Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 150.1
Song Tan knew that the yield from her own fields wouldn’t be low, so she nodded and said,
“When the vegetables in the fields mature in large quantities, I’ll definitely look for someone to buy them.”
Otherwise, coming to the market every day wasn’t feasible—she neither had the time nor the energy.
From morning until evening, she could sell a thousand pounds of vegetables in a day, no problem. But the issue was that there was still plenty of work to do at home. Coming to the market every other day was already the limit.
As for the price…
“It’s the same price, twenty yuan per pound, buy a hundred pounds and get an extra pound free.”
The vegetable vendor: …
Wholesale, but not really wholesale.
He held back his frustration, then asked, “What’s the difference between buying wholesale and retail?”
“It’s all the same.”
Song Tan responded confidently, “Whether you buy wholesale or retail, the way I harvest and deliver remains the same. My costs haven’t decreased…”
As for whether or not there would be no vendors willing to buy—come on, with the taste of these vegetables, she could easily sell them for two hundred yuan a pound at a star-rated hotel.
If someone could taste them and still say they didn’t want them, Song Tan would salute them as a hero.
The vegetable vendor swallowed his frustration, stopped thinking about helping, and sat down heavily on the small stool by his stall with his bag of bamboo shoots.
But after sitting and thinking for a long time, he finally stood up again in a huff and walked over:
“Then, if I buy wholesale at twenty yuan a pound and set my own price at the market, is that okay?”
“You’d better not buy wholesale.”
Song Tan said sincerely:
“My family’s fields are not extensive, but you know the quality. I come to the market not to make money but to let everyone have a good bite…”
“To be fair, twenty yuan for the quality of my vegetables—isn’t that a bargain?”
“If I sell to you wholesale, first, there’s not much margin, and second, everyone knows the price of my vegetables. If you mark up the price, it could cause trouble.”
Why make it difficult?
Here he was, guarding a cash cow every day, only to return to his ordinary, unremarkable little stall. Who would make up for this sense of loss?
The vegetable vendor looked at her with a hint of resentment: “Miss, have you thought about my suggestion last time, renting a stall at the market?”
Song Tan pondered, “It doesn’t seem necessary…”
She had just started speaking when the vendor next to them quickly chimed in:
“If you don’t sell wholesale, fine. But if you rent a stall, it’ll be easier to build a reputation.”
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