With the purchasing system in hand, he is worshipped as a god by international students

Sample tea was delivered.

There are only 3 small packets in total.

Wang Zihao prepared three glass cups, cleaned them in advance, poured the sample tea into the cups, and then added well water heated to 3 degrees.

I saw that in each cup, the dry leaves that were evenly curled up into thin strips similar to melon seeds were slowly rolling up and unfolding under the nourishment of hot water. The dry tea leaves floating on the water surface slowly sank to the bottom of the cup after drinking enough water. As time passed, the tea soup gradually turned into a clear sapphire green color. If you look closely, you will find that the tea soup in each cup does not contain a trace of impurities.

After 2 minutes.

"Boss Qiu, would you like to have a taste?" Wang Zihao made a gesture of invitation.

To the naked eye, the tea leaves in each cup are of different sizes.

Maybe because I have tasted so many, I can tell the difference between the three cups of tea just from their fragrance, aroma and shape.

Qiu Ling pointed at the glass in the middle and said, "This should be a premium tea." He glanced to the left and right, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The one on the left is first-grade tea, and the one on the right is second-grade tea."

Thinking back to the box of tea that Yuan Fang had given her, she quickly realized the grade of the fine tea.

Wang Zihao showed a gratified expression, "Yes, you guessed right."

“As a tea merchant, first you have to understand tea, and second you have to be able to taste tea.”

As soon as he stuck out his butt, Yuan Fang knew what his good brother was going to say.

"Well, tell me the price!" He decisively interrupted his brother's desire to teach, because he knew that this lecture would take at least 3 hours, and Qiu Ling was not here to listen to the tea encyclopedia.

Wang Zihao smacked his lips, looking a little unsatisfied. "Okay, okay, the premium tea is 1200 yuan per catty, the first-grade tea is 600 yuan per catty, and the second-grade tea is 250 yuan per catty."

Yuan Fangchong showed an expression that said "you are really good friends".

Qiu Ling looked at Yuan Fang strangely, "I remember you showed me your company's quotation sheet before. The special-grade tea before the rain was only 800 per catty, and the first-grade tea was only 400 per catty. How come the purchase price of the first-grade tea here is 600?"

"Um, this..." Yuan Fang laughed awkwardly, "The boss of the company did some weird things to make money, oh, you don't have to care about it.

In short, everything is based on the price here! ”

As the saying goes, don't employ a person you doubt, and don't doubt a person you employ. Qiu Ling chose to trust him.

"Okay." Qiu Ling said excitedly, "I didn't expect your business to be so profitable!"

At the beginning, the box of tea that Yuan Fang gave her was sold at a market price of 2500 yuan per catty.

but!

The purchase price of the fine tea is only 1200 yuan!

Yuan Fang's company sold it for 2500 yuan, making a net profit of 1300 yuan? !

Hiss~ Such profits would make even a fool excited!

Yuan Fang shrugged helplessly, "Market prices are like this, you can sell high, but you can't sell low, otherwise you will destroy the market.

It’s mainly because of the production area. Qishan Village is one of the core production areas, which forms a strong watershed with ordinary areas. The high-quality Lu’an Guapian from other areas can only be sold at a price of 500 yuan per catty at most, but the one from Qishan Village can be sold for 1500 yuan per catty. This is the difference.”

Qiu Ling took a deep breath and asked, "How much does the premium Lu'an Guapian sell for?"

Wang Zihao said calmly: "We can only harvest a few dozen kilograms every year, at most a few hundred kilograms, and most of them are given away or kept for ourselves to drink.

It’s not worth selling, the market price is only about 5000 yuan per catty.”

That’s it?

Excuse me?

2005 yuan in 5000!

Even in the future, not every worker can earn 5000 yuan a month...

It is really poverty that limits imagination.

"In my factory, the starting price of fine tea sold to other tea merchants is 1500 yuan. Grade one tea sells for 800 yuan, and grade two tea sells for 400 yuan. Because you were introduced by my good brother, I'm giving you a bargain price!" He emphasized the three words "good brother".

He couldn't help but roll his eyes when he thought of Yuan Fang shamelessly pestering him.

Yuan Fang was satisfied and said to Qiu Ling with a smile: "This price is very affordable. I can guarantee that he definitely didn't rip you off!"

Having said that, Wang Zihao definitely made a profit.

It’s just a matter of whether you earn more or less.

But no matter how much, even if it was just a discount of 1 dollar, Qiu Ling was very grateful, after all, Wang Zihao didn't owe her anything.

She said sincerely: "Thank you!"

"In addition to 200 kilograms of premium tea, I want 5 kilograms of first-grade tea, and I don't want second-grade tea." From the taste alone, the gap between first-grade and second-grade is quite big...

Ok.

The key point is that she has to go to several places next and she is afraid that she will not have enough money!

Wang Zihao shook his head. "We don't have much first-grade tea in stock, and we have to leave some for other tea merchants who come from afar. I can give you 2 kilograms at most."

2 thousand kilograms?

"It's too little..." After making such a great trip here, I only brought this little bit back, not even enough to satisfy the appetite of the netizen who jumped up.

"It's okay." Wang Zihao was not panicked at all. "I'll take you to other tea gardens in the village this afternoon. Maybe we can pick a few thousand kilograms more."

"That'll be troublesome!"

"..."

After paying the deposit, Qiu Ling and Wang Zihao signed the sales contract.

It happened to be lunch time.

When the workers got off work, they swarmed towards the canteen.

Wang Zihao retracted his gaze and looked at Qiu Ling: "There is no one to cook at my house, so I'm sorry that you have to eat in the cafeteria with us at noon."

"It's okay, the cafeteria is fine."

Wang Zihao led Qiu Ling and Yuan Fang downstairs and followed the crowd towards the white bungalow not far away.

The canteen is quite large, and the workers line up in an orderly manner with their trays to get their meals.

In addition to the hall outside, there are countless small private rooms here, which should be prepared for tea merchants who come to buy tea.

They entered one of the rooms. The air conditioner in the room was on. When it was turned on, the noise and stuffiness outside were immediately blocked out. On the large round table that could accommodate 10 people, there were four dishes, a soup and a pot of rice.

Qiu Ling thought that she was like the workers, serving herself meals with a tray, but it turned out to be a special kitchen.

"I originally wanted to make a hanging pot dish, but it's too hot." After sitting down, Wang Zihao pointed to the table in front of him and introduced it, "But the dishes on the table are all authentic specialties of our Lu'an City. I wonder if they suit your taste."

Qiu Ling glanced at the table and said calmly: "It's okay, I'm not picky."

When out and about and someone else is treating her, Qiu Ling isn't that pretentious.

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry that I can eat a cow!" Yuan Fang picked up the small bowl on the table and said with a little disdain, "Where's my royal bowl? This bowl is too small, it's as unnecessary as taking off your pants to fart."

Wang Zihao helplessly asked someone to bring Yuan Fang the special bowl for eating when he came here.

It is a large bowl for noodles.

Yuan Fang took it with great joy, poured the rice in the basin into the large bowl, and pressed it again and again.

As I sat down and was about to eat, I met Qiu Ling's gaze.

His mind suddenly jumped and he handed the bowl forward, "Here you go."

Wang Zihao was speechless.

Such a big bowl of rice, do you think it is for feeding pigs?

How can a little girl finish it?

But Qiu Ling is not an ordinary little girl.

She is in the second class.

She ate up the entire bowl of rice, not even a grain was left. Not only that, but all five dishes on the table went into the stomachs of three people.

Wang Zihao was embarrassed because he clearly asked the chef to prepare enough food for five people.

Of course, he always knew that Yuan Fang had a big appetite.

But he didn't know that Qiu Ling could do the job of two people at once.

It’s a good thing, at least it’s a clean plate campaign and there’s no waste at all!

After dinner, the three of them returned to the office to drink tea and recharge their batteries.

I was feeling a little sleepy, but after drinking a cup of premium Lu'an Guapian tea, I instantly felt refreshed.

Eat well and keep working!