"Daman, this is a small business, but we don't have to pay on credit, do you think..." The butcher Jiang, the butcher, was really forgot about profit and twisted his fingers, for fear that Zhang Daman would not be able to pay for the money, or that the night would be long and dreams would be too long, so Zhang Daman regretted it.

Zhang Daman automatically filtered out the shallow knowledge of Jiang Butcher. Your second uncle, when I rise, look at the faces of you guys, wait and kneel down and lick!

Greed is human nature, and he doesn't have to worry about it.

"Uncle Jiang, look at you being anxious. Our uncle and nephew have agreed on the pig shit business. It's the end of the year. We are also taking care of your business and decided to buy some pigs from you..."

Before Zhang Daman finished speaking, Jiang Butcher Jiang rushed to speak, "Tell me, how many kilograms of pork are you going to want? I'll give you a discount, and the cheaper is for you."

This butcher is really short-sighted. No wonder the slaughtering business is not big. How could he think that Zhang Daman would not buy three or five kilograms of pork for the New Year, but to buy a pig.

"Uncle Jiang, Daman is here to buy pigs with you. A whole head is bought. I bought the pig back then!" Wang Tieniu was finally smarter and took the opportunity to take the opportunity to speak without waiting for Zhang Daman to speak.

Jiang Butcher Jiang smiled disdainfully, "Tieniu, you are here to have fun, don't tease me, even if I am willing to sell a pig, Daman may not be able to afford it!"

"Uncle Jiang, there is an old saying, "Thirty years, Hedong, thirty years, Hexi, don't bully the young man poor!" Zhang Daman smiled indifferently, "Yes, Tien Niu is right. I specially went to a family and planned to buy a fat pig. The pigs were for the New Year, how much does it cost per pound?"

Jiang Butcher Jiang smiled and felt a little embarrassed, "Daman, stop teasing me."

"In a word, do you sell it? If you don't sell it, I'll go to another store to buy it." Zhang Daman felt a little embarrassed. Unexpectedly, this butcher looked down on people so much.

As he said that, he called Wang Tieniu, "Tieniu, people don't welcome us, let's go!"

Seeing this, Jiang butcher Jiang watched the business go to ruin, and he blamed himself for being mean. If Zhang Daman didn't get it well, he would really be confident. If he offended the God of Wealth, he wouldn't even want the pig shit that had been negotiated. Wouldn't Jiang butcher Jiang be able to receive a penny?

He hurriedly stopped Zhang Daman with a shy face, smiled and said with a smile: "Hey, Daman, I have no eyes, but I don't know Mount Tai. Tell me, how many pounds of fat pig do you want?"

Of course, Zhang Daman didn’t really want to leave, this was just a strategy.

Like those shops in shopping malls, they bargained for a long time, but they refused to give in. At this time, they simply took the initiative to retreat, said they didn't want it, and got up and left.

In the fiercely competitive market, these stores can't let their door-to-door business go. As long as they bargain, they still have some room for profit. If they can't sell, it's better to make less money than to sell.

So, they would stop customers and pretend to be very reluctant, saying that they would lose money or make friends and sell them at a cheap price.

In fact, they are not fools. Those who do business can’t sell at a loss. They just say it nicely.

The price that customers have psychologically endured and the store has reached a deal with a small profit, but it is just a love affair.

Zhang Daman glanced at Jiang Butcher, "Uncle Jiang, isn't it okay for you? When doing business, don't underestimate every customer, the customer is God."

Jiang Butcher Jiang didn’t know what God is or which grandson God is. He only knew that as long as Zhang Daman bought pigs sincerely, everything would be easy. After all, it was the end of the year, and it would be a little bit to get some blood. Otherwise, these fat pigs were locked in the pigpen and had to be fed with pigs, which was the cost!

"Yes, yes, Daman, look, which one of them looks at it?"

Jiang Butcher changed his indifferent attitude, followed Zhang Daman happily, nodded and bowed.

Damn!

The butcher's face became faster than facial. If you go to Peking Opera, you don't have to wear facial makeup.

"Uncle Jiang, business is not easy, let's talk about the price first!" Zhang Daman looked "sympathetic" to the tone of the butcher Jiang, but he had a different idea in his mind. If this grandson doesn't cut the price to the lowest level today, I will lose!

When Jiang butcher Jiang heard this, he started to negotiate the price. He smiled and said, "The price of this pig is also a price per day. Let's do this. I'll calculate five yuan per catty for you, which is the lowest price."

Zhang Daman thought with his toes, Damn, five yuan per pound, each of the fat pigs in Jiang Butcher's pigpen is at least 150 pounds. After counting this, it will cost more than 750 yuan. In addition, it will cost 300 yuan to buy Jiang Butcher's pig shit.

He only costs 1,000 yuan in his pocket, and Zhang Daman would never do anything about emptying his pocket.

He remained silent, looking at the pigs in the pigpen, as if he was selecting pigs very seriously.

Jiang Butcher Jiang held his face and couldn't help it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Daman, if you sincerely want to buy it, I will give you another 50 cents, 4.5 cents per pound, and it cannot be less."

Zhang Daman pointed to the largest and fattest pig in the pigpen. "Uncle Jiang, I won't bargain with you. I'll buy this largest one!"

Jiang's butcher Jiang's eyes lit up. He really thought Zhang Daman was the God of Wealth. He lost a lot. It turned out that Zhang Daman didn't pay back the price, but he took the initiative to lower the price. Damn, he was so stupid.

"Okay, that one end is right? It weighs 200 pounds, 4.5 pounds per pound, which is 900 yuan. Plus the pig shit I bought, the total is..."

"Hey, Uncle Jiang, I really don't agree with this 4.5 per pound, right?" Zhang Daman looked at Jiang Tuhuo with a thief and interrupted him, "It's about doing business. After a while, we are looking for a long-term cooperation, right?"

Jiang Butcher Jiang didn't understand what Zhang Daman meant, and was stunned for ten seconds, "Then... what are you talking about?"

"I bought the largest pig for 2 yuan per pound!" Zhang Daman said loudly.

Butcher Jiang almost died of burping, and his eyes seemed to be struck by lightning, "That, no, Daman, do you want to buy it? Don't take me like this!"

"Hey, Uncle Jiang, where did I spend your time?" Zhang Daman said seriously, "I'll make you a fight, it's a fight. You won't lose money at all for 2 yuan per pound. The space in this circle is so big, and there are so many pigs. I bought the biggest one for you, saving space, right?"

"Besides, you are now off-season. You can feed those small ones for a while. When it comes to the peak season, you can sell them at a high price. This is a hoarding product! I bought the largest one and bought you the money. You can also have funds to feed the remaining pigs too much, right?"

What happened to Jiang Butcher Jiang was fooled by Zhang Daman? It sounded so reasonable that he was a little speechless. He waved his hands repeatedly, "But... but 2 yuan per pound is too cheap, it can't be sold, it can't be sold!"
Chapter completed!