I am farming in the real world

Chapter 17: Selling Vegetables is a University Subject

"Rules?"

"I'm just here to sell some vegetables I grew myself. What kind of procedures do I need to go through?" Chen Jue was puzzled by the group of administrators surrounding him.

Seeing his newbie demeanor, Wu Laosan quickly approached, offering cigarettes to the administrators and saying some kind words.

Then, putting on an act, he tried to smooth things over for Chen Jue: "Young man, is this your first time at the vegetable market? You can't sell retail here, only wholesale. Next time you bring vegetables in a truck, remember to bring a health certificate and a certificate of origin. The vegetables also need to be tested for pesticide residue."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jue became curious: "My uncle used to bring vegetables here to sell, but I never heard him mention needing this certificate or that certificate."

Wu Laosan pulled Chen Jue aside and explained in a low voice: "Doesn't your uncle ride one of those tricycles? If it's a tricycle, you can pay 5 yuan a day and sell whatever you want. That's the government's support for vegetable farmers. Your 4.2-meter truck is different. It takes up a parking space in the market, and that costs you 50 yuan a day."

"There's such a thing?" Chen Jue looked surprised.

Wu Laosan chuckled: "There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world! If anyone could just drive in and sell, who would rent those stalls in the market that cost tens of thousands of yuan a year?"

As he spoke, the administrators with red armbands had already handed over a fine slip: "For Wu Laosan's sake, we'll fine you 200 for not having the proper procedures and certificates. Pay the 50 yuan parking fee too!"

Chen Jue took the poor-quality paper fine slip and glanced around at the group of drivers and cargo owners watching with amusement. He immediately realized that money was probably the key issue.

However, he didn't accept the fine. Instead, he tore up the fine slip and got back into the truck, muttering: "I'm not selling anymore! I can only sell this truckload of vegetables for a thousand yuan or so, and after you fine me, I won't even make enough for gas!"

If it were an ordinary young person or a driver or cargo owner who had been beaten down by society, they would definitely turn a blind eye and choose to comply in this situation.

But Chen Jue was different!

He was already bankrupt and a deadbeat, and his social circle was completely ruined. He had even been depressed and considered suicide before. Now that he had picked himself up, he wasn't afraid of anything.

This kind of ambiguous fine was actually just these administrators taking the opportunity to extort benefits from Chen Jue, a new face.

With a 'rather be a broken jade than a complete tile' attitude, Chen Jue wouldn't tolerate these petty devils who were taking advantage of him. Without another word, he started the truck and drove out of the vegetable market.

Leaving behind a group of drivers and vegetable vendors who were all selling goods, giving him sidelong glances.

This kind of hero who 'rebelled in anger' was always the most talked about by the common people, no matter the era.

As for the administrators in uniform, their faces were now a little unsightly.

Want to go up and stop the truck?

Even professional con artists wouldn't dare!

Seeing Chen Jue leave the vegetable market, the leading administrator had no choice but to instruct his colleagues: "He's not convinced? If he's not convinced, let the vegetables rot in his truck! You guys take down this kid's license plate number and fine him every time you see him!"

The younger colleagues stammered: "Boss, it seems like he's using a temporary license plate."

The leading administrator: "…"

…

He finally set an alarm and got up early to sell some vegetables, but he didn't expect that plans couldn't keep up with changes, and it was all for nothing.

Looking back at the bustling vegetable market, Chen Jue leaned against the car window and felt a little helpless.

A good project to benefit farmers and support agriculture was turned into such a smoky mess by these so-called administrators, which made him realize that even the best government support would go bad once it was related to money.

The so-called 'it's easier to deal with the King of Hell than a petty devil' probably referred to this kind of situation.

As he was thinking about finding another place to peddle his vegetables, a small electric scooter chased him out of the market.

"Brother! Don't be in such a hurry to leave!"

"I still want your vegetables!"

As soon as the electric scooter stopped, Wu Laosan hurriedly handed over a cigarette.

"Brother, aren't you afraid of those people retaliating if you buy my vegetables?" Chen Jue declined the cigarette and asked curiously. He had already quit smoking after his business failed.

Wu Laosan laughed: "Those guys in dog skin can't control us middlemen! I'm just here to buy vegetables, what can they do to me? They just bully you newcomers who are running goods."

"Once you leave the market, they can't do anything to you!"

"But brother, I have to remind you, there are traffic police and urban management officials nearby who don't allow street vending. If you're worried about the vegetables spoiling, it's best to sell them all to me."

Seeing that Chen Jue was a newbie, Wu Laosan kindly reminded him a few things.

Chen Jue was moved by his words. He didn't expect the waters around this vegetable market to be so deep.

He wasn't afraid of the vegetables spoiling in the truck, with the MC system's backpack, he could harvest a batch and keep it for eternity.

But thinking that this old brother had chased him out to buy vegetables and had given him a lot of advice, Chen Jue immediately thanked him a few times and agreed to sell all the Shanghai greens he had to him.

…

"I say, brother, is this really your first time selling vegetables?"

"You didn't even bring a scale! You're really something!"

Wu Laosan looked convinced and led Chen Jue to a parking lot in the distance on his electric scooter. Then, with a phone call, he summoned a transfer truck.

He had the driver bring an electronic scale and a pile of large transparent plastic bags for packing vegetables.

Chen Jue was a little embarrassed by what was said and scratched his head. While helping to unload the vegetables and weigh them, he explained: "I used to sell iron parts, and the weighing was done on a weighbridge, so I really forgot about this."

Seeing that he was indeed a newbie who had just switched careers, Wu Laosan taught him some things to pay attention to when selling vegetables.

Where to buy plastic bags and wholesale foam boxes, where to apply for certificates and approvals, when vegetables can be sold at the highest price, and so on, were all told to Chen Jue.

A middleman who had been working in the vegetable market for more than ten years could be said to know these inside stories like the back of his hand.

Seeing that Wu Laosan was righteous, Chen Jue was happy to deal with him.

After weighing more than a thousand pounds of Shanghai greens and receiving 1,600 yuan in cash, Chen Jue asked: "Brother San, I have a lot more Shanghai greens coming later, and the quality is about the same. Will you buy them?"

Upon hearing that there was more goods, Wu Laosan immediately perked up: "Buy them! Of course I'll buy them! Your vegetables look good, there isn't even a single wormhole. You can tell they were grown with care. I'll take as much as you have."

Seeing that he had connections, Chen Jue tried to inquire: "Can you handle a few hundred tons a day?"

Wu Laosan's eyes widened, and the cigarette in his mouth trembled: "How… how much? A few hundred tons? Isn't that hundreds of thousands of pounds? Brother, how much land did your family contract!"

Chen Jue revealed a mysterious smile: "We didn't contract any land, but my mother's family is from Wencheng, and several villages of relatives there grow vegetables. As long as you can offer a good price, Brother San, we can sell them all to you."

Wu Laosan took a deep breath of his cigarette. He knew the vegetable farmers in Wencheng.

Most of the vegetable farmers in the Ouhai District who contract land all the way to the suburban areas of Ruixian came from this mountainous area.

Combining the information Chen Jue revealed, he immediately realized that this young man with a local accent had a lot of energy.

So, combining his own channels for supermarkets and community vegetable markets and daily consumption, Wu Laosan began to calculate: "If they are all Shanghai greens of this quality, I can take up to 50,000 pounds a day."

Chen Jue was also quite surprised to hear this number.

50,000 pounds a day, a single-day cash flow of seventy to eighty thousand, and an annual revenue of tens of millions.

To be able to do a middleman to this extent, this Wu Laosan is definitely a talent!

"No wonder he can afford to hire a driver to wait for him to pick up goods from the vegetable market and then transfer them." Chen Jue analyzed in his heart, further confirming the strength of this middle-aged brother.

Because he had heard several uncles mention that there were generally several types of roles for those who came to the vegetable market to sell vegetables.

The lowest level was to contract land to grow vegetables themselves, with a family of several working together to earn hard-earned money, and they could save tens of thousands of yuan a year by relying on the heavens to eat.

Another type was the vegetable farmers who had a little capital and began to turn around, abandoning hard labor and starting to work as wholesalers from simply growing and selling vegetables.

These wholesalers either invested in contracting land and hiring people to grow vegetables, becoming farm owners themselves. Or they used their connections to collect the output of vegetable farmers they knew, and then added a little price to wholesale and resell, like the fat Luo Xian.

There were also two more special types, highly mobile middlemen.

Vegetable vendors from other places who came to run goods with semi-trailers and 9.6-meter trucks, and local buyers like Wu Laosan who had a lot of retail channels.

Although each role had a different division of labor, these people were the most powerful when it came to making money.

Taking Wenzhou's main urban area as an example, with a permanent population of more than three million, the daily consumption of vegetables and fruits was huge, and all of them could not avoid this group of people in the vegetable market.

How terrifying is the economic benefit that can be generated here?

So, after thinking clearly about this point, Chen Jue and Wu Laosan became brothers, added each other's WeChat, and promised to contact each other as soon as the vegetables were produced.

"Without any chemical fertilizers or pesticides, pure green organic vegetables, I don't believe the volume can't run up!" Chen Jue thought to himself.

Because at this time, he already had a clear preliminary sales plan in his mind.

That is to bypass the petty devils in the vegetable market and use a role like Wu Laosan to let the three million permanent residents of Wenzhou's main urban area all eat the MC Shanghai greens he grows!

Even if each person eats only one a day on average, it is enough for him to earn a lot of money.

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