Chapter 13: Completely Sold Out Crazy

"Chen Yansen, are... are you sure it's here?"

Wang Zihao stood on the empty ground at the entrance of the patrol station, his expression panicked, his hands nervously clutching his trouser pockets.

Every strange glance thrown by passersby burned him like fire, making him feel utterly uncomfortable all over.

"Stop wasting words, get to work!"

Chen Yansen understood in his heart that given Wang Zihao's current life experience and psychological quality, it would be hard for him to be as unreserved as Chen Yansen.

He had no time to wait for Wang Zihao to adapt slowly; sometimes the greater the pressure, the faster one grows, just like a spring—the greater the pressure, the higher it rebounds.

"O-okay."

Wang Zihao gritted his teeth, looking as if he had accepted his fate, and carried a set of folding tables and chairs out of the trunk, assembling them together with Chen Yansen.

Huang Boxiang helped unload the goods on the side, while Wang Ziyan was responsible for slowly unfolding a Morandi-colored square cloth, laying it flat on the table, and then neatly arranging black, white, and silver MP3s and MP4s in order.

The four of them busy at work immediately attracted the attention of passersby, who couldn't help but stop and start guessing wildly.

"These guys really have guts!"

"Awesome!"

"Are they playing 'darkness under the lamp'? Do they really think the most dangerous place is the safest?"

An old man smoking a pipe gave up on strolling the big market entirely, plopped down on the stone pillar opposite, and decided to watch some fun.

"Young man, why are you setting up a stall here?"

Among the crowd watching the fun, many were warm-hearted; after watching for a moment, unable to resist their curiosity, they asked Chen Yansen.

"Fewer people."

Chen Yansen answered concisely and decisively; the moment his words fell, he immediately went back to busy work with his hands.

"This is a patrol station; how can they let you set up a stall?"

"The young man looks good, but unfortunately his brain doesn't work."

"Just wait; someone will come to drive them away soon, and who knows, they might even have to pay another fine!"

Passersby pointed and talked, their faces showing expressions of schadenfreude.

Chen Yansen acted like nothing was wrong, busying himself regardless; from the material box, he successively pulled out a thick stack of promotional posters, two roll-up banners, and a change box, then fished out a megaphone and, as if no one else existed, "Hello, hello, hello," obviously testing the microphone volume.

Ten minutes later, the exhibition stand began to take shape.

On a two-meter-wide folding table, MP3s and MP4s were piled high, with a roll-up banner display stand standing on each side.

On the left was "Must-grab at the market! Meimo clearance huge sale!"; on the right was "Factory direct sales! Free Bluetooth earphones!"

In the front sat a huge printed poster, with only the words "Lanmo MP3 (with wired earphones) crazy grab price: 49 yuan!" and "Lanmo MP4 (with Bluetooth earphones) crazy grab price: 199 yuan!"

The font was bigger than a washbasin; even the aunties across the street could see it clearly.

"Haozi, start work!"

Chen Yansen held the megaphone and said with full confidence.

"N-no problem, I'm ready."

Wang Zihao took a deep breath, trying his best to control his body, but his two legs still couldn't help trembling slightly, and his lips were bitten white.

Wang Ziyan, the youngest, was full of smiles, with not a shred of nervousness.

"No wonder she's the youngest CEO in Asia for Mo Gen Datong; Wang Zihao's dog brain can't compare to hers at all."

Chen Yansen saw all this and couldn't help but silently complain.

"Come, come, come! Uncles and aunts from Chongqiao, handsome guys and beautiful girls, all look over here!"

Chen Yansen grinned and shouted loudly into the megaphone.

Passersby instantly looked over in unison; some young people interested in MP3s and MP4s immediately swarmed up.

A dense circle upon circle, at least two or three hundred people.

Seeing this, Wang Zihao's thighs shook even more violently.

"Hello everyone, we are staff from Yangcheng Meimo Electronics Factory; today we came to Chongqiao Town mainly to bring benefits to the folks!"

"MP3 music players originally priced at 290, 390, and 490 are all today a single price, 49 yuan clearance huge sale!"

"Data cables, earphones, storage bags, all free!"

"Cabbage price! Cabbage price! MP4s originally priced at 690, 890, and 990 are today only 199; can listen to songs and watch plays, battery super durable, limited to 100 units for the whole venue! First come, first served!"

"Buy an MP4 for your son, learn English listening on the go! Prepare an MP3 for your daughter, listen to songs while morning jogging with energy! Bring one for mom and dad, enjoy opera and crosstalk every day!"

Chen Yansen opened his mouth, and various advertising little phrases came to hand effortlessly, like a spring eye, impossible to block.

After all, in his previous life, President Chen was best at training female streamers, so he naturally knew these sales techniques inside out.

Huang Boxiang, who had originally harbored doubts about his identity, hearing his fluent speech, immediately had all doubts vanish.

"This MP3 thing, I remember it sells for two or three hundred in the county?"

"So cheap, there must be a catch!"

"Since they dare to sell at the patrol station entrance, it shows they are confident in their product quality!"

"199 isn't expensive; my daughter has been clamoring to buy one!"

"Who cares! An MP3 is only 49 yuan; at worst, eat a few fewer bowls of beef soup!"

Potential customers moved by Chen Yansen immediately whispered among themselves.

In the last three to five years, as Chinese music reached its final peak, MP3s and MP4s were extremely popular in middle school campuses, and everyone was familiar with their prices.

Compared with the digital stores in the county, Chen Yansen's quoted prices were undoubtedly filled with great discount power.

"This big brother is right! Selling for only the price of a barbecue meal, market special 49! Miss today, wait another year!"

"Try on site; if not satisfied, no payment!"

Chen Yansen added, especially that phrase "if not satisfied, no payment," which completely shattered everyone's concerns.

"Young man, give me one! I want the white earphones!"

"If I buy two MP4s, can you throw in an extra Bluetooth earphone?"

"The workmanship is really nice—the quality's even better than the one I bought for over four hundred before!"

"Hey hey hey, don't snatch it! I got my hands on it first!"

The crowd of onlookers packed the display booth so tight not a drop could trickle through, the constant urging of "last 100 units!" ringing in everyone's ears; they could hold back no longer, waving bills in their hands, scrambling to pick theirs out in a panic, terrified of missing out.

"That's it?"

Wang Zihao stared wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief; he had imagined all kinds of possibilities, yet never expected the business could be so good it had people fighting to grab them.

"Learn well—the market day after tomorrow, you'll have to do it yourself!"

Chen Yansen snickered, teasing him with a playful look.

At the same time, he also knew that once 4G networks were fully rolled out, smartphones and mobile internet became widespread, and the information gap shrank, a money-making method like this would never appear again.

"Me? You must be joking, old man. How could I possibly manage?"

Wang Zihao pointed at himself, repeatedly confirming in disbelief, his head shaking like a rattle-drum.

"What, you plan to rely on me your whole life? I'm not your damn father."

Chen Yansen curled his lip, dressing Wang Zihao down till he was covered in dust.

"It's not like that's out of the question."

Wang Zihao scratched his head, saying it with a cheeky grin.

"Hey! You two bastards, please stop just chatting and come help!"

Wang Ziyan, busy packing and boxing the goods, cursed furiously.

"Hehe, coming, coming!"

Wang Zihao lifted his chin, hastily answering, then hoisted a box of new goods, set it on the table with a thud, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Last 100 units—first come, first served!"

"Hold it! Who told you to set up a stall here?"

Just as they were selling like crazy, a booming voice suddenly roared, instantly drowning out all the noise.

As he spoke, a middle-aged man in uniform parted the crowd and strode over with great steps.

(End of chapter)