Vol 3 Chapter 8: Dad talked about the big list

Sato asked directly, but Feng Zhenchang answered not so readily, "Let’s go, eat first. We will talk about this question after going to the scene tomorrow."

Regardless of the perception of the Japanese, the dinner preparation is very generous, and a few dishes are very common, but they can't be bought in the city, such as the hare and pheasant sent by Brother Dongzheng. , Things that are absolutely naturally raised, especially pheasants, have not been seen in the mountains for many years, and now they have finally appeared again.

Brother Dongzheng still said with a smile, "Should I go grab a snake and cook the soup?" Not to mention what the Japanese would think, Feng Yiping shook his hands.

If you are ready to bring it back, he can still eat it without telling what it is. If you have to tell in advance what it is, Feng Yiping dare not eat it no matter how good it tastes.

The same is true for the wine you drank. It’s just the rice wine steamed last year. Even the koji is natural. It has no chemicals. It has been left for nearly a year. It is thick and mellow. Just one. Although it is not on the top, it is strong. Big.

After three cups, Sato had a big tongue, "This wine, good!"

Three Japanese people drank slightly, fell asleep with the sound of frogs on their pillows, and slept well, but when the dawn was twilight, someone knocked on the door.

Feng Zhenchang took the three young ones, Gao Zhiyi and Xiao Jiang, who were already neatly dressed, waiting downstairs, and said to a few sleepy Japanese people, “I’ll be cooler in the morning. Let’s go. Let’s take you to the field. Look,"

The mist shrouded the distant mountains, and the increasingly modernized small mountain villages in the ravines have woken up. Many people’s roofs are already lit by cooking smoke. On the stone slabs by the pond, several mother-in-laws are sitting on small stools. , Talking about the parents, washing clothes.

The brothers Wenhua and Wenhui just drove the chicken out of the house. They were still holding a gourd scoop containing millet in their hands. When they saw Feng Zhenchang leading a group of people walking back, they screamed and ran over. It just so happens that they can help watch those little guys.

There are already people working in the land beside the 塆, and there are more people in the vegetable garden. They always do what they need to do before going to work while it is cool.

Feng Zhenchang greeted them, and kept taking everyone forward, into the field in front. Brother Dongzheng was busy turning the ground with a hoe, and there was a load of earthen basket beside him, "Here,"

Feng Zhenchang nodded, "This is the land that is going to be used to grow radishes, as well as the above," he pointed to the land on the surrounding hillsides, "These are all, but our kind of radishes are autumn radishes. After some genius You can sow,"

Sato and the others listened, and then they understood why Feng Zhenchang had that expression when he heard their question yesterday.

"Look, it's all farmyard manure," Brother Dongzheng dug a **** in the ground, revealing the fertilizer inside, "it's useless a little bit of fertilizer,"

Sato looked at and nodded, "Okay! Hard work!"

Follow the actions of Brother Dongzheng. He just couldn't understand it. He raised his **** and dug up the small **** next to him. What was this going to do?

Go down a few hoes. The bottom was not soil, but yellow mud. After digging a hole, Feng Yiping went up to help break the yellow mud off, revealing the radish hidden inside. This turned out to be a radish cellar.

Feng Zhenchang took out one from inside. Peel off the skin, cut a small piece and give it to Sato and the others, "Try it,"

Sato and the others tasted it, and it really tasted good. The kind of dried radish they bought should be made of this kind of radish.

This will take effort. Feng Yiping and the others dug another cellar three or four meters ahead, and Feng Zhenchang took out another one and asked them to taste it. The taste is much worse. If it is sugarcane, it is chewed. The bagasse afterwards, as the old saying goes, is a bit chaff.

In fact, it's easy to say, this kind of radish after bolting, which is what everyone calls hollow radish.

"Understood?" Feng Zhenchang looked at Sato and asked.

Sato nodded, "This kind of good thing is for us,"

"Yes, not only are the raw materials good, only the best piece in the middle is used to make this batch of yours, and the scraps that taste a little less are discarded. In this way, there will be more processes and packaging during production. The package for you is the best package. In short, it’s all dried radishes, but the quality can be said to be heaven and earth. For you, everything is the best."

This is of course the argument he discussed with his son. The main difference between the domestic market and the export market is that the domestic market is not as regular as the export market, and each has the same shape.

Feng Zhenchang clapped his hands, "We don’t want to use greenhouses for planting. We only plant one season a year. Now the output is limited. Domestic sales are in short supply. For export, there are already customers in Korea. So, I hope you can settle down as soon as possible. The share that can be left to you at the time is certainly not much."

Feng Zhenchang is very familiar with these methods that he usually uses when discussing business. The Korean customers he is talking about are completely fictitious. However, when the autumn fair next month, it is not difficult to find a few.

These half-truths made a few Japanese people have nothing to say. At breakfast, Feng Yiping said again, “If you think that this kind of high-end residents of your country don’t like it, and the sales may be poor, that’s okay. You can consider purchasing the ordinary one."

Sato immediately said, "No, this is good, we want this, but at this price, I sincerely hope that there will be some discount."

For merchants, the purchase price is actually not important, but whether they can create high profits is important. If the purchase price is high and the selling price is also high, then they are not so sensitive to the purchase price, especially Feng Zhenchang and the others. The production is limited, but the market is in short supply.

Feng Yiping pretended to discuss with his father for a while, Feng Zhenchang said, "The profit of a food factory like ours is really very meager. However, considering that Mr. Sato has come all the way, I have to say something. ,"

"Well, let's take a one-year period. If the amount purchased by your company reaches one million U.S. dollars within this year, we are willing to give your company two points of rebate, which can be regarded as our heart. What do you think? "

Feng Zhenchang seems relaxed, but actually nervous. If he talks about this business, then he will plant carrots in the surrounding villages. This is a good opportunity to benefit Sangzi.

This is also how Feng Yiping didn't let the two factory directors come. If they were there, it would be nervous.

"Five hundred thousand, five points, excess, six points, more than one million, eight points," Sato immediately bargained. Feng Zhenchang's thoughts were not enough for him.

"We are not the dishes in the restaurant, it is really a meager profit, one million, two and five." Just a counter-offer! Feng Zhenchang had a bottom in his heart, and the condition was so bitter.

One wants to buy ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the other wants to sell. After bargaining for a long time, it was finally settled, with a rebate of 1 million and a limit of five points. Of course, it must be non-rebate, and it is still a return.

Holding the contract in his hand, watching the car over the hills after the village, Feng Zhenchang could no longer suppress his inner joy, "Go, tell your mother, I will call your uncle, uncle, and uncle to come home at noon eat,"

The two factory directors next to him were still a bit disbelief, holding those pieces of paper, "Is this one million dollars?"

The fourth uncle, who heard the news, was too slow to walk, so he ran over on a bicycle, "How much can I talk about?"

"One million," Feng Zhenchang said with a smile, and then added the word, "Dollar!"

"Then this is, to mobilize several villages to grow radishes together!"

Following that, my mother ran over too, panting. She wanted to confirm in person, "Is it true what they said in Yiping?"

When I went home at noon, there were all kinds of congratulations all the way, Feng Zhenchang smiled, that brilliant! (To be continued.)