Spring Thunder Chapter 0162: Knife Credit
"Adam, I've looked at the list of goods. There are several categories of embroidery and eggshell painting. I think there will be a huge market for them in China. I don't recommend ivory carving because the profit is not high. Ivory is also relatively easy to obtain and is not unique to your country."
"Okay, since you don't recommend doing it, then the ivory carving will be considered a private purchase by me."
“Are you planning to collect it?”
"Yes."
"As you wish!" Scarlett spread her hands and said, "According to the price list, there is no problem in selling it at twenty times the price. Adam, I have to say, this is a good business."
"so?"
"I plan to go back to China as soon as possible to establish a shipping channel."
"Scarlett, you have the feel of a strong woman."
"You just realized it now?" Scarlett glanced at Nan Yi, "When I leave, I will take the samples back with me and give them to the senior appraisers of the art company to appraise their artistry and rarity.
In this way, we can refer to the pricing of similar products and ship out a batch of goods first to see the market reaction. If the response is enthusiastic, we can consider raising the price. "
"Very good, very organized. Now I don't feel bad about giving you the 25% stake."
"Adam, actually, I want this share to be lower."
"Low?" Nan Yi put down the wine glass in his hand, "Although we are poor now and need you to open up the Chinese market, in the future we will not only have the Chinese market, but also the European market and the South American market.
The remaining 75% of the shares do not belong to me alone. I have to reserve some for our next partner, or even more than one partner.”
"I understand. You were the one who brought it up first."
"Okay, I'm sorry then ."
After having lunch with Scarlett, Nan Yi went to his office on South Street.
"President, the two vacuum packaging factories have been completed and are now ready for use. We have also reached an agreement with Yunnan Province that we can get as much matsutake as the production this year, and the purchase price ranges from 3,000 yen/kg to 6,000 yen/kg.
Although the Japanese yen has appreciated slightly, the funds in our company's account are still too little to cope with the purchase of matsutake this season. According to the data provided by the Yunnan Provincial Supply and Marketing Cooperative and our purchase standards, the minimum will not be less than 1,400 tons. "
"That means we need to prepare at least 3 billion yen?"
"It shouldn't be that much. When the first batch of goods is shipped in July, the company will be able to settle part of the payment, and our working capital will be able to start turning around."
"Well, you'd better prepare more. I'll have someone transfer 3 billion to the company's account within ten days. Yamei, you've been working hard recently. When this year's matsutake season is over, we'll discuss your salary again and settle your bonus."
"Hayi."
Ueto Masami responded excitedly.
In the next three months, Nan Yi will focus on the taste of the mountains. The average purchase price of Matsutake is 4,500 yen per kilogram, but the sales price in Japan exceeds 60,000 yen, which is more than RMB 300.
All in all, the net profit can be more than 10 times. Based on the minimum quantity of 1,400 tons shipped today, Nan Yi can get a profit of more than 400 million yuan. According to the 7:2:1 shareholding ratio between Nan Yi, Men Saner and Xian Weimin, Nan Yi can get more than 280 million yuan.
It’s a pity that such huge profits can only be obtained once. Once Matsutake mushrooms are launched in Japan, no one knows how many competitors will emerge.
Next year, there will definitely be a lot of Japanese coming to the country to compete with Nan Yi for business.
"Haha, come on."
Nan Yi stood up from his seat, holding his hands like a knife, and hummed, "Chop the devils' heads with your big knife. My patriotic compatriots across the country, the day of resistance has come, the day of resistance has come."
After reveling in himself, Nan Yi returned to the real issues.
3 billion yen is just under 80 million Hong Kong dollars. He can pay the required amount, but once the money is taken out, he will not have much funds on hand. He will have to pay a deposit of 500,000 US dollars from Dabifan soon.
There is no other way but to borrow some funds.
"Uncle Xian, has Weimin returned to the village?"
"You're back. Do you have something to do with him?"
"Please help him tell him to come to the capital as soon as possible. Also, I want to discuss something with you."
"you say."
"I'll lend you the more than 10 million Hong Kong dollars for three months, and I'll give you 5% interest."
"Oh, why bother talking about interest between us? If you want to use it, just take it first." Xian Yaodong said on the phone.
"Uncle Xian, as I said before, business is business, and we should calculate it as we should."
"Okay, I can't persuade you, so I'll give it to you if you say so."
"Don't forget to tell Weimin."
"I won't forget, don't worry."
After hanging up the phone, Nan Yi called Xiangkeng again and asked Xiangkeng to call Lijiaopo and urge Saner's grandson to come back.
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I don’t know since when, but I can often see people checking their music in parks in Beijing.
Generally, two groups of people stand face to face, one side plays a song first, then the other side plays, and so on. If you feel that your level is higher than the other side, you can play and sing the same song as the other side.
This is like using the opponent's spear to attack the opponent's shield, which is a very embarrassing thing.
Few people would use this method. Everyone is a guitar enthusiast, and they are all wild foxes. Their levels are almost the same, and no one can crush others.
It was the weekend, and Nan Yi and Liu Zhen went to a park for a walk and happened to meet Cha Qin.
"I love the golden sunshine, I love the blue ocean, I love floating freely, I love the hometown of white clouds..."
"Nan Yi, what song is this?"
"Don't you like Liu Wen Zheng's songs? Haven't you heard "Flying"?"
"No."
"Anyway, when you hear this tune, just think of Liu Wen Zheng, and you won't be wrong."
"I don't usually see you listening to music, how come you know all the songs?"
"Most of the tapes on the market in the past two years were produced by Wenchangwei. I was responsible for selecting the songs, and I have listened to almost all the songs released by Wenchangwei two years ago."
"I almost forgot you made tapes ."
"It's better to forget it. It's not a glorious thing."
"oh."
"People say you are leaving the village soon. We will miss your smile. Your eyes are brighter than the sun, shining in our hearts. Come and sit beside me. Please don't leave in such a hurry..."
"I know this song, 'Red River Valley', a Canadian folk song."
“Have you heard the English version?”
"No."
"Then you can go to the record store when you go to China this time. If there are any vinyl records, buy one. There is also the "Old Black Slave"."
"Which one is 'Old Black Man'?"
“The happy childhood is gone forever… this is the song.”
"Oh, I see."
Suddenly, Nan Yi frowned and said, "Let's go. It was originally quite elegant, but now it has turned into a check on the piano."
I don't know if the two gangs who were checking the guitar were unwilling to give in to each other. The guitar was playing the elegant role just now, but now it started to play the role of a weapon. Sometimes it would appear on the head to curl up a few strands of hair, and sometimes it would appear on the face to leave a few red strings.
"Usually, let Ruan Zhiling follow you outside. It's not convenient for Rebecca to be in the mainland. I plan to transfer her back to Hong Kong and replace her with someone else."
"It's okay if no one follows me. I usually go to get off work and come home, and I rarely go out."
"No, someone must follow us. If anything happens, it will be too late to regret." Nan Yi said firmly.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
The two of them strolled outside and walked towards the old villa. When they were almost at the door, Nan Yi saw a man carrying a load on his back. He was wearing a work gown with the words cut off on it. The trouser legs were not hemmed, the trousers were cut short, the Liberation shoes were too small, and the top button of his hat was half off.
The clothes he was wearing were obviously not his own, and more like something he had picked up from outside, but they were very clean. The ironing line on the middle seam of his gown was still there, and his pants were torn but not dirty. He was wearing a white silk stand-up collar shirt underneath. His hair was just cut a few days ago and was very neat, which did not match the tattered hat on his head at all.
When walking, his upper body leans forward, but his lower body is very stable, and his steps are like the wind.
Looking at the man's attire, Nan Yi recognized that he was a fortune teller, and he immediately became interested.
"Master, what is divination?"
"A kitchen knife." The man put down his carrying pole and replied.
"Knife seller?"
"Yes."
"How do you say that?"
"Ten dollars a bushel. In five years, the cost of carriages, horses and ships will all go up, and food for people and horses will go up by 50%."
"Oh?" Nan Yi glanced at the man and said, "Then I'll buy it on credit."
"good."
The man silently picked up a kitchen knife from his carrying pole, and when he handed it to Nan Yi, he very properly pointed the handle of the knife towards Nan Yi.
Nan Yi took the kitchen knife and weighed it. It was very heavy, with a thick blade and a sharp edge. The curved blade was a bit rare. He ran his fingers across the blade, which was very sharp. He flicked the blade again, and there was a crisp sound.
"The knife is good. I'll buy it on credit. It's a mouthful of spit and a nail. I'll stay here and wait for you to collect the debt."
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. A man who sells knives on credit never lies. See you later!" The man clasped his fist towards Nan Yi.
"We'll meet again. The road ahead is long. Please take care."
Nan Yi also clasped his fists, picked up a kitchen knife and walked towards the gate.
After returning to the house, Liu Zhen asked curiously, "Nan Yi, what is a knife seller on credit?"
"A knife seller is a knife seller. He just sold me the knife on credit and made a bet with me. If he wins, he will come back to collect the money. If he loses, he will not come again."
“What if someone denies it?”
"They are not afraid. Let's put it this way. The main reason why the knife sellers gamble with others is not to sell the knives at a high price, but to borrow money for transportation."
"Borrowed luck? Doesn't that mean your luck is borrowed?"
Nan Yi showed the kitchen knife in his hand, "A kitchen knife worth ten dollars is worth ten dollars of luck. If you really want to borrow it, just borrow it. People who buy knives on credit either have to do something extremely dangerous or have someone in their family who is critically ill.
Although knife sellers on credit are low-class people, they are not bad people. They are not the same as Lao Ronghang and Luemai. "
"Old Rongxing, you told me what Lue Buying is all about?"
"The term 'luo buying and lu shao' first appeared in the Qing Dynasty. It actually refers to the act of trafficking women and children, and generally refers to human traffickers."
"oh."
"You cook today and I'll read a book."
"I don't know how to make elbows."
"Put the spices in the pot, add water, put the pork elbow in, and stew it. Don't worry about it. It's cheap anyway, so you won't feel bad if it goes wrong."
"It's not cheap anymore. Two elbows cost 70 cents today." Liu Zhen muttered, and after a while, he hummed a song again, "Forward, forward, the soldiers have heavy responsibilities, and the women have deep grievances."
She scraped the fish with a kitchen knife in her hand, and pieces of fish scales flew up into the air.
