The two Tibetans seemed not interested in clothing, so they walked around and came to the wholesale food area. In front of a shop, they stopped. As soon as the shop owner saw the two, they came out to greet them enthusiastically, and it seemed that it was not the first time they had a deal.

I didn't dare to get too close, and I couldn't hear clearly what the other party said, but Nan Wuwei saw one of the Tibetans take out a list, probably a purchase list, with a stack of money.

The boss took the money and ordered it. He smiled and promoted other foods while preparing the stock.

After the two Tibetans left with all kinds of food, Na Wuwei whispered to Japudao a few times. Japudao went up and talked to the boss, "Boss, let me know something about you."

When the boss saw that he was a young man who was not young, he did not neglect, "Say thia."

"This is how I look. I want to ask you some advice. I want to go to the snowy area to do something and bring something in to see if I can earn the travel expenses back. Do you have any good recommendations?"

In this era, it is still very common to take the Sichuan-Tibet line and take some things over. After all, it is remote, so it is not easy to get in, and logistics is too expensive.

When the boss heard that it was not a big business, but his attitude was still enthusiastic, "Snowy area, where are you going?"

"Bacheng, Kangding."

"You can bring some Shaqima, and some of our specialty rice candies. Frozen rice candies are also fine, and it is suitable for tea."

"Shaqima?"

"Yes, Shaqima, rice candy and sesame paste are easy to sell. I bring a few items and it is easy to sell when I go to the market."

The boss is quite real. If Nan Yi was here, he would not hesitate to bring rice candy and frozen rice candy. These two types should not be suitable for milk tea, whether they are served with them or soaked.

After thinking about it, Na Wuwei thought that this is true, because the snow area is a high-altitude and sweet enough, with soft and glutinous foods like Shaqima will definitely be loved by Tibetans. Moreover, the dietary traditions of the snow area, tsampa and barley noodles, are a bit similar to this one.

After seeing Nan Wuwei's eyes, Gapudao said to the boss: "Boss, please recommend one to me."

The boss picked two packs from the stall. When Nan Wuwei saw it, he packed 30 small bags.

"A bag of 58 is fine, you can bring it in and sell it for 5 yuan per bag, and it can be sold for 6 yuan. How can you get in? Bus or trucks?"

Gepudao asked, "Is there anything special?"

"The bus has to be freighted, and I can't take too much. If you take too much, the owner will not want to take it. You can discuss the truck with the owner. It depends on how much you can bring it." The boss said and took out a Shaqima, 20 packs per piece. "If it is a truck, I suggest you bring one, and I can calculate it for you to get a cheaper one, 1100."

"Make 3 yuan per bag, 90 yuan per bag, and 1,800 yuan per piece. Things in the snow are expensive, so you can make more money by raising the price."

"Boss, where are you going to find a truck?"

"There are many trucks. There are hydropower stations along the Dadu River, transporting coal and pulling cement. You can stop the roadside by yourself. How much do you want? I can ship the freight to you and send it to Ya'an."

"Can you stop a car in Ya'an?"

"Of course, those truck drivers know that there are people who stop cars everywhere on the road. If you bring some Shaqima, it's very easy to stop. Shaqima is light. One layer of coal is only more than one meter high. You can bring twenty or thirty pieces. Just give the driver two or three hundred yuan to get it."

"Uncle, if we want 30 pieces, what price can you give us?" Nan Wuwei no longer asked the Japu Dao to be a melodraft and jumped out from behind and spoke directly.

"This?" the boss asked in confusion as he looked at Japu Dao.

"My boss's son wants to do some business by himself." Japudao explained simply.

"The little boss is really amazing. You started doing business at such a young age. If you want 30 items, I can give you 1,050." The boss doesn't matter how old the person he is in the business, as long as the business can be negotiated, he will still talk to the dog.

“Too expensive, 28,000.”

"No, I can't even get in at this price, 31,000."

The two of them grind their teeth back and forth, and the price reached 30,000 yuan. The boss refused to drop a penny. Nan Wuwei could only pay the price and threw down 1,000 yuan as a deposit for the boss to prepare the stock.

After leaving the shop, not far away, Nan Wuwei saw a bunch of people surrounding a stall selling belts on the roadside. When he walked up, he saw a paper shell on the stall with the words "Famous brand belts, discounted, 8 yuan per person."

The trading scene is very hot, and people often pick up goods from dozens or hundreds of them.

Nan Wuwei picked up one, and his eyes lit up. The belt buckle was automatically buckled. Looking at the seam of the belt, he smelled it again. It was genuine leather, although it was smelly, it was not a good leather.

Nan Wuwei was hesitant and thought that most of the workers working on the construction site buckle canvas belts. The belt buckle is a rectangular metal frame with a roller in the middle, tied tightly with the stress of the canvas strip on the roller. If the belt buckle is broken, you can directly tie a knot. I didn’t see many of them buckle other belts when working, but there were cowhide belts when going out. He didn’t know if this belt is easy to sell in Bacheng.

He had heard from the workers that Bacheng was a poor place, and it was hard to say whether a belt could be sold for more than ten yuan.

"Will Kangding be easy to sell?" Nan Wuwei thought to himself, and turned to look at Chen Ruishi, "Aunt Chen, should Tibetan clothing be buckled?"

"The belts of Tibetan men's clothing are wide woven in red or other colors. They also have beautifully decorated wide belts, with pockets in between, and amulets with Buddha statues are tied without buckles."

"oh."

After hesitating for a moment, Nan Wuwei still approved 20 items, thinking that even if he couldn't sell them, he could take them back to the Rongcheng Night Market to set up a street stall and sell them. He should not be ruined.

The belt was held by Miao Xiaolan, and Nan Wuwei was circling around the market again, and he also approved a lot of children's things, balloons, soybean guns, and many of them were produced by young toy factories.

Young and young people lead the domestic trend of children's toys. As long as they are made of paper, plastic, or metal, they can be put on new products by adjusting the mold. They keep on launching new products. There are no fist products, and they are all fist products. So far, there are only three unsold toys.

It’s just a pity that young and promising has never taken a branding path and has no brand recognition. After all, children just care whether it’s fun or not, who will pay attention to which factory they play and what brand they are playing with?

Wholesalers will not help young Youyi to spread their brand. They are eager to keep the channels tightly and not let others know. The imitation speed is too fast. A hot-selling toy will appear. Within three days, the imitation will be released.

Young Youwei also had a leak in the toy factory. There was a toy that had not been launched yet, but the imitation was launched first. It was a product developed by the students of the junior high school. It was not pulled out from Nan Yi from his memory. There was no possibility that Li Gui would collide with Li Kui.

Since that time, the factory has been completely closed during the production and unmarketed period of the new product. All workers have to eat, drink, defecate and urinate. Whoever has any objection to quit and leave, and can still get more than 600 "screws" work in eight hours. There is almost no other company outside, and it can even be removed. Even if there is one, it is also the "Nanyi Group".

At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Nan Wuwei had already transferred the lotus pond and the goods were completed.

"Aunt Chen, I have an uncle in Rongcheng. I have already agreed to go to his restaurant for dinner tonight. Can you go with me?" After walking out of the lotus pond, Nan Wuwei said to Chen Ruishi.

"You have uncle?"

"It's not my dear uncle, it's my dad's friend."

"Okay, auntie will accompany you."

The uncle Nan Wuwei mentioned is Luo Kun. Six or seven years have passed. Luo Kun is no longer the Luo Kun of the past. He opened a restaurant early and was in a foodie city. With the boletus base in Siguniang Mountain, he could earn more than one million yuan in a year in the early years. After snowballing, his business grew bigger and bigger, and his capital became stronger and stronger. Now he is considered the number one figure in Rongcheng.

It is no longer the same as before, and it is not the gate of the Longmen Formation that is not the small storefront. Luo Kun, who is full of style, looks at the watch from time to time, and then looks at the street facing him, waiting for Nan Wuwei anxiously.
Chapter completed!