In Lu Zhicheng’s words, those people lack reverence for tea.
And he was different.
He has loved tea all his life, and relying on tea, he has become a relatively well-known and wealthy entrepreneur in the local area, so he has a passionate affection for tea.
He feels that the premise of making money is to make tea well first, and only the money earned in this way can he feel at ease.
It is precisely because of this love and awe that he has never been able to find a real chance to get rich overnight.
And those scammers are different. They may sell tens of thousands of orders a day for an order of 50 tea leaves, and easily make millions of profits in one night.
Sometimes seeing these people make a lot of money, Lu Zhicheng will lose confidence in the tea industry. He feels that most industries will form an embarrassing situation where bad money drives out good money.
If you don’t want to become bad money, you can only be expelled by bad money.
Instead of this, it is better to cash out and leave the market as soon as possible.
But cashing out is not as simple as imagined.
Just like a steamed stuffed bun shop, the boss has worked hard for a year, and although he can earn hundreds of thousands, the boss wants to sell the steamed stuffed bun shop at ten times the PE, that is, sell it at the profit price of the next ten years, and sell it directly. It’s more than one million, that’s just a dream, and you can’t even eat a fart.
Today’s dealer meeting, Lu Zhicheng suffered another big blow.
Those agents have asked to reduce the purchase discount, from the original 50% discount to 40% discount, and said that if the group does not agree, they will reduce or even stop the purchase.
Don’t underestimate the difference in this discount. If something worth 50 yuan is discounted to 40 yuan, it means that it has been discounted by 20%.
Normally, Lu Zhicheng would have gotten angry in front of the agent, but he still suppressed his anger, and promised the dealer that he would seriously consider their proposal.
Sitting in the office, Lu Zhicheng dared to scold his mother behind his back, scolding these dealers for crossing rivers and tearing down bridges.
At this time, Lu Zhicheng’s son, Lu Youfeng knocked on the door: “Dad, can I come in?”
Lu Zhicheng rubbed his temples and said, “Come in.”
Lu Youfeng opened the door and came in. Seeing his father’s face was not good, he quickly and carefully closed the door, and then he said indignantly: “Dad! These dealers are too fucking worthless. The purchase price is 40% off, so why don’t we Aren’t you going to drink the northwest wind?”
Lu Zhicheng said helplessly: “There is no way, these people who came today are at least agents above the prefecture-level city. They are our ancestors now, and we dare not offend any one of them, let alone they are now in a group. If you do, then you won’t be able to offend me even more.”