Chapter 23 The Twenty-Third Day of Not Running Away The Twenty-Third Day of Not Running Away...
When Gunzi learned that Chen Bozheng and his group wanted to inspect the goods, he didn't think much of it and readily agreed.
Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan were both busy, so they chose to do it in the evening.
This fits the meaning of "stick" even better.
Around 7 or 8 pm, there were only a few pedestrians on the street, and the streetlights were dim.
Stick led the group to the door of a house near Dashilan, knocked on the door, and after a while, someone came out to open it. "Coming, coming, why are you so late?"
The door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a beer belly, holding a mobile phone, and wearing a gleaming gold necklace around his neck, which was about the size of a thumb.
The middle-aged man looked them up and down.
Stick smiled at him, "Boss Zhou, it's me. I brought a friend to check out the goods."
Boss Zhou said "Oh," opened the door, and let them in. After everyone was inside, he closed the door, picked up his cell phone, and walked in with his beer belly sticking out. "You guys finally came. I was planning to leave if you hadn't come. I've never seen you guys so slow."
The stick looked at Chen Bozheng.
Chen Bo smiled and offered a cigarette to Boss Zhou. "Boss Zhou, I'm sorry, we had a lot of things to do on our end. We accidentally delayed your business."
When Boss Zhou saw that the cigarettes he was offered were Zhonghua brand, he took them. "Never mind, for Gunzi's sake, I won't mind waiting a while. Come in and take a look, the goods are all here."
He pointed to the pile of clothes in the living room that looked like a mountain.
Chen Bozheng and the others were stunned.
Wen Chan looked at Boss Zhou in astonishment, "Why are these clothes just lying here like this?"
Boss Zhou chuckled, “Hey, if it doesn’t fail here, it will fail there. These are the returned and defective goods that the clothing factory received. I bought them all at low prices. Don’t be fooled by these clothes being returned; the quality is just as good, and the styles are great too. If you don’t believe me, just pick up a few pieces and take a look.”
Chen Bozheng, Wen Chan, and the others went over and took one or two items to check.
I must say, these clothes are all quite stylish, and the fabric feels high-quality, unlike ordinary goods.
Wen Chan held an oversized suit jacket in her hand, looked it over from side to side, and tried to see the tag, but found that the tag had been cut off. She turned up the collar, "Where did the tag go?"
Boss Zhou lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke as the embers flickered. "Is that even a question? You're all new here. These clothes were originally meant to be exported overseas, but foreigners have good taste and didn't like them. They returned all the ones that weren't good quality. The clothing factory signed a contract with them, so the labels on these clothes have to be removed. They can't be shown, otherwise it would be illegal."
"So, this batch of clothes was originally intended for export?" Chen Bozheng grasped the key point.
Boss Zhou nodded. "That's obvious. Look at these styles and materials. You can't get this level of quality unless you're exporting overseas. Let me tell you the truth, this batch of goods is easy to sell. You can make money just by reselling it. If it weren't for the trouble I had at home and the urgent need for money, I wouldn't have been willing to sell it."
Stick chimed in, "Boss Zhou has an excellent eye for talent, but Zheng is my brother, we're friends, so you'd better give me a good price."
"Well..." Mr. Zhou was about to speak.
Chen Bo interrupted Boss Zhou, "The price isn't urgent. We haven't decided whether to buy it yet. To be honest, we don't have much money on hand, and we're afraid we won't be able to raise the funds for the goods in a short time."
Boss Zhou was stunned for a moment, then pointed at the stick and said, "Stick, didn't you say your brother is making a lot of money in business lately? Why are you saying this now? Are you guys making fun of me?"
Gunzi's face also showed surprise. He looked at Chen Bozheng and said, "Brother Zheng, are you kidding me? You can't even raise the money for the goods?"
Chen Bo and Wen Chan exchanged a glance.
Wen Chan said, "Boss Zhou is also in business. Do you think Boss Zhou is poor? But all his money is tied up in goods. When he urgently needs money, he has to sell the goods quickly. Our situation is similar. We just recently ordered a batch of goods from Shenzhen on an expedited basis. The payment has already been made, and we really don't have much money left on hand."
"So how much can you all contribute in total?" Boss Zhou asked, his hands on his hips, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his face covered in sweat.
Chen Bozheng said, "We don't have much more. We can manage to scrape together 30,000 or 40,000. But if we need more, we'll have to think of another way."
"Thirty or forty thousand? Are you kidding me?" Boss Zhou laughed angrily, pointing to the mountain of clothes on the ground. "This batch of goods alone is worth at least one hundred thousand yuan. Don't say I'm ripping you off. There are at least five thousand pieces of clothing here. Take this suit, for example. You could sell it for eighty yuan outside, and someone would definitely want it! If I weren't really short of money at home, I would never have let you have this deal!"
“Mr. Zhou, please don’t be anxious. That’s how business works. You start by asking for a price, then you have to haggle.” Wen Chan smiled. “How about this, we go back and discuss it. Once we’ve reached a decision, we’ll come back to you.”
Boss Zhou's face was not good, and he had a sour expression. "Fine, you guys go and discuss it. Don't say I didn't give you a good deal. If you don't want it, there are plenty of other people who will."
Wen Chan then took one or two more pieces of clothing: "Could we take these two pieces of clothing back and examine them? We'll pay for them."
Mr. Zhou paused, a look of hesitation on his face.
Wen Chan said, "It's just two pieces of clothing. You won't refuse, will you? In your words, these clothes were originally intended for export, so the quality is definitely top-notch and we're not afraid of inspections."
Boss Zhou stiffened his neck and said, "Take it, take it, just give me fifty yuan!"
Chen Bo paid the money, Wen Chan took a woven bag to put the clothes in, and the fat man cleverly took it from her.
As they walked out of the courtyard and onto the road, Gunzi's face was dark with anger. He complained, "Brother Zheng, this isn't very fair of you. I kindly introduced you to such a good deal. They're selling their goods for 100,000 yuan, which isn't expensive at all, and you only want to offer 30,000 or 40,000 yuan!"
"Stick, that's not right. Aren't we brothers? Why are you taking their side?" The fat man, carrying his clothes, found the words grating and retorted, "Did they give you anything in return?"
The fat man's words struck a nerve with Gunzi, and a flicker of panic appeared in his eyes. He stiffened his neck and said in a gruff voice, "Bullshit! Do you think I'm that kind of person? I'm just worried that Zheng will miss out on this deal. You've all seen how good those clothes are, and the styles are so new. You can just take them to Xiushui Street and sell them directly. You don't even need to package them. Compared to going to Shenzhen, you'll save on shipping costs. Such a good deal, if you don't want it, there are plenty of other people who will. Zheng, don't you think that makes sense?"
Chen Bozheng said, "You both have a point. We're all brothers, so let's stop arguing."
Stick's face turned bright red. He hesitated to speak, then went back to the tenement and said he was tired and went home.
Chen Bo was instructing the monks to guard the courtyard when he looked at the crowd and asked, "What do you all think of this deal?"
Lin Qingfeng said, "Those clothes are really nice. You can definitely make 100,000 yuan. Besides, most of them are autumn and winter clothes, and it's almost autumn now, so they're in season."
“That’s what I think too,” Liu Yan said. “It’s not unusual for garment factories to sell defective and returned goods at low prices. It’s just that we’re the ones who get this good deal.”
Lin Qingfeng chuckled, "Why can't it be us? Maybe we'll get lucky!"
Liu Yan frowned. "It's not uncommon for a blind cat to stumble upon a dead mouse, but I think this is a bit hard to predict."
"I'm not sure, what do you think is wrong?" Chen Bozheng asked.
Liu Yan gave a wry smile. "I don't know. Maybe those are stolen goods?"
"That's unlikely. In Beijing, if a case like this happened, everyone would know about it by now. How could it be kept secret?" Lin Qingfeng retorted. "Besides, how do you even get goods worth 100,000 yuan? Even if it was stolen, it would still be a major case."
Stealing 80,000 yuan is enough to warrant execution; robbing 100,000 yuan is even more punishable by immediate execution.
"What are you doing?" Chen Bo and the others were discussing when they suddenly realized that Wen Chan had been very quiet.
When they realized this and searched everywhere for Wen Chan, they found her taking scissors and tearing clothes apart on the coffee table next to her.
She was holding a down jacket in her hand. The style looked like that of a well-known sports brand. Boss Zhou had even said the price was too low. Someone would want a jacket like this for 200 yuan.
"Come and take a look." Wen Chan tore open the fabric, and when she saw the cotton inside, she suddenly paused, withdrew her hand, and her face became serious.
Chen Bozheng and the others came over.
Liu Yan, with her sharp eyes, immediately noticed that the down feathers were a bit off in color, slightly yellowish with some dark brown patches. "Why are these down feathers so dirty? No wonder they were returned. Did the duck down not get properly cleaned during the washing process?"
She reached out to grab some to look at, but Wen Chan stopped her.
Wen Chan said, "This isn't because the down wasn't cleaned properly during the washing process. This garment isn't a returned item; it's secondhand."
"Second-hand clothes?" Liu Yan and the others were stunned.
Lin Qingfeng said, "Where did all these secondhand clothes come from? And they all look quite clean and new."
Wen Chan sneered, "There aren't many people in China who recycle secondhand clothes, and the market isn't big. Most people aren't willing to buy clothes that others have worn. But it's different abroad. In other countries, recycling and buying secondhand clothes has already formed an industry chain."
"You mean these are secondhand clothes imported from abroad?" Chen Bozheng realized. "If that's the case, then it makes sense."
“I’m afraid it’s not that simple,” Wen Chan said. “Normally, people would pick through secondhand clothes, but I’m afraid these clothes aren’t so simple. They might be foreign garbage, taken from dead people or found in landfills. Foreign countries don’t want to spend more money to dispose of this garbage, so they import it into our country. But some people are black-hearted and rotten-hearted. For money, they buy them at low prices, clean them, and sell them as new clothes.”
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