I have a dropshipping station

Chapter 129

At this price, they usually have to get ready at four or five o'clock when the sky is bright, carry a load and a basket, and walk more than ten miles of dirt roads to the town to set up a stall in order to sell them.

Since they had already made various plans from the beginning, when Chen Mo's price moved their hearts, the first person who wanted to eat crabs came out.

An old lady with silver-white hair, carrying a vegetable basket, just came back from the field in a leisurely manner. Seeing her staggering appearance, her ears are very good.After Chen Mo quoted the price, the aunt ran towards him quickly without even thinking about it. At this speed, Chen Mo was worried, lest the aunt would accidentally fall in front of him. If so, what is the difference between him and a sinner.

"Ma'am, walk slowly, I won't run!" Chen Mo shouted helplessly on the spot, using the only Ninghai dialect he knew, hoping that this aunt would slow down a little, and he would never run away. Don't run like this again.

"You boy, what are you talking about? The aunt grew up in the fields, and she could still fall on the ridge." The aunt was immediately happy to hear Chen Mo speak the dialect, although Chen Mo's pronunciation was not the same. It's very standard. The children who grew up in the city all speak Mandarin, so it's a bit lacking in meaning, but she still understands it.

People who speak in one dialect are naturally closer. She looked at Chen Mo as if she was looking at her own nephew and complained a few words.

Chen Mohan laughed twice, as simple as he could be, and he rubbed his hands: "Isn't it because I'm afraid that you will fall if you run too fast, ma'am?"

He didn't know how fierce this aunt was. Listening to this aunt's complaints, Chen Mo could only accept it with a smile. Anyway, letting this aunt complain a few words would be a piece of meat.

Seeing Chen Mo's good temper, the aunt was embarrassed to continue talking. In fact, it can't be said that it is wrong for people to care about her. She complained so much, but it made her unreasonable.

"You said just now that potatoes cost [-] cents a catty, right?" The aunt finally remembered something serious.

Chen Mo nodded: "Yes, aunt, do you have it?"

"Then you here, did you give cash?" The aunt glanced at Chen Mo's too young face, still somewhat suspicious in her heart.

After all, Chen Mo looks too young. Can a person who looks so immature really be able to do business?This is also the reason why many villagers are suspicious.

Chen Mo patted his pocket: "It's all cash, after weighing, the goods are fine, give me the money immediately."

"Ma'am, do you have potatoes at home?" Chen Mo recalled the tone in which the aunt spoke to him just now, and asked her if she wanted to sell something.

"Hey, which one doesn't have any? I just harvested two hundred catties of potatoes from the field last week, and the cellar can't hold them all. I'm worried, so I'll bring them here for you." The aunt said excitedly. After leaving, her footsteps were so fast that the people around her were dumbfounded. With such agility, she didn't look like an old man with silver hair.

But looking at it this way, their minds became active, and even such an old man was moved after hearing Chen Mo's purchase price.Doesn't this mean that the price given by Chen Mo is still very fair, after all, after living for such a long time, they really have eaten more salt than they have eaten.

But the villagers still held their breath. They continued to sit on the stone in silence, but there were far fewer people talking and laughing than before.

Most people were looking at Chen Mo's car. How much cargo could the tricycle driven by Chen Mo carry?
Can it weigh a thousand catties?
If you don't even have a thousand catties, wouldn't it be enough to sell four or five people?

Some shrewd ones couldn't sit still at this time, stood up quietly, and went to their own homes, obviously planning to seize this time and opportunity quickly and go home to get food.

"Hey young man, I brought all the potatoes from my house. There must be 150 catties here." The silver-haired aunt dragged a large bag of snakeskin bags and handed them to Chen Mo for him to weigh on the scale.

Chen Mo nodded. Although the other party took a bit too much, since the other party was the first to eat crabs, he didn't mind taking it all.

Anyway, even if it was [-] cents, he would still make some money when he took it back, but there were too many potatoes, which took up a bit of space.

"Okay, eighty-five kilograms, here is 32 yuan and twenty cents, you order it." Chen Mo counted out three ten-yuan bills, two ten-dollar bills, and two ten-dollar bills from his pocket with a little rustiness. Zhang Du stuffed it into the old woman's hand.

"Hey, that's right, are you coming to collect it tomorrow? I still have some chickens, ducks and geese at home, do you want it?" The aunt happily counted the banknotes in her palm, then nodded, remembering that there were no money at home. For something, he raised his head and asked Chen Mo.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm here. I may not be able to accept so many other things for the time being. If the situation is good, next month, I should be able to accept it next month."

Chen Mo is a little embarrassed. He actually wants to collect it. Poultry is definitely more profitable than vegetables, but with the little money in his hand, there is no way to collect a few catties of meat. At present, he should pile up as much as possible, and put the vegetables together. After collecting enough and earning a certain amount of capital, consider collecting poultry.

"Okay, young man, your scale is fair, so I'll keep it for you. Next time you come, I'll sell it to you." The aunt was very pleased with Chen Mo. Just now, Chen Mo's weight was not weighed on the scale. The extra few cents were given to her, which made her feel very happy.

Chen Mo scratched his head. He didn't know what to say, so he could only raise his face and smile. He was interrupted by others before he could finish talking with the aunt.

"Okay, auntie, I still have something to sell. Carrots, look, I just picked them from the field, and they still have dirt on them." The middle-aged man had a shrewd businessman. Chen Mo shook his head when he saw that the root of the carrot was still stained with a large piece of dirt: "Clean up all your dirt first, or I won't accept it."

"You young man, why are you still talking about things like this? I sent it to the town, and everyone was willing to take it. Why didn't you want it? Are you here to trick us?"

When the middle-aged man opened his mouth and was about to go online for Chen Mo, the aunt who had just sold [-] kilograms of potatoes at Chen Mo's place got angry, and slapped the middle-aged man away: "Damn, who are you talking about? , I think this guy is pretty good, he is not short of catties, and he is still giving you cash. If you are not satisfied with anything, don't come here to sell it, just make trouble."

(End of this chapter)