The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

Chapter 6 Make a Big Fortune
In a small room.

With teary eyes, Song Yanxi pulled Chen Pingsheng aside: "Honey, did you go to the lake to act in this cold weather?"

"Yes, Xiao Zhao told you, right?"

After pulling her to the head of the bed, Chen Pingsheng chuckled and said, "Yanxi, let's not talk about this for now. Let me show you how much money I made today."

[Ding! Your Alipay account has received 14,000 yuan.]

Song Yanxi was startled, her eyes widening in surprise.

"How is this possible, honey? Where do you earn so much money every day?"

She could hardly imagine what more than ten thousand a day meant.

If things continue like this, her family will be able to buy a house after the New Year.

Chen Pingsheng patted her pert bottom and said mysteriously:

"Honey, I know you're excited, but I have to let you know in advance that you need to get used to the fact that your husband can earn a lot of money now."

"You have to adapt," Song Yanxi, who was just feeling sorry for him, was now thinking about how to spend so much money.

After years of frugality, she has become accustomed to saving money wherever possible.

The sudden surge in income has taken some getting used to.

"Honey, my mom called me and wants us to spend Chinese New Year at her place this year."

"Go ahead and go, it's no big deal."

"But…"

Song Yanxi thought about how her husband was always the target of ridicule whenever he went there, and instinctively wanted to refuse.

Chen Pingsheng held her hand and comforted her, "There are still more than ten days until then. Let's work hard and go there after we buy a house. Let's see who dares to laugh at us then."

The daily life of an ordinary couple is so simple; they think about how to make money and how to make their lives better.

Song Yanxi bit her lip, thinking about that crazy half hour yesterday, and today, with the excitement, she suddenly really wanted to have sex.

She was still a young woman of twenty-five.

When he's happy, he thinks about... well, you know. Chen Pingsheng quickly pulled down her tight jeans.

It quickly became a little white lamb.

Xiao An'an was still watching Teletubbies outside, and the volume was very loud, so she didn't dare turn it down.

He was holding a bag of potato chips and munching away haphazardly.

The rain finally stopped the next day.

His tricycle finally found a use, as their area was close to Shougang Group, a super-large state-owned enterprise and a Fortune 500 company.

The flow of people is extremely large.

He usually sells his goods in many places. Chen Pingsheng called on his childhood friend Shao Shuai, and the two of them rode two tricycles to buy goods.

Street vendors like them command the highest prices for durians, and naturally, their profits are also the highest.

But if you're talking about techniques, then there are some.

The price of fruit fluctuates a lot. For example, a box of durian was 600 yuan a week ago, which is about 30 kilograms.

The average weight is 21 jin.

The price has risen to 700 yuan per piece in the last two days. Each piece contains about five to six pieces, and the price has increased by 100 yuan in just a few days.

Sales are good during the Chinese New Year, and prices are also high.

When they arrived at the fruit wholesale market, there were so many trucks there.

For fruits like durian, which are popular during the holidays, nobody pays any attention if you only buy one or two pieces.

Chen Pingsheng took out his phone. He had been around here for a few years and knew quite a few people.

"Old Guo, do you still have any stock left?"

Yes, how much do you need?

What's the price?

Normally, people like them wouldn't buy goods directly like this; even street fruit vendors understand this.

Fruits have a shelf life, and so does durian.

If durians crack open to a certain extent and still can't be sold, large wholesalers have no choice but to dump them at low prices.

Otherwise, you could easily end up with unsold durians. Buying these low-priced durians is the most profitable approach.

Of course, durians don't sell well during the Lunar New Year, so he's just like any other fruit shop owner.

Pick and take items as usual.

Old Guo may seem slovenly at times, spending all his time in his truck, but he's actually a real big boss.

Putting aside everything else, many of the large wholesalers who get their goods from him pay him on a quarterly basis.

Over a quarter, the amount owed to suppliers can reach tens of millions of yuan.

How could you manage to get by without some real strength?

Old Guo only has a small shop, and he usually sells his goods on that 9.6-meter-long trailer.

Now there's only a small section left, about two or three hundred pieces.

"Mr. Guo, your business is booming!"

"Well, we have to thank you for taking care of us."

Guo is in his early forties. In his youth, he traveled all over the country, and only settled in Beijing to do fruit wholesale ten years ago.

He must have a net worth of at least tens of millions now, and the quality of his durians is quite good.

Chen Pingsheng handed him a Lao Baisha cigarette, "What's the price today?"

"One last thing, I'll give you 680 pieces."

Twenty-one pieces less than the normal price, Chen Pingsheng wasn't too satisfied. He smiled and said, "Six hundred each, how about I take all of these in your car?"

"Are there still two or three hundred pieces here? Can you finish them all?"

Durian prices always go up during the Lunar New Year.

Chen Pingsheng wanted to take a big gamble this time; if it worked, he would actually have all the money he needed to buy a house.

"It's only a few hundred pieces. I'm sure I can finish them if I try hard enough."

"Alright, let's set off the cannons and check the goods."

If you want to get the lowest price at the fruit market, buying up the leftover stock is the most direct way.

The four of them cleared out the stock together, and there were 321 items left. At 600 yuan per item, that's about 190,000 yuan.

Chen Pingsheng called Song Yanxi and asked her to transfer the money.

He used to stock up on goods like this often, but never this much.

This time it was the biggest one yet.

Song Yanxi transferred the money quickly, and Lao Guo directly put it in the outside warehouse for him.

Temporary rental spaces are available over there, mainly for the convenience of stocking up on goods.

Chen Pingsheng doesn't plan to sell it now; he'll stockpile it for three or four days until the durian price goes up again.

However, I'll still send a message in the moving group beforehand.

Young Marshal: "Old Chen's going big! He's got 200,000 durians in one go. Brothers, get ready to clear out the stock!"

General: "666, no problem. We'll take care of all the shipping for Boss Chen in a few days."

The village beauty is mine: "I'm ordering thirty pieces first, so no one can compete with me for them."

I will work hard for the rest of my life: "I should be able to sell fifty units."

It's great to have brothers; he definitely couldn't sell all this stock by himself.

There's no pressure if everyone helps out.

Two days later, the young commander posted a message in the group that durians in the market had risen to 750 yuan a piece.

Two days later, it will be the Little New Year. A blizzard has driven the price of durians down to 850 yuan a piece.

Chen Pingsheng jumped for joy. This meant that he could make a net profit of 30,000 to 40,000 yuan just by stockpiling goods for a few days without doing anything.

And this might mean they won't even get the goods at all.

The price of durian fluctuates greatly, which is no secret in the market.

Chen Pingsheng himself never expected that the price would rise so much in just a few days.

When the Lunar New Year arrived, he immediately moved his warehouse and delivered the goods. Six people from the moving group came with six tricycles to help him unload the goods.

(End of this chapter)