"Yes, yes, what I said is right. Please come this way." The man smiled flatteringly.
Soon, Cheng Fangyi and Su Qing were respectfully invited into a courtyard.
"Master, please sit down. Haozi, make some tea."
Cheng Fangyi sat down lazily, with one hand on the back of the chair, half leaning back in the chair leisurely.
Su Qingze tactfully pinched Cheng Fangyi's arm and asked in a deep voice, "Master Jia, is this strength acceptable?"
Cheng Fangyi was terrified, his body stiff, and after a long time he replied, "Yeah, it's okay."
Su Qing's cold fingertips wandered over his body, making his heart tremble.
But he still had to pretend nothing happened.
Not long after, a pot-bellied, bald old man ran in.
Seeing Cheng Fangyi sitting in the main seat, a hint of displeasure flashed across his face.
But when he thought of the wealth he was about to get, he put aside his grudge and said, "Master, is it you who wants the goods?"
"Are you the one in charge?" Cheng Fangyi looked the old man up and down, with a look that said, "Why don't you believe it?"
Cheng Fangyi's gaze made the old man feel insulted.
I saw him unconfidently smoothing the hair on both sides to his shiny forehead.
He cleared his throat with a cough and said, "Yes, I am the manager here. May I ask how much goods you want? If you want a lot, I will go to other places to get some."
"How many do you have?" Cheng Fangyi asked.
"Master, it's really inconvenient to disclose this. Just tell me how much you want. I'm afraid it's too much for you to take with you." The steward happily poured tea for Cheng Fangyi. "Master, the fact that you came here shows that you trust us. In that case, let's be more relaxed. How much do you want? Just ask."
"What do you mean by a simple sentence? How much stock do you have is also a simple matter of a sentence. Why don't you tell me? I don't think you are sincere. Master, forget it. Let's find someone else."
Su Qing threw the teacup, and the scalding tea spilled onto the back of the steward's hand.
The steward cried out in pain.
Upon hearing the noise, the men immediately surrounded Cheng Fangyi and Su Qing.
Cheng Fangyi loaded the wooden magazine slowly and unhurriedly. His aloof face, eyes as cold as the stars in the winter night, and icy gaze revealed an irresistible aura of arrogance.
Seeing the real thing, the manager immediately bowed and nodded in apology, "Sir, that's not what I meant. You are a magnanimous person, please don't argue with me."
Then he yelled at the group of his men who were standing there indifferently, "What are you doing here, a bunch of idiots? Disperse, disperse! Can't you see that the air is not flowing smoothly and I'm in a bad mood?"
"Master, let's put it this way. I'll give you the lowest price for whatever you want, one pack, this amount." The manager raised a finger and said.
"Ten yuan a pack? Or one hundred yuan a pack? We are straightforward people and we don't speak in secret." Cheng Fangyi's sarcastic tone was like a knife, piercing the manager's heart deeply.
Damn, his face almost fell to the ground for a few taels of silver.
If he didn't have elderly parents and young children to take care of, making it inconvenient for him to go to other provinces and cities to run orders like other young people, he wouldn't have to stay here and suffer and have to look at other people's faces.
Just wait and see until they get out of this black market. If he doesn't teach them a lesson, he will be unworthy of his title as the manager.
"One hundred per pack, the lowest price, sir. I've shown my sincerity. Now it's up to you." said the manager.
"Haha, your sincerity is really bad." Cheng Fangyi took out two more bags of white powder from his pocket. "Look, I bought them a few days ago, fifty yuan a bag. My friend tried them and said the quality was good. He asked me to buy more and sell them back in Haishi, so I came again. I sincerely want to do business with you, but you treat me like a sucker and raise the price. Is that reasonable?"
It’s one hundred yuan a pack, it’s all because of him being spoiled.
He wouldn't even want this thing even if it was given to him for free.
The manager lied calmly, "Sir, you don't know, there aren't many of these left. There are only about a hundred or eighty packs left. I gave you a very reasonable price."
Half true, half false.
The price is ridiculously high, but stock is really running low.
Because of Hou Guangzhi's intervention, the authorities set up several more lines of defense at various entry and exit checkpoints.
Foreign goods are delayed in arriving.
Now you are lucky to be able to buy goods.
"Really? Then what about the goods in the quantity I want? Do you have it?" Cheng Fangyi raised his eyes.
Su Qing placed a suitcase on the table and took out the money inside.
No more, no less, exactly one hundred thousand.
The manager's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to pounce on him.
"Yes, yes, we have whatever you want. Please give me some time and I will get some goods." The manager excitedly sent his men to deliver the message.
Cheng Fangyi sneered, "Didn't they say they were out of stock? Now they're back?"
Humph! This ability to adapt to the situation is comparable to Guizi's.
"If you want the goods, how can I say I don't have them? Even if I don't have them, I will run all over Beining to get them for you." The manager said flatteringly.
"But what should I do if I don't want to wait too long? Half an hour at most. If it's not enough, I won't do it." Cheng Fangyi took the manicure and slowly began to do his manicure.
The steward replied, "If we can get enough, we can definitely get enough. I'll go get the goods right away. Please wait a moment, sir. Haozi, bring me some wine and peanuts, and call Chunhua and Xiahua to have a drink with me."
As soon as the steward finished speaking, Su Qing looked at Cheng Fangyi's reaction jokingly.
Cheng Fangyi suddenly felt a burning sensation on his back. He knew without looking back that it must be his wife looking at him.
So he quickly retorted, "No, I'm a germaphobe. I won't touch any other women except my wife." Seeing the steward's pale face and exhausted appearance, he must have picked too many flowers. Then Cheng Fangyi said, "Your person, I'll leave it to you."
Humph! What else can his son do besides recruiting a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp to work around him?
The steward smiled awkwardly and said, "Sir, you're joking. I'm already in my fifties or sixties. How can I have the same ability as you? I just want to earn some hard-earned money so that I can go home and enjoy my retirement in a few years."
Su Qing cursed the manager fiercely in his heart.
He earned his money through hard work!!!
It’s obviously the hard-earned money of the working people!
You still have the nerve to say that you want to enjoy your old age.
How many people have been busy all their lives because of these harmful things, but in the end they did nothing.
"The sword is still sharp, it can still be used after a little polishing." Cheng Fangyi put his legs on the edge of the table. "While you were chatting, two minutes have passed, and the opportunity to make a fortune has been handed to you. Don't blame me if you can't seize it."
Cheng Fangyi's servile tone brought the character of a cynical playboy to life.
The manager looked at the box full of money and didn't dare to refute a word. He could only urge his subordinates to move faster.
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