Chapter 6: Making Big Money

Inside the small room.

Song Yanxi, with tearful eyes, pulled Chen Pingsheng aside, "Husband, did you go act in the lake in such cold weather?"

"Yeah, Zhao told you, huh?"

Chen Pingsheng pulled her over to the bed, chuckled, and said, "Yanxi, let's not talk about that right now, take a look at how much money I made today."

Ding, your Alipay account has received 14,000 yuan.

Song Yanxi was startled, her eyes went wide,

"How is this possible, husband, where did you make so much money in just one day?"

More than ten thousand in a day, the concept was already beyond her imagination.

At this rate, wouldn't her family be able to buy a house after the New Year?

Chen Pingsheng patted her perky butt, mysteriously said,

"Wife, although I know you're excited, I have to warn you in advance to get used to your husband making big money."

She had to get used to it indeed. Song Yanxi, who was just feeling sorry for him a moment ago, was now thinking about how to spend all that money.

Years of frugality had made her accustomed to saving whenever possible.

With such a sudden increase in income, she was somewhat not used to it.

"Husband, my mom called. She wants us to celebrate the New Year at her place."

"Let's go then. It's no big deal."

"But..."

Song Yanxi, thinking of her husband being the butt of jokes every time they went there, instinctively wanted to refuse.

Chen Pingsheng, holding her hand, comforted her, "There are still more than ten days until then. Let's work hard. By then, we'll have bought a house and see who dares to laugh at us."

The daily life of an ordinary couple is that simple; every day, they think about how to make money and how to lead a better life.

Song Yanxi bit her lip, thinking about yesterday's crazy half hour, and suddenly with today's excitement, she really craved for that again.

After all, she was still a young woman of twenty-five.

Happy thoughts brought her cravings, and Chen Pingsheng quickly began tugging at her tight jeans.

Soon, she was like a little white lamb.

Little An'an was still outside, watching the Teletubbies, the volume turned up high, and she didn't dare to turn it down.

She just snuggled in his arms, munching on a bag of chips.

The next day finally stopped raining.

His tricycle finally had an opportunity to shine, as they lived near Shougang, a super large state-owned enterprise among the world's top 500 companies.

The pedestrian flow was huge.

He usually had many spots to sell his goods, and Chen Pingsheng called on his childhood friend Young Marshal, and the two of them rode two tricycles to get their supplies.

For street vendors like them, durian had the highest unit price, and naturally, the highest profit.

But, you could say there was a knack to it as well.

The price of fruit fluctuates greatly, like durians which were 600 yuan per box a week ago, roughly thirty pounds.

Averaged out to about twenty-one pounds per piece.

These past few days, it had risen to 700 yuan each, roughly five to six per box, the price increased by one hundred yuan in just a few days.

Durians sell well during the New Year, and the prices are higher.

When they arrived at the fruit wholesale market, there were so many cars.

High-demand New Year fruits like durians, those who only took one or two boxes basically got no attention.

Chen Pingsheng took out his phone; after all, he had been mixing in this circle for a few years and knew quite a few people.

"Old Guo, do you still have stock?"

"Yeah, how much do you want?"

"What's the price?"

Under normal circumstances, like them, it wouldn't be possible to take goods directly in this way; street fruit sellers understand.

Fruit has a shelf life, durians included.

If a durian cracks open to a certain extent and can't be sold, wholesale merchants must unload them at a low price.

Otherwise, it could easily backfire on me.

This kind of low-priced durian is where the real money is at.

Of course, during the New Year period, there's no worry about not being able to sell durians, but he had to do the same as those fruit shop owners.

Pick and buy normally.

Old Guo usually looked sloppy, spending all day in his truck, yet he was actually a big boss.

Not to mention the others, many of the major wholesalers who got their stock from him paid him on a quarterly basis.

At the end of a quarter, the owed payments could amount to as much as tens of millions.

How could he keep things running without real strength?

Old Guo just had a small storefront, mainly selling goods off his nine-meter-six long truck.

Now, there were only a small section left, probably two or three hundred pieces.

"Boss Guo, business is booming for you!"

"It's all thanks to you guys taking care of me."

Old Guo, in his early forties, had been all over the place when he was young, and it was only ten years ago that he laid down roots in Capital City to do fruit wholesale.

Now, he had a net worth of at least tens of millions, and the quality of his durians was quite good.

Chen Pingsheng offered him a Laobaisha cigarette, "What's the price today?"

"For the last bit, I can give it to you for six hundred eight each."

That was twenty less per piece than the usual price, and Chen Ping wasn't too satisfied. He smiled and said, "How about six hundred each if I take all the ones in your truck?"

"There are still two or three hundred pieces here, can you handle all of that?"

Every year around the New Year, the price of durians is bound to increase.

This time, Chen Ping was hoping to make a big bet. If it worked out, he would have all the money he needed to buy a house.

"Just a few hundred pieces, I'm sure I can manage if I push myself."

"Okay then, let's load up the goods."

To get the lowest price in the fruit market, clearing out the leftover stock is the most direct method.

Four people cleared the stock together, and there were a total of 321 pieces. At six hundred each, that was around a hundred and ninety thousand.

Chen Pingsheng called Song Yanxi to handle the transaction.

He'd often stockpiled goods like this before, just never this much at once.

This was his biggest gamble yet.

Song Yanxi made the transaction quickly, and Old Guo helped move the goods directly to the external warehouse.

That place allowed for temporary rentals, designed to accommodate stockpiling.

Chen Ping didn't plan on selling right away; he intended to hoard this batch for three or four days, waiting for the price of durians to surge again.

Still, he decided to send a message in advance in the moving group chat.

Young Marshal: "Old Chen is aiming big, snapping up two hundred thousand worth of durians in one go, brothers, get ready to clear stock!"

General: "Triple six, no problem, in a few days we'll all help Boss Chen move the stock."

Village Flower is Mine: "I'll take thirty pieces first, nobody compete with me."

Remaining Life to Strive: "I should be able to sell fifty pieces."

Having brothers is great; there's no way he could have sold all that stock by himself.

With everyone's help, it wouldn't be stressful at all.

Two days later, Young Marshal sent a message in the group chat that the market price of durians had risen to seven hundred and fifty each.

Another couple of days went by, and just before the Little New Year's Eve, a blizzard directly drove the price of durians up to eight hundred and fifty each.

Chen Ping was so excited he was jumping up and down; just by hoarding the goods for a few days, he was set to make a clean profit of thirty to forty thousand.

And it was quite possible that no one else would have been able to get their hands on any stock.

The price fluctuation of durians is no secret in the market.

However, even Chen Ping hadn't expected the price to hike up so drastically in just a few days.

On Little New Year's Eve, he immediately began to move his stock. In the moving group chat, six people came with six three-wheeled bikes, all to help him sell his goods.