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"Oh?"

A strange look appeared on Ying Zheng's face.

This was the first time he had seen such a method of selling, and he was immediately curious.

"Then wouldn't the people be disgusted by what he did?”

Ying Zheng smiled and said,

"If someone were to react to this kind of thing, wouldn't they be scolded?”

"His reputation will also decline!”

It had to be said that Ying Zheng was indeed the King of Qin. He was sharp when it came to looking at problems, and he immediately grasped the drawback of hunger marketing--

In the future, merchants who were good at hunger marketing were called the Monkey King. This was naturally not a good term.

The wanton hunger marketing was actually squandering the people's enthusiasm for consumption on a large scale.

If it went overboard, it would be easy to die and even be despised by tens of thousands of people!

"This general was also a little puzzled at first, but later I thought it through.”

Zhang Han's expression relaxed a little, and he smiled,

"This shop owner Qin Feng has found a very good reason!”

"He didn't sell it not because he wanted to cover up the price, but because he didn't have enough production. He said that the orders had been lined up for half a month, or even a month!”

"In this way, even if everyone complains in their hearts, they can't be too harsh.”

" As for why there are them in the black market, I guess…"

……

In Zhangtai Palace, when Zhang Han and Ying Zheng were discussing brown sugar…

Somewhere in Xianyang City.

This was the depths of the market. On the surface, it was a tavern, but in secret, it ran a gambling den business.

In the deepest part of the gambling den, a door was opened, and there was actually a world inside!

The black market!

This place was filled with all kinds of secret transactions. It was a gray area in the strict laws of the Qin country.

Things that couldn't be bought on the surface could be bought here!

This was also the place where intelligence dealers and human traffickers frequently operated. Every transaction might be bloody and evil.

Pa!

"Master Zhong!"

Inside the black market, the shopkeeper's eyes lit up when he saw the newcomer. He came forward to welcome him and said warmly,

"You're finally here! Many customers are waiting anxiously!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up! How much brown sugar did he bring this time? Let me see?"

Zhong Sheng sneered.

In the past, even if he wanted to enter this black market, he was not qualified!

Even if they managed to sneak in, they would be ridiculed by this condescending shopkeeper and chased out.

But now, the other party's attitude had taken a 180-degree turn!

Of course, this was not because this guy had changed his personality, but because he had something that the other party was envious of!

"I'm not Godfather. I'm just helping Godfather Qin.”

Zhong Sheng lifted the box in his hand to the counter and said firmly,

"Let's trade!"

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up as he led Zhong Sheng into the secret room.

The black market was a mix of good and bad people, and there were always people conducting secret transactions.

In order to avoid being targeted by others, the real transaction would be carried out in the secret room alone.

Inside the secret chamber.

"Just these few pieces?"

The black market manager counted the goods and frowned in dissatisfaction,

"Didn't I say that you'll give me at least 20 yuan?”

"You only have 10 yuan here. How am I supposed to report to the bosses? Are we still going to do business?"

Inside the wooden box were ten brown sugar bricks.

"I'll give you as much as you want?”

Zhong Sheng sneered and said rudely,

"That's all! Godfather Qin doesn't allow us to take too much. Otherwise, it will disrupt the market and be detrimental to our family's long-term business!”

"It's only 10 yuan, and I can't guarantee a stable supply every day!”

"Do you want it? If you don't want me to leave!"

He couldn't be too polite to the people from the Black Market. He had to put on an arrogant and despotic look!

Since I'm here, I'm your master!

Whatever I say!

Only by doing so would he not be cheated by these sinister people.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes…"

The shopkeeper quickly put away the wooden box and smiled fawningly.

"Master Zhong, you don't know that those high-ranking officials and nobles nowadays like this!”

"If we compare, we'll be willing to pay no matter how much money we have! As long as we arrange it for them!"

"The taste of brown sugar is secondary. The main thing is to save face!”

Zhong Sheng nodded.

What couldn't the nobles in Xianyang eat?

In terms of sweetness, they had a professional beekeeper to supply them with honey. The brown sugar was just for the sake of freshness.

But why were they all so enthusiastic?

I can't be compared to you. I have to have it too!

In the words of the later generations, it was to follow this trend!

The black market merchants were earning this hot money! When the interest of the nobles faded, the price of brown sugar naturally fell.

"Cut the crap and give me the money! Forty thousand!"

Zhong Sheng stretched out his hand and said,

"Not a single cent less!"

The shopkeeper was shocked.

"Master Zhong! What do you mean? Our selling price is only 3000 per piece!”

He shook his head repeatedly and said,

"No, no, no! You're asking for an exorbitant price!"

Zhong Sheng smiled.

"Why don't you just continue to raise the price?”

He said,

"If someone is willing to spend 3000 yuan on a brown sugar brick, would they care about spending 1000 yuan more?”

The shopkeeper was speechless.

These words were so f * cking reasonable!

"Hurry up! I'll give you the money and the goods!"

Zhong Sheng said impatiently,

"You're not the only one who earned this money! If you're dawdling, then I'll find someone else!”

"Someone is willing to pay 5000 yuan! He had specially taken it to give gifts and curry favor with the noble!”

"If it weren't for the fact that your place is relatively stable and hidden, I wouldn't have come looking for you!”

After he finished speaking, he stood up, picked up the box, and was about to leave.

"…Sigh! You're really an expert! You and Godfather Qin are both experts!"

The shopkeeper clenched his teeth and pressed the box down.

"Alright!"

"40,000 yuan then! I'll give it to you immediately!"

He turned around and left the secret room to get the money. He could not help but curse,

"So dark! Someone will take care of you sooner or later!"

"If the profits of this brown sugar are targeted by those rich and powerful people, hmph! If you don't have a backer, just wait to be unlucky!”

A moment later, he brought over a few deed certificates and handed them to Zhong Sheng."

"Mr. Zhong, your 40,000 has been converted into deed certificates. You can go to the market bank to exchange.”

"Sigh! You and Godfather Qin are too good at doing business! Such a small thing had earned him money that he could never earn in his lifetime!”

Zhong Sheng took the deed and smiled.

"We don't cheat the poor."

He laughed and said,

"This place of yours specializes in scamming rich people.”

"I'm looking forward to seeing you raise the price even higher. Give us 5000 yuan a piece to open our eyes! Hahaha…"

With that, he turned around and left.

He had earned 40,000 yuan from this vote! It was too comfortable!

……

Zhangtai Palace.

"In the black market, Qin Feng also has a small supply, but that side should be specially used to scam high officials and nobles! They didn't care about how much money they had. They just wanted something new to show off their ability!”

"The rarer the thing, the more they can get it.”

Zhang Han smiled.

"As for Qin Feng, he will use the least price to earn the most money.”

"One wants to be slaughtered, and the other is willing to suffer. No one can say anything!”

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