Chapter 227: Door-to-Door Pickup

If she wants to film, let her film; it's no big deal.

Even the old sisters in the village in their forties or fifties turn on Tremble beauty filters to post videos after dancing a few steps at home; it's not rare in the countryside nowadays.

Wu Lan's focus was instead on the other side:

"You young people really know how to play; you use so many strange things just to film a video. I saw that phone stand of hers; it could be pulled up to a person's height, and it could even rotate angles. Is it very expensive?"

Song Tan's heart skipped a beat immediately.

Nothing else; if her old mother asked like this, she must want one but was too embarrassed to say so.

Thinking about it, Wu Lan used to follow Tremble square dances by leaning her phone against something, which looked quite inconvenient.

Now that she saw a phone stand, how could she not be tempted?

And although their family had invested quite a bit this year, they were also earning quite a bit now; all in all, they hadn't lost money.

But this business was in full swing, yet her parents were still using old phones; her mom didn't even have a selfie stick to this day, not to mention the legendary big red silk scarf!

As for her dad's fishing rod...

Forget it, every spot in the pond can earn money now, and there's work waiting at home, so let's compromise for now.

As a filial and good child, how could she let something her mother was interested in be delayed?

Song Tan didn't say a word and contacted the courier in town directly:

"Brother Xiao Zhang, when you go to the city this afternoon, could you please help buy a decent stand at the phone shop next to it? I'll come pick it up this afternoon."

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Ms. Wu Lan made the request in the morning, and the item arrived in the afternoon; that can be considered high efficiency.

Unexpectedly, Brother Xiao Zhang's efficiency was even higher:

"A phone stand? Do you insist on that brand, or is anything fine?"

"I have one here; a customer bought it online, and I heard it wasn't cheap either, one or two hundred yuan. It's heavy, pulls up to over a meter high, and is steady as can be."

"It's just that the color was sent wrong, and she didn't want to return it because the shipping fee was expensive; after arguing back and forth, the thing was just thrown here with me..."

Having been a courier for a long time, he had seen many strange customers and strange sellers; Brother Xiao Zhang spoke about this lightly and didn't take it to heart at all.

Over a meter high, steady as can be...

"I want it!"

Isn't this exactly what Wu Lan had her eye on?

It might even be better than the one she was anxiously going to pick out at the phone shop!

Song Tan didn't say a word: "How much money?"

Brother Xiao Zhang was extremely polite: "What money? I didn't spend money to buy this thing either, and you haven't taken care of my business any less."

That's right; his efficiency was high, his business was the best in the whole town, and riding his little tricycle was not to mention how cool it was.

"By the way, I see you've set up a mini-program, and there are quite a few people placing orders; are you going to be sending couriers?"

"Didn't you say you were going to build a house at home? I see you probably don't have much time, so why don't I just go to your house to pack on-site today."

"Just happen to learn the way; if you don't have time in the future, I'll come directly to pick it up."

Recently, there was a Tongtong Express in town; I don't know what kind of stimulant the company took, but their efficiency was almost catching up to theirs, and the price was cheap!

Brother Xiao Zhang had a strong sense of crisis and decided to rely on service to keep the customer's heart.

Song Tan was just about to say—

Sending things over, tossing and turning to bring them over, would waste at least an hour of time.

There were a pile of trivial matters at home now; if it weren't for the fact that selling vegetables in the city could provide immediate payment, and she couldn't bear to let go of the old customers' support, she might not even be able to find the time!

After all, selling vegetables took longer, and every time it took half a day!

Now that Brother Xiao Zhang mentioned it, it was exactly what she wanted.

—If only someone in the city could sell vegetables, that would be great.

But thinking about her relatives—no need to consider the eldest uncle's family, and the eldest aunt's egg pancake business couldn't be abandoned no matter what.

The second aunt lived too far away, and the wholesale market was in the remote suburbs, where large trucks came in and out daily; it really wasn't suitable for selling these two or three hundred jin of vegetables every day.

Moreover, if she wanted to find someone to help sell vegetables in the city, she would inevitably have to give up a portion of the profit.

Whether it was lowering the price for wholesale or increasing the price for customers, there would be people dissatisfied on both sides; "Skinning Song" was very conflicted in her heart.

Just then, Zhao Fangyuan gave her a 3D rendering:

"I adjusted the color you mentioned last time; see if it works."

Song Tan's eyes lit up!

"Big niece, is your dad still setting up a stall?"

What else could vegetable peddler Old Zhao do if not set up a stall?

The vegetable market had been like this for decades; he sat upright on a small stool, with small piles of vegetables neatly stacked in front of him; basically, all seasonal vegetables could be found here.

In this vegetable market with huge foot traffic, selling vegetables isn't about novelty, but about reputation and being familiar to people.

Many people like to buy things at a familiar shop; Old Zhao had been selling vegetables for ten or twenty years and was now in this state of having no worries.

Except for not having much money.

Even if Song Tan wasn't there, he sat here alone, feeling quite bored.

Don't look at the girl being young; she earns more money than him, but people, what matters is being compatible!

He even dared to tell others his daily profit; in this vegetable market, he couldn't talk to any other boss.

The vegetable peddler thought about it carefully and felt that the fundamental reason he could be honest was that what Song Tan sold was essentially not the same thing as his.

However, this little girl hadn't taken care of him in vain; look at how she took his daughter back to the countryside for a few days, and his daughter looked a circle rounder!

Heard she even took a big order.

Don't open for business for half a year, open for business and eat for half a year.

It's just that this capitalist exploits people too ruthlessly; his daughter was still choosing materials and looking for some styling online in the middle of the night...

So tiring.

Just as he was muttering in such a contradictory way, Song Tan's message suddenly came, making the vegetable peddler's heart jump.

He thought to himself, I was just complaining, it shouldn't be that spiritual, right?

Looking down again, he couldn't help but feel a bit happy.

"How about I find an agent for my own vegetables? Don't have to do anything, just come over every day to pull the vegetables to the city and sell them at the price I set."

Hey, the little girl is quite bold in her thinking!

Old Zhao also replied to her in a local dialect mixed with Mandarin:

"Then what do they get out of it?"

"Go to your house to pull the goods, finish pulling them to the city, and sell them at the price you set... how much cheaper can you make it per jin?"

He pondered that if the wholesale price could be three or two yuan cheaper, he could do this job himself!

He also had a car, a 7-seater; if he removed the back two rows of seats, the space would be very spacious.

Song Tan hesitated for a moment.

When she sold Chinese milk vetch back then, she didn't lower the price per jin for wholesale, just added more free gifts; if she were to find someone now...

She remembered the sales style of those big brands doing activities, crazily sending free gifts but not lowering prices, and gradually found the rhythm:

"That's my plan; the price, we can't lower it. But when I sold to everyone before, I was afraid of being short on weight, so when packing, I calculated each portion as 1 jin 2 liang."

"If someone takes this business later, I won't pack it anymore; wholesale 100 jin and get 20 jin free; as long as the scale is enough, I don't care how much they keep for themselves." ===== CHAPTER 228 =====