Luo Hongyan looked at Tian Chengcheng's little face and liked her from the bottom of her heart.
It's so lovable!
"Fubao, take a look first. If there's one you like and they want a large quantity, I'll go ask. But you have to think carefully, this kind of goods cannot be returned once you buy them. If you can't sell them, they'll just be a waste of money."
Although she knew that they had more than 5,000 yuan, Luo Hongyan knew that the amount was a huge sum for them.
It would be a big trouble if the goods are left on hand and cannot be sold.
So I couldn't help but persuade him.
Tian Chengcheng nodded and walked around the warehouse.
Fu Xinhan followed her and touched the fabrics she had touched.
"Aunt Li, you have experience in looking after the warehouse. Do you know approximately how many kilograms these fabrics weigh?" Tian Chengcheng asked.
Li Caiying actually knew about this.
After receiving the phone call from above, she checked the inventory account book and found a total of 6,500 kilograms of defective products.
Tian Chengcheng looked at Luo Hongyan.
"Aunt Luo, if I want all of them, what's the lowest price? Could you help me ask?"
Luo Hongyan is an accountant by training and is very good at accounting.
"Fubao, six thousand five hundred kilograms, fifty cents per kilogram, that's a total of three thousand two hundred and fifty yuan. Auntie will ask if we can round it up to an even number, but Auntie can't guarantee it."
"Thank you, Aunt Luo." Tian Chengcheng immediately expressed her gratitude.
If you sell cloth that costs fifty cents per pound, you can make at least half the profit, or at least three thousand yuan.
If there were other ways, you would only make more money.
"Fubao, do you really want it? Don't you regret it? Where's Xiaotian?" Luo Hongyan looked at Tian Hengyuan.
Tian Hengyuan is really guilty.
There's no place to put 6,500 kilograms of cloth when we get it back!
He pulled Tian Chengcheng aside and said in a low voice, "Fubao, can we really sell these cloths?"
"Of course I can, uncle. The thing is in our hands, what are you afraid of?" Tian Chengcheng asked back.
"But there's so much cloth, we have no place to put it."
"We have to rent Master Wang's house to store it." Tian Chengcheng said with a smile.
Tian Hengyuan instantly thought of the sticker on the rental house he saw at Master Wang’s house. Fubao asked about it at that time, and he unexpectedly remembered it.
"Uncle, I support Fubao." Fu Xinhan said, "At worst, I can go out and sell it."
"Uncle, a pound of cloth costs about 45 cents, and there are three to five meters of it. Compared to the cloth sold by Grandpa Wang, it's like picking it up for free." Tian Chengcheng counseled.
Tian Hengyuan looked at the two determined little faces, and then thought about the price difference. It was like picking up something for free!
He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then buy it."
Both children have this determination, but it is inappropriate for him, an adult, to be so timid.
Besides, the things are always in hand, so I can sell as much as I can. If I can’t sell them, I can just use them myself.
"Uncle, we will definitely get rich."
Tian Chengcheng's big eyes were full of smiles.
Tian Hengyuan looked at Tian Chengcheng and felt relieved, but he had a doubt in his mind: he always felt that Fubao was completely different from before!
Did he change completely after being kicked out?
Soon, Luo Hongyan brought good news. The factory leaders agreed to sell all the defective products in the warehouse to them for 3,000 yuan, without any complaints!
Tian Hengyuan paid the deposit and agreed to pick up the goods tomorrow.
After saying goodbye to Luo Hongyan, the three of them immediately went to Master Wang to inquire about renting a house.
Master Wang was very happy to see the three people coming back.
"Fubao, have you seen another nice style? Make another one?"
"Grandpa Wang, are you renting out your house? How much per month?" Tian Chengcheng went straight to the point.
Old Wang was stunned, but when he saw Tian Chengcheng, who was obviously a child but was negotiating very seriously like a little adult, he felt very good.
"What's the matter? Are you trying to bargain with me again? What are you renting the house for?" Lao Wang asked with a smile.
"To store the fabric." Tian Chengcheng said.
"Fabric?" Old Wang was stunned.
Tian Chengcheng told the story of buying cloth from the weaving factory.
Lao Wang's eyes widened.
"You bought the cloth from the city weaving factory? Are you kidding me, an old man? Those people with stable jobs never deal with us and look down on us."
"Times change, and so do people. I've always bought defective goods, but I've seen that the quality issues vary. Some are so minor that they don't affect the product at all," Tian Chengcheng said. "Grandpa Wang, can you tell me how much profit you make per foot of cloth?"
"You clever little bastard, I'm not afraid to tell you, business is tough right now. Rich people are buying ready-made clothes at the mall, while poor people are being frugal with their clothes, wearing them year after year. This is forcing me to rent out my house to make a living! Even these fabrics have a 20% profit margin, so I only make 20 cents on every dollar I sell them for."
Tian Chengcheng quickly did a calculation in her mind.
"Grandpa Wang, when that batch of fabric arrives, can I use your space to sell it? I'll set up a shelf outside and sell it. Of course, I won't use your space for nothing. I'll give you a 20% profit. If someone uses the fabric to make clothes, you can keep the labor costs. How about that?"
It is impossible to use other people's space for free, and she doesn't want to make money in the wind and rain.
Tian Chengcheng did not forget that she was now in a book, and making money was like leveling up in a game.
Besides, you will never become rich by making money through your own efforts.
Only by sharing interests with others can there be a future. Of course, this is not a partnership business, but a mutual benefit.
Lao Wang was a little confused for a moment.
But he had a hunch that this was a good thing.
"Fubao, are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's true, Grandpa Wang. Twenty percent is the usage fee for your store! Of course, if we are not around, we would like to trouble Grandpa Wang to look after it for us." Tian Chengcheng said.
"I can definitely take care of it. I'm in the shop all day." Lao Wang's eyes fell on the cloth. "But this cloth is different from other ones. Trust me, only I can do this."
"Trust the people you employ, and don't employ the ones you doubt. Since we've come here, we must trust Grandpa Wang."
Tian Chengcheng has been observing Boss Wang since she arrived here.
The old man arranged his things neatly and the finished products were clearly marked with prices.
At first glance, he is a well-behaved and hardworking person. Old men like him are often stubborn, have their own principles, and disdain to do anything sneaky.
"Hahaha, Fubao is such a smart kid, he even knows the old saying! Okay, let's do this deal. Since 20% is the store usage fee, I can store the fabric here, so I don't have to pay for rent.
Come on, I'll take you to see the house in the back. I'm an old man, not a widower, and I don't have much else but a lot of houses. My wife passed away a few years ago, and I don't have any children, so all the houses are empty."
Tian Chengcheng and the others followed Lao Wang to the backyard.
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