The fortune teller who set up a stall became the first strategist of the Republic of China

In the hotel lobby, the crystal chandelier casts a blurry light and shadow.

Gao Qingqiu sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Beside him stood a monk in a robe.

The monk held the Buddhist beads in his hand, his brows lowered.

But there is a calmness that comes from a person who has a deep understanding of the world.

The hotel owner had beads of sweat on his forehead.

Although he had a smile on his face, his heart was beating fast.

"Mr. Gao, your price of 500 yuan per plate of pickled mustard greens is really low."

The hotel owner rubbed his hands and said carefully,

"Look, prices are going up like a rocket these days.

I won't make much money selling it at this price.

In the future you will have to pay back even your original capital.

In my opinion, if you can raise the price to 800 yuan per plate,

From now on, the wine in my shop will continue to be available to you.

But if it doesn't work out, the wine sales agreement we signed last time,

I'm afraid it will be yellow.

I can keep the wine for myself and earn some extra money, right?

I can’t do a business that will lose money.”

Gao Qingqiu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him with a half-smile:

"Oh, boss, I can hear the movement of your abacus beads clearly from here.

So you're sure I can't live without your wine, right? "

He paused, his eyes suddenly sharp.

"But don't scare me.

Without your wine, I can't find another place to buy it?"

When the hotel owner heard this, he panicked.

I could barely hold the smile on my face.

But still stubbornly dealing with it:

"Master Gao, please don't say that.

There are many people doing wine business in the small town.

But in terms of quality and friendship, who can compare with me?

We have been cooperating for so long and everything has been going smoothly.

It's not worth breaking up over such a small disagreement."

As he spoke, he took a few steps closer and lowered his voice.

"To be honest, several restaurants have been eyeing my wine recently.

The bids were higher than the last.

I didn't give in.

I'm thinking of working with you, Mr. Gao, to revitalize this pickled mustard greens business."

Gao Qingqiu sneered:

"Hmph, revitalize? I think you want to take advantage of me and make some extra money.

If someone else offers a higher price, you can just sell it.

I don't have to worry about the market for my pickled mustard greens."

The hotel owner stamped his feet anxiously.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead:

"Master Gao, Master Gao! I'm a fool and said the wrong thing.

I really like your pickled mustard greens.

This is the only one of its kind in this small town, it is bound to become very popular in the future.

But the cost is there.

Transportation, warehousing, which one is free?

At 500 yuan a plate, I really don’t make any money.

How about this, 700 yuan, just raise your hand,

I also give in.

From now on, the wine will be charged at the purchase price.

Just consider it a loss to gain publicity and make you a friend."

Gao Qingqiu folded his arms across his chest, unmoved:

"700 yuan? That's just for beggars.

You also know how rare this pickled mustard greens is.

Other restaurants couldn't grab it even if they wanted to.

I supply you with goods out of consideration for our past friendship.

You are so good, using wine to control me, and your abacus is clanging loudly."

Seeing Gao Qingqiu's tough attitude,

The hotel owner gritted his teeth:

"Okay, Mr. Gao, I admit defeat! 750 yuan,

It can't go any higher, this is my limit.

If it goes any higher, my business will really collapse."

Gao Qingqiu raised his eyebrows and stared at him:

"Whether it collapses or not is your business.

Stop crying poor in front of me.

800 yuan, not a cent less.

If we can't reach an agreement today,

The liquor sales agreement is immediately voided.

Don’t even think about taking a piece of pickled mustard greens from me again.”

The hotel owner's face turned pale.

I have been struggling for a long time.

After weighing the pros and cons, I finally lost my temper.

Slumped shoulders:

"Okay, okay, Master Gao, I'll take your price. Eight hundred is eight hundred!"

"Humph, I guess you are sensible."

Gao Qingqiu snorted coldly.

"Since we have agreed, let's not delay.

Sign the contract in black and white.

It saves us from future hassles.”

As he said this, he raised his chin towards the hotel owner.

The hotel owner immediately shouted behind him:

"Secretary, go and draft two contracts, quick!"

The secretary received the order and ran to the office.

After a while,

He came out holding two brand new contracts.

Hand it to the boss.

The boss took it and scanned it several times.

After confirming that it is correct,

Handed it to Gao Qingqiu with both hands,

With a flattering smile on his face:

"Master Gao, please take a look, the terms are clearly written.

Your satisfaction is guaranteed.”

Gao Qingqiu took it and glanced through it.

Then he handed it to the monk beside him:

"Master, take a look too."

The monk raised his eyes, put his hands together and bowed slightly.

He laughed and said, "Amitabha, I know nothing about commercial contracts.

Donor Gao, please make the decision yourself."

Gao Qingqiu signed,

The hotel owner also signed with trembling hands.

At this time, the monk approached Gao Qingqiu and whispered:

"Donor Gao, this transaction is quite large.

The hotel owner seemed to agree.

But there is no guarantee that there is no hidden intention,

In the future, you must be more careful when transferring money or goods."

Gao Qingqiu nodded slightly and responded in a low voice:

"Master, rest assured, I know what's going on.

If he dares to play tricks,

There was no place for him to stay in the small town from now on.

It's just this method of transporting goods by air,

I'm afraid I'll shock others later.

I hope the master can come and keep order when the time comes."

The monk put his hands together:

"Amitabha,

Although monks do not get involved in worldly affairs too much,

But since I have accompanied the donor here,

It will protect the donors.

The donor is free to do what he wants."

Gao Qingqiu sat down with his horse and sword in hand:

"Okay, be quick.

I'll wait here.

Once the payment arrives, the pickled mustard greens will be shipped to you immediately."

After that, he and the monk found an empty seat.

Wait quietly.

The monk put his hands together.

There are words in the mouth,

Seems to be praying for this deal.

After a while,

Gao Qingqiu's phone vibrated.

The bank sent a text message notifying that 4 million yuan had arrived.

He raised his eyes and looked at the hotel owner:

"The bill has arrived, boss, your efficiency is pretty good.

Next, you have to find me a large venue.

I have quite a lot of pickled mustard greens.

It won’t do if there’s no place to put it.”

The hotel owner dared not neglect it.

Lead the way yourself,

Gao Qingqiu and the monk were taken to an abandoned factory area one kilometer away from the hotel.

The factory gate is rusty.

It made a "creaking" sound when it was pushed open.

But the space inside is spacious.

It is more than enough to park hundreds of large vehicles.

"Master Gao, do you think this is okay?

It has been abandoned for a long time.

But the place is spacious,

Keep it safe and you can put down your pickled mustard greens."

The boss said with a smile.

Gao Qingqiu looked around.

Nodding with satisfaction:

"Okay, here it is."

After saying that, he reached out and gently pushed the hotel owner out.

The boss staggered a few steps.

Doubtful.

Gao Qingqiu didn't care.

After he closed the door,

Use your right index finger to draw a door in front of you.

This door is shiny.

Behind this door appeared the warehouse of the pickled vegetable factory.

Then Gao Qingqiu moved the pickled mustard greens factory with his mind.

The 50 jars of pickled mustard greens in the warehouse,

All transferred to this warehouse.

The monk stared with wide eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the entire warehouse was filled with

The cartons are stacked neatly.

It exudes a savory aroma.

The monk stood there in shock.

It took a while to come back to my mind.

He stepped forward and opened the lid of a cardboard box.

Take out a piece of pickled mustard greens,

took a bite,

The salty and fresh taste spreads on the tip of the tongue.

His eyes widened.

His face was filled with shock:

"Amitabha, benefactor Gao, this is the only method I have ever seen in my life!"

Gao Qingqiu clapped his hands, looking relaxed:

"Master, to survive in troubled times, you need some unusual means. Haha."

Gao Qingqiu opened the door and said:

"Boss, the goods have been sold. From now on, it depends on your sales.

If you destroy the sign, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The hotel owner was already shocked.

He said tremblingly:

"Don't worry, Mr. Gao, there are such rare pickled mustard greens.

It will be a big seller.

I'll go back and arrange the distribution.

I’ll make sure all the diners in the city get to taste this delicacy!”

"I hope so."

Gao Qingqiu stood with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the warehouse full of pickled mustard tubers,

A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.