go and catch him," Sun Dong glanced at him and tapped his head with the rolled-up notebook in his hand. "We are doing this ourselves, why are you exposing him?"

"Don't I feel that we are now like grasshoppers tied to the same rope as him?" Sun Feng whispered.

"Did you see him buy it?" Sun Dong glared at him. "That's what Sister Fang said. We have to be careful. They didn't care, but we still went ahead and gave them evidence. Are you crazy?"

"I just saw him suddenly... well, no one else saw him," Sun Feng squatted in the corner, "But Dongzi, you said he was like that, does it mean that the situation will be different in the future? Then can we raise a few more chickens and lay a few more eggs?"

"Let's wait and see. Sister Fang also said to wait and see. See? She didn't ask us to do it so openly." Sun Dong held the notebook in his hand and saw another person coming in. He immediately raised his hand and knocked on Sun Feng, "Quick, go to the entrance of the alley and guard it."

Sun Feng stood up quickly and ran to the entrance of the alley immediately.

Although they did not trade directly here, there were still risks. He had to watch and notify immediately if someone came over, and anyone who had a verbal transaction with Sun Dong could also run away immediately.

The man walked up to Sun Dong and whispered, "I'm hungry and cold, so Old Liu asked me to come."

Sun Dong opened a new page: "You know the rules, how much do you want?"

The man extended a slap.

Sun Dong looked up and said, "Fifty?"

"I want five thousand."

Sun Dong slammed the book shut: "Haha."

"I'm serious," the man said, holding Sun Dong's arm. "I have a truck and can deliver the goods. You pay me five thousand at the normal price. I promise I'm not kidding you. Look at me carefully. We met before, in the alley over there."

Sun Dong narrowed his eyes and looked at the person coming.

The visitor confirmed: "At that time, you mainly sold eggs."

At this time, Sun Dong recognized the appearance of the man in front of him. It was indeed someone he had met in the black market before. Since they were both from the black market, there was more or less some degree of trust between them.

But five thousand was a large number and he could not afford the risk.

"I'm also a matchmaker for others. You know Lao Liu well, and he knows me well too. We should trust each other. You give me the money first, and I'll deliver the goods you want when the time comes," Sun Dong said with narrowed eyes. "Otherwise, I wouldn't dare give you such a large batch of goods if you dare to ask for it."

"Then let's cooperate and get to know each other," the other party was well prepared. After Sun Dong finished speaking, he quickly took out a stack of banknotes and put them in his palm. "It's better to do it early before the New Year. It will be difficult to make money after the New Year."

Sun Dong counted the bills and confirmed that there was no problem. He then opened the notebook and handed it to him: "Write down the delivery address. I'll give it to you the day after tomorrow. You can set a time."

"Three o'clock in the morning?"

"no problem!"