"Don't tell me, it's so sweet! Little classmate, how do you sell your melons?"

The drama is coming!

In the original plan, Wang Yan settled on ten yuan per catty.

But considering the current environment—the most impressive villa area in Gujiao, and it was so difficult to set up shop here—Wang Yan was heartbroken and gritted his teeth and demanded a sky-high price.

"20 yuan a pound!"

puff!

Uncle Liu squirted.

The aunt's eyes widened and she looked at Wang Yan in astonishment: "What did you say? You're not kidding?! Do you know how much the most expensive watermelon in boutique supermarkets costs per pound?"

Wang Yan took the risk, his palms were all sweaty, but his expression was as determined as he could do whatever he wanted.

"Auntie, whether the price is high or not depends on the specific situation.

At this point in time, you can’t find a better melon than me in Guangjiao. The urban population is 1.5 million, and there are only 50 sand pulp and black honey in the car. How much do you think it is worth?

To tell you the truth, I do make a lot of money, but you definitely don't need this amount of money.

I don’t expect to make a fortune selling melons, but I have to earn my college living expenses by going back and forth on such a hot day, right?

So just ask yourself if it tastes good and whether you like it or not."

Wang Yan is very self-aware and knows that he cannot play tricks with adults, let alone bargaining.

Simply put the bayonet on: I just want to kill you rich people, whether you want to buy it or not.

The play style is extremely anti-routine, taking a risk on the characteristics of the nouveau riche in the mining city who "only buy the expensive ones, not the right ones".

The middle-aged woman's reaction was very strange. She glanced at Wang Yan's beard and asked with interest: "You just graduated from high school this year?"

"Ah? Yes."

Wang Yan was stunned when asked.

Why is your focus so skewed?

Aunt Wang glanced at the car casually again and muttered: "Oh, it's actually packed in a mesh cage. It looks like that."

"Afraid of being knocked or broken, you have to put a sponge inside."

After Wang Yan responded, he suddenly remembered that he had made a draft before and had not used it even once. So what could happen?

Immediately he stumbled and started to cheat.

“For example, for a new variety of melon, if calculated based on the ratio of scientific research investment and final fruit production, the cost would be extremely high.

Of course, it is definitely impossible for people to promote it at exorbitant prices.

But no matter what, it is indeed more expensive than ordinary melon gold, and if it doesn’t taste good, people can’t allow it to be exported, right?”

Uncle Liu nodded without realizing it and asked curiously: "I see there are labels on these melons. What are they for?"

Wang Yan posted it.

The top is the word "Nong" + English letters, and the bottom is a string of numbers.

"That's Gua's ID card. I don't understand what it means, but the bottom is the number."

Just talking nonsense, it's like a thief.

Wang Yan himself almost believed it, not to mention Uncle Liu and the others who had a mouthful of delicious food.

Good quality is the greatest persuasion.

The middle-aged lady no longer questioned anything, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, lowered her head and rummaged through her bag.

"Okay, pick them out and give me 10 of them."

What?!

Wang Yan's eyes widened and he was shocked.

"How much do you want?!"

Wang Yan was so frightened that his tongue was a little tied.

Auntie smiled and nodded.

"The melon is indeed delicious. It has a pure fruity taste. There should be no mess. You said this is the only one on the market. Okay. Auntie believes it. I eat two to three hundred melons every day.

You can afford it, but you may not be able to eat it every day, right? Come on, get on the scale!"

Wang Yan was overjoyed.

Is it now open?!

And they didn’t even mention the price?!

All the preparations I had made were of no use at all. The money made by the wealthy people in Gujiao was too good to make, wasn't it?!

In fact, the reason is not as Wang Yan understands: "people are stupid and have too much money" and "only buy expensive ones".

The residents of Xiangshanyuan, as the first group of established wealthy people in the mining city to become rich, not only have extremely strong spending power, but also enjoy too many high-quality products in their daily lives.

It tastes really good or fake. When it comes to people's mouth, they will instantly come to a conclusion.

This is a family that is willing to pay 200,000 yuan for a table of game. It is rare to encounter such high-quality melons. Two or three hundred each is nothing.

Money can't buy my happiness.

Wang Yan is a young loser who just got rich. He is not mature enough and cannot understand the other person's consumption concept for the time being. This is normal.

Although he was extremely excited, Wang Yan still gave him a sincere advice.

"Auntie, the melons are fresh and delicious. It is true that there are only 50 black honeys today, but I can pull them again tomorrow, so there is no need to store so many. Don't worry, as long as you like to eat, I will provide you with fresh ones every day!"

"You kid, it turns out you're not such a profiteer after all!"

The middle-aged lady laughed dumbly.

"Thanks for the reminder, but why should I save it? My neighbor gave two as a try, but even 10 may not be enough."

"oh!"

Wang Yan suddenly understood, smiled sheepishly, turned over and jumped into the car.

"Then just wait, I'll move it for you right away!"

The boxes were picked up one by one, unpacked and put on the scale, weighed and returned to their proper places.

Aunt Wang looked at it calmly, then suddenly waved her hand: "Hey, kid, won't you help me choose?"

Wang Yan explained seriously: "Auntie, the quality of each melon is almost the same. If you don't believe it, just point your finger at one and I will cut it for you on the spot. If it is worse than the one just now, you will smash them all!"

"oh……"

The middle-aged lady nodded suddenly, looked at it twice, and suddenly became interested in the medium-sized box.

"What's in those little cages?"

"That one is also a watermelon, it's called Ultimate Crisp, it has a sweet and crispy texture!"

"Hey, crispy melon? How does it taste?"

Wang Yan simply took out the one from the ice bucket: "I invite you to try it!"

With one finger, it cracked every inch, and the middle-aged lady was dumbfounded as she peeled off the skin.

"Oh my God! There is such a melon?!"

Peeling and eating watermelon is really shocking to people who have never seen it.

The fat manager also marveled.

But Uncle Liu, the security guard, understood and sighed: "Hey, there have been no melon farmers growing crispy skin for many years. It matures slowly and is difficult to transport. The research institute must be able to grow it!"

"right!"

Wang Yan nodded fiercely: "The fruit is small and matures late. It won't be enough to cause harm to the yellow-skinned fruit unless people guard it 24 hours a day. It would be a waste to grow it!"

According to economic calculations, it is inevitable that Dagui will be eliminated.

Mr. Wu has a solid foundation and is just farming for fun. He probably doesn’t want to make money at all.

The middle-aged lady was at a loss when faced with the oval-shaped piece of fruit flesh.

"How can I eat it?"

"I'll cut a piece for you, don't mind it, just grab it with your hands and eat it!"

With two swipes, the half watermelon turned into three large pieces. The butt was taken away by Uncle Liu, the second layer was given to Fat Uncle, and the one with the core in the middle was given to the benefactor.

Aunt Wang felt it was a bit indecent and didn't move for a long time. However, seeing Fat Uncle Liu's face full of juice from chewing it, she finally couldn't resist the temptation and reached out to grab a large piece of pulp.

Once I started talking, I never stopped.

"Hmm, it's delicious! Give me 10 more crispy melons! You can set the price yourself!"

Wang Yan smiled from ear to ear and asked tentatively: "30? Do you think so?"
To be continued...