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Chapter Fifty-Five: Selling Baskets to Make Money

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    The biggest store at the entrance of the messy little street is the Huangjia Bambooware Store.

    Many stores have no sign at all, and this store is regarded as a regular store with a big sign hanging at the door.

    Therefore, Su Youfu, who is honest and trustworthy, only goes to this store when he sells dustpans. The store should be more disciplined in its business.

    For so many years, his dustpan has been sent here directly, and the price is determined by the boss.

    However, the boss is still kind, and the price given to him is higher than that of others. Although Su Youfu is honest, he is not stupid, and he will also inquire about other people's prices.

    In fact, it is normal for the dustpan he made to sell at the boss's place for several times the price, but for such a large shop, the rent of water bills and labor for the shop are all costs, and it is not a charity.

    The boss, Huang Yufeng, is a vigorous and resolute person. This store was passed down from her natal family. Her parents only have two daughters.

    If her younger sister is married, this store has nothing to do with it.

    At this moment, Huang Yufeng looked at the little girl at the door very strangely.

    "Old Su, this is your daughter, she was born really well."

    Su Youfu smiled and nodded, his back was straighter than usual.

    "Hello, Boss Huang." Xiao Qi greeted with a smile.

    "The things you made are very interesting." Huang Yufeng was still a businessman, and she praised the little girl, but her eyes quickly fell on the bamboo bag in her hand, looking over and over again.

    This bag is very delicately made, and there is a cover with a bamboo button tied with hemp rope, which is also convenient to open and close.

    Su Youfu was actually quite nervous, rubbing his hands, standing with his weight on a shoulder pole, and looking at the boss.

    Xiaoqi saw a lot of small bamboo chairs here, moved one behind his father, and let him sit on it. His feet are not good, and walking is more difficult than ordinary people, not to mention carrying things.

    Huang Yufeng was not disturbed at all, and carefully looked at the bamboo baskets, bags and small things that were taken out of the sack one by one, touched them repeatedly with her hands, patted them, and took pictures under the lamp  , watched for seven or eight minutes.

    Su Youfu didn't dare to bother, Xiaoqi was also observing this store, and felt that the street was dirty and messy when he entered this store, but when he walked into this store, although there were many things, the classification was neat and orderly, very refreshing, what do you want?  , which seems to be found soon.

    There is also a large tea table in the innermost place, with a decent purple sand pot, tea set for boiling water, and teacups. The tea table on the table is black and shiny, and it looks like it is often used. There are also some bamboo wares on the table.  Quite good looking.

    There is a toad that looks like it was carved out of a bamboo root, and it is covered with green beads. It hangs there, and it is still swaying when the wind blows.

    Huang Yufeng read it carefully and carefully, and her heart trembled with regret.

    "Old Su, you have this ability, what did you do long ago, how much money can you make by making a dustpan, no matter how expensive the dustpan is, it is for the working people, but these things are bought by rich people.  Idle people." Huang Yufeng said directly.

    Su Youfu sat down to rest for a while, and finally recovered his breath. Hearing what the boss said, he became excited again.

    "I don't know if these can be sold for money, and it's very laborious to make. It's not that the baby is going to college. I don't have enough money, so I just want to try it. What price do you think the boss will charge?"

    Every time Su Youfu came to sell the dustpan, the other party said as much as he wanted, and he didn't know how to bargain, but the price Huang Yufeng gave was fair, and no other house offered a higher price, and it wasn't a big business. Just selling a dustpan was not that bad  complex.

    Although he made new things this time, Su Youfu himself felt that his skills had improved by leaps and bounds, and he suddenly became enlightened, and he was quite satisfied with what he made, but he didn't know if this thing could be sold for money, and if anyone wanted it, in case it was the same price as the dustpan  ItĄŻs not cost-effective to do these things. He stays up late every day to make these things. ItĄŻs really complicated and thought-provoking, but dustpans are much easier to make. Since making bamboo woven bags, I can make two and a half pairs of dustpans a day.  , Now I can make four pairs of dustpans without rest a day, and the efficiency has improved a lot.

    Huang Yufeng didn't answer immediately, but looked at the things in her hand again, frowned slightly, and after thinking for a while, she said: "I'll try to sell it first, I don't know if I can sell it at a higher price,  ItĄŻs easy to sell but not easy to sell. In this way, I think the workmanship of the things you made is very good. It took a lot of effort. IĄŻll give you 150 for the big ones and 100 for the small ones. Leave a phone call and IĄŻll give you if itĄŻs easy to sell.  Call and ask you to make more, if it doesnĄŻt sell well, forget it.Ą±

    There are 7 large and small ones in her hands, 5 large baskets and bags, and 2 small gadgets.

    Su Youfu originally thought that dozens of yuan would be a lot, because the bamboo strips actually used for these things are not as many as a dustpan, but aIt only sells for 15 yuan, which is still after the price increase.

    Here 7 bamboo weaves are sold for 950 yuan, while a load of 20 dustpans is only sold for 300 yuan.

    Su Youfu felt that the price was very fair, and was even pleasantly surprised, which was far beyond expectations.

    However, he has a slow temper. Although he was very pleasantly surprised, he didn't show any special joy, but nodded.

    When Xiao Qi heard the price, she didn't know how high it was. Although she had confidence in her father's craftsmanship, it still depends on the market. Dad is not a famous craftsman, but an ordinary farmer.  It's already pretty good.

    Seventeen-year-old Su Xiaoqi is not good at this, but in my impression, the price of agricultural products is not high, and the same is true for the agricultural and sideline products processed by farmers themselves.

    Su Youfu left the phone number of his neighbor Aunt Liu, who sold everything, came out with a pole, a sack of vegetables, and his daughter, with a solemn expression on his face.

    After walking a long way, away from that street, crossing the road, and passing by the gate of an Industrial and Commercial Bank, Su Youfu suddenly burst out laughing.

    Su Xiaoqi:

    "Dad, Dad!" Su Xiaoqi looked at the strange eyes of the security guard at the bank gate, and tugged at her father's sleeve.

    "Xiaoqi, I just did some calculations along the way. I can make at least two baskets a day, plus a small bag. I can sell three hundred yuan a day, and nine thousand yuan a month. Xiaoqi, you don't have to worry about your tuition fees.  Dad can earn money, and when Dad earns more money, he can rebuild the house, and the collapsed wall at the gate can be built again, and you donĄŻt have to worry about your monthly living expenses in the future.Ą±

    Su Youfu has never been so excited and smug today, his shoulders are straightened up, and his back is no longer hooked.

    "Dad, Dad, don't get too excited. The boss said we need to check the sales volume. What if it doesn't sell?" Although Su Xiaoqi was very happy, she felt that her father was too optimistic.  It's probably sad, it's better to be sober at first.

    "No, your dad and I don't sell things blindly. I've walked through that street. The owner of this store is the easiest to give money, but she sells it well. I saw it outside. She changed hands of our dustpan two or three times.  If she sells it at twice the price, she doesnĄŻt accept it. ItĄŻs not that she accepts everything that comes. If she accepts it, it means that it can be sold. If I accept one hundred and fifty here, she can sell it for at least five or six hundred.Ą±  Su Youfu explained to his daughter.

    Su Xiaoqi thought to herself, Dad looks simple and honest, but actually he is calculating in his heart. It is very typical of the small cunning of farmers in the countryside. Some people don't know how to say it, but it is better to be scheming than stupid than bullying.

    Neither the father nor the daughter felt that there was anything wrong with the boss selling high prices. After all, it was the same with selling things.  It costs one or two yuan a catty.

    At this moment, both father and daughter were very happy, Su Xiaoqi said: "Dad, why don't I buy you a mobile phone too, it's not convenient for us to always go to Grandma Liu's house to make calls." (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel  .com
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