Chapter 149: 149.Do you do wholesale? _1 Chapter 149: 149.Do you do wholesale? _1 Uncle was so angry he wanted to flip the table:
“You’re missing just over ten bucks?”
Mao Li’s neck stiffened in defiance, “Missing? How can we not be short? The older one doesn’t earn money, always at home with face masks and manicures, and I have to subsidize the younger one for hobby classes and kindergarten. How can we live without saving a bit?”
Her words were loaded with a double meaning, indirectly criticizing someone—referring to her own daughter-in-law who neither worked nor contributed financially.
However, there’s always someone tougher, and Sun Yanyan stared at the television with a grave face, as if she hadn’t heard a thing.
Mao Li punched the cotton, frustrated, and turned her anger towards Song Tan and Song Hongmei:
“And that Hongmei, as an aunt, she’s not thrifty at all! Tantan gives her something, and she snatches it all, not leaving anything for us. This aunt and niece duo sure know how to be crafty!”
At the mention of this, Sun Yanyan did recall something, “Mom, didn’t big aunt share a bag of locust flowers with us the day before yesterday?”
Mao Li huffed, “That stuff can’t be kneaded or squeezed, it got squashed under dozens of pounds of lettuce when we moved it, can we still use it? I threw it away the night before last.”
“Oh dear,” Sun Yanyan regretted, “why did you throw it away? Those locust flowers sell for a good price at the market, ten bucks a pound.”
Upon hearing this, Mao Li stood up angrily again:
“Stop dawdling at home, come to the market with me.”
Sun Yanyan didn’t want to move—her mother-in-law always tried to pinch pennies from her hand, risking end up giving it to her sister-in-law; she’d be a fool to pay from her own pocket!
“What for…” she was very reluctant.
Mao Li held back her breath, “To buy groceries! What else! All day long I cater to all of you—if you still want to eat lettuce for lunch, then don’t go.”
Sun Yanyan slapped her bottom and followed along.
She may not shell out her own money, but someone loved the lettuce, she had certainly had her fill of it.
Thinking it over, she added, “Mom, it seemed like big aunt also took away some bamboo shoots when she left. Tantan said she was planning to sell them, they might be at the market today. Why don’t we go to Riverside Market?”
That market was a bit far from their home, and after the unpleasant scene last time, Mao Li had silently vowed never to go back.
But now, feeling frustrated, she snorted coldly and eventually turned that way.
And just as Sun Yanyan predicted, Song Tan was indeed there today.
This time she came to sell vegetables alone, a large QR code posted on the flatbed truck. She was so neglectful that she didn’t even bother to unload the bamboo shoots but simply squatted in the truck bed, trading cash for goods with one hand.
The scene was bustling and noisy. If not for the crowd being mostly older folks (since when it comes to fighting over goods, young people have virtually no combat power at the market), it would have looked exactly like a concert held in the midst of a pile of bamboo shoots in the flatbed truck.
Today, although Qiaoqiao wasn’t there, Song Tan didn’t seem flustered on her own.
—Having continued her training for over a month, although she was still in the Qi-training phase, she had made some progress and had begun to sense her spiritual consciousness.
Although she didn’t use it much because Spiritual Energy was so precious and scarce, it was a piece of cake to enhance her memory, listen to the payment notifications on her phone, and keep track of the quantities required by the customers.
Not to mention, she wasn’t entirely alone in her efforts.
There, a neighboring vegetable vendor was lending a hand, helping her collect cash!
After all, not every customer in the older age group could operate a smartphone smoothly.
You’d think that both being in the same business, they would be competitors, right? It makes no sense for a vendor to neglect their own stall to help out.
But it depends on the level, doesn’t it!
If it were the vendor next door on the right, at best, they might look after another’s stall when they went to the restroom, but they’d never leave their own to help busy themselves.
As soon as her Little Pika stopped, the customers flocking around wouldn’t give these ordinary vegetables another glance.
So why was he just sitting there? He might as well take the opportunity to network a bit.
The girl wasn’t very big, but she was straightforward. As she was busy in the truck bed, when she heard him politely speak up, she casually assigned him the task of collecting cash.
The veggie vendor was actually quite flattered.
The amount of cash flow from just the bamboo shoots in her truck bed was staggering.
This made him all the more earnest.
But after bustling about for an hour, as the crowd thinned, he looked at the bag full of money and suddenly realized—
Wasn’t he just doing the job of that girl’s silly little brother?
Turning his head, Song Tan saw that fewer people were around, and she handed him a plastic bag with three pounds of bamboo shoots.
“Take it, I won’t charge you.”
Heh, it was like red rain from the sky, even the stingiest person was giving away feathers!
The veggie vendor didn’t hesitate, opening the plastic bag and looking at the three large winter bamboo shoots and a handful of spring ones, he couldn’t help but sigh:
“These three pounds of shoots, the shells alone weigh two and a half pounds, leaving so little.”
All together, it’s barely enough for one dish, and that’s if it’s served on a shallow plate.
He sighed to Song Tan, “The few pounds of bamboo shoots I bought from you last time were gone in one meal. You sell such high-quality produce, why don’t you supply it to five-star hotels instead of selling it here in front of me every day?”
Sure, he could afford to buy it, but he couldn’t eat it every day; he was working his butt off at night just to make money, afraid that one day he wouldn’t have enough to eat.
Song Tan just laughed, “You’re worrying too early. Right now, I’m just harvesting what I can from around the house. In a couple of months, when the vegetables in my field are ready, if you don’t pay me a hundred bucks a day, then I’ll be impressed by your restraint!”
A hundred bucks for vegetables, like five pounds of cabbage, at least could feed a family for a meal.
If it’s something like these bamboo shoots with their shells and all… a hundred bucks? That might only get you some novelty.
He let out a sigh, “Even buying cherries for my kids doesn’t hurt .”
Then he got interested again, “What kind of vegetables do you grow in your field? The same quality as these?”
Song Tan thought about the seedlings she had been nurturing with Spiritual Power since the soaking stage and confidently nodded, “Just as good, if not better.”
The thought made the veggie vendor shiver, “Then the price…?”
As for the price, Song Tan hadn’t really considered it yet, but even if the vegetables sold at sky-high prices, what of it?
She wasn’t looking to become the richest person around.
So she nodded again, “The usual rate, twenty bucks a pound.” She was used to doing the maths quickly; it was convenient.
Meanwhile, the veggie vendor was counting on his fingers the vegetables she mentioned:
Bok choy grows fast and would hit the market by Labor Day, followed by tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, long beans—good heavens, there’s something to sell every month!
How much money would he have to spend?
After some thought, the veggie vendor leaned in again, “Sister, do you do wholesale for these veggies? What’s the wholesale price?”