pjbooks Chapter 82 Preparing, injured?
Chapter 82 Preparing, injured?
The four of them went downstairs together, each carrying a heavy plastic bag.
It's filled with all-naturally grown vegetables.
While vegetables are readily available everywhere, organic vegetables are not so easy to find.
Moreover, Chen Huai'an's words were already quite straightforward.
Selling vegetables isn't about making money; it's about building relationships and getting to know each other better.
You could actually give it away for free, but people tend to subconsciously perceive free items as cheap.
Selling them at the price of ordinary vegetables will make people feel like they're getting a great deal.
Furthermore, they felt that this young man was good at handling things, which greatly improved their positive impression of him.
Chen Huai'an and Lin Wan escorted them downstairs and put everything from the bags into the trunk of the Maybach.
Passersby from many nearby residential areas looked on with curiosity.
Everyone was curious why the boss, who drove a Maybach, would come to such an old and dilapidated neighborhood.
Moreover, the car owner was very polite to the two young men!
"Take care, you two."
"Young Chen, this old man is truly grateful to you!"
"See you tonight, brother and sister-in-law!"
See you tonight.
Chen Huai'an and Lin Wan waved and watched the Maybach drive out of the community gate before turning their attention away.
"Let's go home, we should get ready."
"it is good."
The two smiled at each other and turned to go back to their rented room.
In addition to preparing lunch, they also had to prepare things for the evening.
Chen Huai'an has spent all the funds and is now short of money.
Otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to afford to buy a boat.
Now that new antiques have arrived, it's time to prepare for the next auction.
He has already contacted Feng Chaoyang, and the time is set for 8 PM tonight.
The location was still an antique shop.
Once an agreement is signed, payment will be made according to the agreed-upon terms afterward.
The two returned home and got busy with their own things.
Lin Wan cooks and prepares meals, skillfully using a rice cooker.
Then clean the pig intestines repeatedly, scraping off all the fat from the inner walls.
Only after confirming there was no strange smell was it put into the pot to braise.
The reason for making this dish is that Chen Huai'an likes this cold braised pork intestines when the two of them eat out.
The wild boar intestines we brought this time will naturally come in handy.
After braising, slice it, then prepare the sauce and pour it over it, and garnish with a few chopped green onions.
Judging from its appearance, it looks delicious.
Then I cut off a piece of pork and made braised pork.
Served with a vegetable and vermicelli soup, the delicious meal is ready.
It has both meat and vegetables, so it can definitely be considered a feast.
Chen Huai'an sat on the sofa, intently organizing the antiques.
More than a dozen antiques were displayed on the coffee table, all of which were to be sent over for auction that evening.
There seem to be a lot of items, but none of them are actually of high value.
Based on the opinions of experts within the organization and a search of prices for similar items, the value ranges from 300,000 to 500,000.
This is why Du Hengtai would say something to the owner of Aimei Department Store.
Although the three bosses brought out some items, none of them were valuable.
Some even suspect that what they presented wasn't their own collection at all.
Otherwise, how can we explain that the antiques traded by three top billionaires are all cheap goods?
It is highly likely that they sent people out specifically to make a temporary acquisition for the purpose of the transaction.
So after Du Hengtai gave him a hint, Boss Gu brought out two pretty good items.
One of the jade necklaces, which originated from the imperial court, is priceless.
However, most of them are still cheap goods.
Chen Huai'an sat on the sofa, classifying the items according to the labels and annotations, and matching them with the items to be sent for auction.
Since we sell some high-end items, we can also get rid of the less valuable ones.
For Chen Huai'an now, antiques worth three to five hundred thousand yuan are simply beneath his notice.
Lin Wan served two bowls of rice and said, "Time to eat."
Upon hearing the call, Chen Huai'an put down the blue-glazed porcelain bottle in his hand and hurriedly went to wash his hands.
I've been busy all morning and I'm really hungry.
The aroma wafting in the air had already made my mouth water.
Now that they hear it's time to eat, they can't wait to sit down at the table.
The two exchanged a smile: "Let's eat."
Chen Huai'an picked up his chopsticks and habitually picked up some green vegetables to whet his appetite before reaching for the braised pork intestines.
This is one of his favorite dishes, and he usually can only buy it ready-made outside.
Or you can only eat this dish after you get home.
Unexpectedly, Lin Wan secretly copied it.
Although it doesn't taste as good as when it's mealtime, it tastes more like home.
The two sat at the table, chatting quietly as they enjoyed their lunch, making the dilapidated and cold rented room feel like home.
After dinner, they cleaned up and washed the dishes together, and Chen Huai'an quite enjoyed the experience.
Neither of them went out in the afternoon; they stayed home and prepared for the evening.
We compared and calculated several items together, checked the packaging, and carefully put them into our backpacks.
Ring ring.
Suddenly, the cell phone on the coffee table started vibrating and ringing.
Chen Huai'an picked up his phone and was stunned when he saw the name displayed on the screen.
Luneng, my former boss.
However, after submitting his resignation, he was no longer in a position to interfere.
"Could something have gone wrong with that batch of canned goods?"
Chen Huai'an muttered to himself in confusion, wondering why his former boss had suddenly contacted him.
After having the money in hand, he had already paid the second deposit.
According to the agreement, he can pick up the goods on any day before December 31.
However, since they've called, we should just ask them directly.
A finger lightly traced a line, and a slightly ingratiating voice came through the hands-free connection.
"Huai'an, there's something I need to discuss with you."
"Discuss?" Chen Huai'an frowned. "Is there a problem with the canned goods?"
Shandong Luneng quickly explained, "No, no, the canned food is fine, you can rest assured!"
This batch of goods has tied up a lot of capital, and as the boss, I care about it more than anyone else.
"The canned food is fine, so what do you need to discuss with me?"
Shandong Luneng hurriedly explained: "Manager Liu is injured. This morning around 9 a.m., he fell off a ladder while moving cans in the warehouse and fractured his right hand. He needs to rest for a month and I'm afraid he won't be able to continue working."
After a slight hesitation, he cautiously said, "Could you possibly make an exception and find someone else to take over, so as not to delay the delivery?"
"Fatty Liu fell?" Chen Huai'an was taken aback, not expecting that they were discussing this.
Actually, I deliberately made Fatty Liu erase the date as a form of harassment and revenge.
It's been a week already, and that guy is really suffering.
It's said that she wears plasters on her waist and neck every day while she's at work.
Five hundred thousand bottles—that would be the death of him!
However, faced with the high salary offered by the company, he did not have the courage to resign.
With the economy in a downturn, I don't know if I can find a job with the same salary after resigning.
So he could only grit his teeth and persevere, sitting in the warehouse every day wiping bottle caps.
Because of the surveillance cameras overhead, he didn't dare to slack off, let alone ask for help.
Applying plasters from day to night is bound to make your neck and back look like they're covered in plasters.
If I were to actually use up all 500,000 bottles, I'd probably develop a herniated disc.
Chen Huai'an pursed his lips, asking suspiciously, "He's not faking it, is he?"
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