After the watermelon cart left.
Zuo Ling greeted Lao Hong:
"Uncle, eat some watermelon first, then unload the goods."
Old Hong was afraid that if he slacked off, the helper would be too tired to work, so he kept saying no.
Seeing that Lao Hong didn't seem to be making a pretense, he said:
"When you leave, each of you take one to eat at home."
"Okay, okay, thank you in advance, young lady."
Old Hong had people unload the oil first. After unloading, he drove the truck to the ground to count the total.
Before the inventory was finished, Lao He's truck arrived.
I initially thought 10,000 square meters was quite large, but with so many items, it suddenly felt small.
Fortunately, there were no buildings around and the yard was large, which provided some cover.
It took Lao Hong more than an hour to finish checking the goods.
Before leaving, Zuo Ling gave each of the helpers who came with Lao Hong a large watermelon, and Lao Hong gave him two.
The item wasn't expensive; it was the thought that counted.
Old Hong beamed with joy, and the young woman was so generous and understanding; she really gave Old Hong face. They're a good match!
Old He was watching from the side, and Zuo Ling quickly brought out a few people for Old He based on their numbers.
Similarly, there was one helper and two for Lao He.
Old He laughed heartily and said in a loud voice to the helpers, "The girl gave us watermelons, so get the work done quickly."
I bought it at the wholesale price from Zuo Ling, it was cheap. If you buy it retail, a watermelon costs tens of yuan.
The helper was in a good mood after getting the watermelon. He weighed, counted, and unloaded it, finishing the job in less time than Lao Hong.
After everyone had left, looking at the warehouse that was completely full, Zuo Ling felt both joy and frustration.
Lacking experience, she was too insensitive to quantity, weight, and volume.
There are no shelves; the goods that arrived today have almost filled the warehouse.
The watermelon delivery guy will be here soon, so Zuo Ling put all of Lao He's goods into her spatial storage.
Old Hong only received a small portion of the goods, fearing that the same two people would still be delivering the watermelons, and that a large shortage would give him away.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, I wandered around and made sure that no one was nearby before feeling relieved.
More than an hour later, the watermelon delivery arrived.
Two 9.6-meter-long vehicles were followed by a small van.
The melon farmer came along, and his face was all smiles as soon as he arrived:
"Miss, you need it urgently. We rushed as fast as we could and finally managed to get the right amount."
It was past 10 p.m., and the melon farmer hadn't expected it to take this long. Afraid that Zuo Ling was getting impatient, he quickly explained.
"Thank you all for your hard work. You haven't eaten yet, have you?"
Luckily you arrived late, otherwise, we would have been exposed.
The melon farmer wiped the sweat from his brow: "I didn't even have time to eat. I worked through the night to get all the goods you wanted ready."
Using the trunk as cover, he pulled out a large bag of sugar triangles from inside the compartment:
"Let's eat something to tide us over before we count."
The melon farmer was very surprised and kept thanking him. He then told the driver and the person accompanying him to each receive a few melons.
Everyone was starving, and the orders came in a rush, so no one had time to eat anything; they ate one bite at a time.
Zuo Ling opened a watermelon: "Come on, come on, have a few slices of watermelon to quench your thirst."
Old He kept his word and gave Zuo Ling two pig-slaughtering knives, two boning knives, and a chopping axe.
Perfect timing, let's test the sharpness of the butcher knife.
The watermelon farmer, who had grown watermelons his whole life, was moved to tears by the first time someone had invited him to eat watermelons.
"Thank you, young lady, thank you, young lady."
Seeing Zuo Ling using a butcher's knife to open a watermelon, he happened to have a watermelon knife in his car, so he returned the favor and gave Zuo Ling a watermelon knife.
Weighing, including the first truckload, the total was 136,200 jin (63,600 kg), at 0.85 yuan per jin, for a total of 115,770 yuan.
The melon farmer waved his hand and said, "I already gave you 50,000, so just give me another 65,000. I'll waive the change."
The girl is so generous; we can't let her look down on us.
Business is going well and everyone is happy.
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