The life of a giant

Chapter 147 Finally Opened
This time Qin Yuan and the others were going to sell, except for a few overstocked products of Fatty Lu, the rest were all made by Qin Yuan himself.

After the hipster suit, Qin Yuan worked hard to create five belts, but without exception, none of these five belts became spiritual weapons, and the highest quality was only ordinary.

Although Qin Yuan was somewhat discouraged, Fatty Lu felt much more balanced in his heart.

At that time, he also pretended to comfort Qin Yuan, "A Yuan, you're fine, just get used to it, spiritual weapons are not so easy to refine."

After being comforted by him, Qin Yuan was depressed for almost three days.

This time the two of them went to the black market together, so Fatty Lu could take it as a way to let Qin Yuan relax.

By the way, get rid of the rubbish refined by Qin Yuan, and replenish the small treasury in Shenbingfang.

Of course, Qin Yuan will also benefit from it, because they have already reached an agreement.

For every piece of equipment that Qin Yuan made himself, he would get a 5% commission; for every piece of equipment that Fatty Lu sold, he would also get a 1% commission.

The treatment given by Fatty Lu can be said to be quite conscientious, and he has completely lost his bloodthirsty nature as a capitalist.

So Qin Yuan worked extraordinarily hard.

Qin Yuan, who was engaged in sales work for the first time, felt a little strange. He sat in front of the pavement, watching everyone friendly and enthusiastically.

Occasionally, when he sees someone who makes eye contact with him again, he will smile and say hello warmly.

"Brother, try it if you like it."

"Sister, try it for free."

"Big sister, where are you from? Oh! Don't run away..."

It seems that people in the world don't like his enthusiastic marketing methods. Qin Yuan recognized no less than ten of them in the morning, but he failed to sell any of them.

Fatty Lu is used to this, he has always been a Buddhist seller, and he doesn't have a strong desire to make money. Qin Yuan's turnover is almost the same as his.

After a whole morning of beatings, Qin Yuan's enthusiasm was almost exhausted.

Sitting next to Fatty Lu, he said listlessly: "Brother, why are there so many people in front of other people's shops, we don't even have a fly here?"

"There's a way to play the game, I'm so ignorant." Fatty Lu opened his eyes and complained, then leaned against the tree and squinted again.

"Is it because our belts don't look good?" Qin Yuan stretched her neck to look at the products of other companies, and then at her own. The more she looked, the more she felt that the things she made were rubbish.

"Fart." Fatty Lu curled his lips, "Then what do you want to do? Imitate Zhang San, and then learn from Li Si. If you continue like this, you will always be able to eat other people's leftovers, and you will never even have your own characteristics." lost."

"There's nothing wrong with learning from other people's strengths, right?" Qin Yuan didn't quite agree with Fatty Lu's statement.

Now this bleak look is too shocking.Learn from others, at least you can open an account first.It's not too late to sell your products when you have repeat customers.

"Cut." Fatty Lu shook his head, "This group of unscrupulous people have capricious tastes, and they like to follow suit. What's popular today, what's popular tomorrow, can you learn it? Besides, we don't refine weapons to make money. There's something wrong with your kid's mentality."

Qin Yuan denied Fatty Lu's accusation, and he replied: "Whether I earn money or not is secondary to me. I just hope that the equipment I have worked so hard to get recognized."

"Is recognition that important?" Fatty Lu asked back.

"Very important!" Qin Yuan nodded vigorously, "The reason why we can become us actually has a lot to do with the feedback given by others. Just like a child who is recognized in a certain aspect, he is willing to spend more In the long run, his career development is likely to move closer to this direction. His subsequent success stems from the initial recognition, how can it be said that it is not important?"

"It's a pity that most people are ignorant, and the truth is only in the hands of a very small number of people. Would you rather be swayed by the ignorant majority, or stick to yourself and be the correct few?" Fatty Lu squinted his eyes and looked at Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan suddenly felt that his blurred gaze was poisonous and hot, which made him unable to look directly at it.

"Who is right and who is wrong? How can there be a conclusion? Maybe it is the small number of stubborn people who are wrong?" Qin Yuan didn't refute Fatty Lu, he just felt that there was no answer to this question, and he just sighed helplessly.

"That's right." Fatty Lu also sighed with emotion, "It will take a hundred years to reach a conclusion after the coffin is closed. But is it meaningful to be late? Let him go, don't ask for it." Annoyed, at least I agree with you, big brother."

Fatty Lu patted Qin Yuan's shoulder as he spoke, then sat under the tree and dozed off again.

"Alas..." Qin Yuan sighed, then took out a cornmeal bun from the package, and gnawed it while soaking in cold water.

He had only eaten a few mouthfuls when an old voice suddenly came from the side, "Young man, how do you sell this belt?"

"Not for sale!" Qin Yuan waved his hand impatiently and continued to eat the wowotou.

After he finished eating, he found that the old man was still standing in front of his stall.

He was holding a belt refined by Qin Yuan and looking at it carefully, nodding his head from time to time, as if he had really taken a liking to the belt.

Qin Yuan also looked at the old man curiously. He was indeed getting older.

Not only the beard and hair are white, but even the eyebrows are white.

"Grandpa, do you want to buy a belt?" Qin Yuan asked curiously.

The old man glanced at him with a smile, "I really want to buy it, but don't you want to sell it?"

"I was eating just now, so I didn't care about taking care of the booth, don't blame Grandpa." Qin Yuan saw the old man's benevolent eyebrows, and his attitude changed a bit, "It's just that you are so old, why are you still buying equipment? ? It’s better to buy some health elixirs to prolong your life.”

As Qin Yuan said, she suddenly started selling to the old man, "Grandpa, I just met an alchemist. She is skilled in craftsmanship and unparalleled in beauty, and the alchemy she refines is also of high quality and low price. I wonder if you are interested in buying some and going back to try it?" taste?"

Seeing that the old man seemed to be less interested, Qin Yuan continued: "Even if you don't need it yourself, you can bring some when you visit relatives and friends. It looks nice and generous."

"Young man, I just want to see your belt. I don't need any pills." The old man reiterated his request, and then brought a belt to Qin Yuan, "How much do you plan to sell it for?"

Qin Yuan was taken aback, this old man seemed to be quite knowledgeable, the belt he was holding was of the highest quality, although it looked mediocre.

"This number?" Qin Yuan was not sure about the price, so he compared it.

This was his first business, and the opposite was an old man. Based on the principle of respecting the old and caring for the young, Qin Yuan only gave him a cost price of 200 Wen.

As soon as Qin Yuan gave the price, the old man quickly took out his money bag.

Then tremblingly, he took out an ingot of silver from inside and handed it to Qin Yuan, "I bought this belt."

This old man is generous, he seems to be a landlord or something.

It's just that this ingot of silver is at least two or three, and Qin Yuan can't find it at all.

He handed the silver to the old man again in embarrassment, "Grandpa, to tell you the truth, I haven't opened yet, and I don't have any change with me."

The old man smiled when he heard the words, "It's okay, it's okay, how about I take another belt from you? Just pretend that I bought two for three taels of silver, and I will take advantage of you."

"Ah..." Qin Yuan swallowed when he heard this. It turned out that the old man had mistaken the price for two taels of silver.

(End of this chapter)