Reborn in 78, I made my fortune by working in the mountains, supporting three families on my own.

Just as Zhao Lei was about to speak, Qin Bowen immediately stepped in front of him:

"Boss Chen, you really are someone who says one thing to one person and another to someone else!"

"No wonder the old folks always say, 'No businessman is without guile.' My brother-in-law is on your side, are you trying to outsmart him?"

Fatty Chen quickly offered cigarettes to the two brothers, explaining as he did so:

"Hey, young man, Lei Zi, I didn't mean it. You know, I work for the government."

"If I charge too high a price, I'll have to subsidize it myself, which is very risky."

"Hey Lei, why don't you say something and tell me how much you're expecting?"

Qin Bowen was very resentful of people like Fatty Chen, and turned to Zhao Lei to remind him:

"Brother-in-law, you can't believe what this kind of person says."

"I think we shouldn't send him anything anymore. Twenty yuan a piece, how can he even bring himself to ask for that?"

Zhao Lei raised his hand to signal Qin Bowen to calm down, then lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said to Fatty Chen:

"Boss Chen, I know you're in business, I understand. Who would do something without making a profit?"

Fatty Chen was surprised that Zhao Lei was so understanding, and quickly nodded:

"Yes, yes, Brother Lei, you're absolutely right. We may not be the ones doing business, but we can still be fair and honest with each other."

"Besides, buying and selling things is a process of bargaining. You have to say how much you want to sell it for, right?"

Zhao Lei didn't waste any words and calmly spoke:

"Boss Chen, I plan to sell it for 25 yuan."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Chen immediately slapped his thigh:

"Sure!"

He thought Zhao Lei would ask for a lot of money, but it turned out that it was only an extra 5 yuan, which was a drop in the ocean compared to the value of the three musk pods.

Even if Zhao Lei asked him for 100 yuan each now, he would accept it without batting an eye.

Fatty Chen said happily:

"Okay, Brother Zhao Lei, it'll be the price you said, 75 yuan in total, I'll give it to you now."

As Chen the Fat Man spoke, he began to take money out of his pocket.

He didn't even bother to get money from the cash register; he planned to use his own money to cover the cost and get the deal done first.

Zhao Lei suddenly waved his hand to interrupt him and said:

"Mr. Chen, I think you've misunderstood. I meant 25 yuan per gram."

With a buzzing sound, Fatty Chen felt his mind go blank, and a ringing sound exploded in his ears.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses and spoke blankly:

"What? Brother Zhao Lei, say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."

Zhao Lei repeated:

I said 25 yuan per gram.

Fatty Chen finally understood and waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, no, no, Brother Zhao Lei, you're quoting an outrageous price. 25 yuan a gram? Are you trying to rob us?"

Zhao Lei laughed:

"Fine, since you can't accept the price I offered, then this deal is off."

As he spoke, Zhao Lei beckoned Qin Bowen to walk outside.

Fatty Chen quickly caught up again and grabbed Zhao Lei:

"Brother, brother, wait a minute, wait a minute, can we still talk about this?"

"25 yuan per gram? That's outrageous! This one musk sac weighs over 200 grams. You can't even sell gold for that much."

Zhao Lei shook off his hand and said with a smile:

"I didn't say it was calculated based on the total weight of the musk sac; I meant the musk inside after removing impurities."

"A musk deer sac must weigh at least twenty or thirty grams, right? Let's calculate the value based on that."

"Brother, this won't do! Your musk sac is intact. If you take it apart, you can't guarantee the medicinal properties inside."

"So let's negotiate the price by the number of items. How about this, I'll offer 100 yuan per musk sac, how about that?"

"I'll give you 300 yuan for these three musk pods. You have to nod your head and we'll make the deal right now."

"Although there is some risk in terms of sales channels, I think you are a good person, Brother Zhao Lei, and I am willing to take the risk for this deal."

Zhao Lei smiled and shook his head:

"Forget it, Mr. Chen, I see you don't collect many mountain products like musk deer pods and don't have much experience. I'd rather go to town myself tomorrow."

"By the way, it's getting late, so I won't keep you from getting off work any longer."

After saying that, the two brothers continued walking out.

Fatty Chen chased after Zhao Lei all the way, constantly persuading him to lower the price, as he sincerely wanted to buy them. In the end, he even offered 200 yuan each, which was 10 times more than his initial offer.

But Zhao Lei was adamant. Not only did he not intend to sell to Fatty Chen, he had even secretly resolved never to sell wild game to Fatty Chen again.

In the past, when I sold wild game to him, Fatty Chen would take away about 20-30% of his profit.

On the one hand, Zhao Lei thought that being close to home would save time and effort in transportation; on the other hand, he was also concerned that Chen Pangzi was a member of the supply and marketing cooperative system, and it wouldn't be good to offend him for a few dollars, so he accepted the small loss he had suffered earlier.

Unexpectedly, this Fatty Chen was insatiable. When he encountered something as valuable as musk, he actually wanted to take 9x9 of its profits. How could Zhao Lei agree to that?

I might as well break off all ties and avoid dealing with Fatty Chen from now on.

Moreover, Zongbao recently bought a carriage, so even if they go to the county town to sell it, it won't be a problem; they can make a round trip within a day.

"Boss Chen, I'm not planning to sell this for now. Let's call it a day. I need to go home for dinner."

Fatty Chen was still reluctant to leave. He realized that he had offended Zhao Lei this time, and he blamed himself for bargaining too hard. He didn't expect that Zhao Lei's family had Su Wanqing who knew this business. He also knew that he was in the wrong.

Since Zhao Lei had made up his mind not to sell it to him, it wasn't good to try to persuade him any further, so he could only give a vague answer:

"Brother Zhao Lei, even though the business is over, our goodwill remains. I'll still buy any other mountain products you have from me at a high price in the future."

Zhao Lei left without turning his head, saying:

"Okay, I understand."

So he took Qin Bowen with him, and the two of them rode back on their old-fashioned bicycles.

On the way back, Qin Bowen complained:

"Brother-in-law, that Fatty Chen is a real scoundrel."

"Wanqing's sister-in-law said that this musk sac should sell for 500 to 700 yuan, but he tried to cheat us out of 20 yuan. He's so greedy."

Although Zhao Lei appeared calm on the surface, he had actually already blocked Chen Pangzi in his heart.

"Bowen, I think we don't need to send any more wild game to Fatty Chen anymore."

Upon hearing this, Qin Bowen was overjoyed:

"That's right, brother-in-law. I've been saying this before; the price that Fatty Chen offered is way too low."

"We're going to Qingfeng Town. We have a car now, it only takes half an hour, why would we need him?"

"Besides, the carriage that Brother Zongbao bought has arrived. It can easily transport even a large amount of game to town. Why make do with him?"