Chapter 2032: Chapter 1770: Old Grapes and Saving Face
The villagers were doing their own little calculations in their heads.
They were pretty shrewd, planning to keep two options open.
Right now they wanted to go talk to the leaders first, see if they could add their fruit in and sell it together?
Wasn’t the issue that their volu was too small?
Small volu is easier to mix in—each family slips in a few orders, doesn’t that get it added in?
They didn’t need 50 a jin, 30 a jin would be fine, and they’d also pick only the good ones, the big ones, not trying to rip anyone off.
The rest they’d just sell at a stall, 10 yuan for three jin.
If this buyer in front of them could bump the price up a bit, giving it all to them would be fine too!
What can you say—people who can mix together tend to think alike. Right now everyone exchanged a look, and in their hearts they were more or less on the sa page.
The buyers were still talking circles with their slick tongues:
"Didn’t we offer this price at the start just so things could be quick and clean? Now great, soone’s co in to do this malicious bidding war, and it’s not like we can’t afford to match—"
"How about this: the ones they’ve already picked out, we’ll still take the leftovers at 3 yuan, and we won’t compete over the rest. How’s that?"
What a coincidence, huh? They had their own abacus in their hearts too.
Three yuan versus 30 sounds like a huge gap, but by deliberately stressing it’s only for the picked-over leftovers, it fuzzed up the price difference.
They figured each of these villagers probably had at least tens of thousands of jin left over after picking, right?
Judging from what was shown in the livestream, the quality would still hold up.
Later if they cleaned it up and sold it to boutique supermarkets, the profit margin would be sky-high.
Way better than them sitting here for three days and ending up with nothing, right?
After all, the ti would be wasted, and it’s not like you can really sell just grape stems.
Both sides were pretty tempted by the terms the other was putting on the table.
In the end, with that 30-yuan price hanging out there, even if each family could sell just a hundred or two hundred jin, that’s already several thousand yuan.
They only planted a small patch of grapes, and usually didn’t even take care of it much; in the end their costs were pitifully low, so they definitely couldn’t miss out on those few thousand yuan.
The villager in the lead mulled it over for a while:
"How about this, we already agreed the livestream host would sell these grapes for us, we can’t just say quit and quit. We’ll go talk to the leaders first. If it works out, then no matter what the grapes look like in the orchards, you’ll still take them at 3 yuan a jin, right?"
The smile at the corner of the buyer’s mouth stiffened a little.
In business, who doesn’t have eight hundred little sches in their head?
They had set the price at 3 yuan, but if the grape quality really was top-notch, wouldn’t they naturally bump it up to 8 or 10?
Yet the other side just agreed to it like that.
But thinking about all those people going crazy buying in the livestream today, and the orders shooting up like crazy, the three of them also felt their heads buzzing. At this mont they gritted their teeth and nodded: "Deal!"
As long as it’s a deal, that’s fine.
The villagers were very satisfied too, feeling they’d found a safety net, so once again they marched off to the family canteen, full of vigor.
When they’d walked a bit farther, they whispered:
"This ti we really have to talk properly with the leaders. It’s not like there’s no one to buy our grapes, so they’ve got to arrange sothing for us."
"Yeah, that helping-the-farrs thing can’t just help the big households. It’s us small families that are even more strapped for cash."
...
anwhile, in the family canteen, Song Tan watched as the leaders ordered several extra dishes, packed them up right there to be sent to the security guards, and then invited Yan Ran and the others to join the table as well...
Their thoughtfulness and attention to detail really were on point!
Now the place was packed with people, a huge table filled up, and because everyone kept pushing the main seat back and forth, Song Tan’s brows twitched; she was getting a bit impatient.
The leaders from Baiyun County were very perceptive. Seeing that they truly didn’t care about that formality, they sat down decisively at once:
"We’ve all been tired out all day, no need for all that empty ceremony. Eat when it’s ti to eat, drink when it’s ti to drink! There’s no big fish or at here, just so local specialty dishes for us to try sothing new."
Qiaoqiao knew adults loved this kind of routine. In the village, banquets were often like this, and he was used to it.
Now that everyone was finally seated and soone picked up chopsticks, he imdiately followed suit.
He’d already had plenty of good food; now it was just sothing new, not sothing he craved. So he just slowly ate the dishes, thinking about going back and telling Seventh Uncle properly about the local specialties here.
For Yan Ran and the others who usually ate in the canteen, even though Master Jiang’s cooking was good, trying sothing different once in a while counted as a change of flavor!
"Wow! It’s actually sweet-and-sour pig’s trotters—no idea how they made it, but it’s not greasy at all!"
"Qiaoqiao, try this! Don’t know if you’ll be used to it where we are. If it tastes good, we’ll have Master Jiang make it next ti."
Most of the people at the table were young, and they started chattering away about the dishes. The leaders listened and felt very pleased:
"You really are experts, sharp eyes! This is exactly our local specialty. There’s only sweet vinegar in there, none of that other ssy seasoning..."
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