Our Rise Era

Chapter 9 It’s simply robbery!

"Hello there!"

"Hello!"

The sunlight shines through the half-open wooden door, casting patches of light onto the pale yellow tiled floor.

The light in the morning is not dazzling, but it is enough to make people feel a lazy warmth. The air is filled with a faint scent of tea, like soft music, slowly flowing in this not-so-large but romantic grocery store.

A French folk song was playing from the speakers on the wall. The melody was elegant and gentle. It was intertwined with the occasional car bells and whispers of passers-by outside the store, creating an exotic tranquility.

On the shelves, every item has been wiped clean and neatly arranged by color. In a prominent place not far away, bamboo artworks are neatly displayed. For a moment, it seems as if you have come to the century-old store described in "Yilin"!

……

Zheng Yi stood at the door and looked at the young boss who was coming towards him.

The sun shines through the window onto the young boss, who stands in the middle of the spacious and bright reception hall, as if all the noise has nothing to do with him. His eyes are deep and bright, as if he can see through people's hearts, and his eyes are deep under his sword-like eyebrows, flashing with wisdom.

When he saw me, he walked towards me and stretched out his hand to shake hands with me. His palm was warm and strong, making me feel his sincerity and enthusiasm in an instant.

Zheng Yi had never seen such a gentlemanly boss before, and was a little confused: "Boss, is this the grocery store in "Yilin"? "

He pointed to the article in Yilin.

"Let me see?"

The smiling young boss looked a little puzzled, then took the copy of Yilin, read it for a while, laughed, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect someone would write our story..."

"Boss, are these goods all from France?"

"Not all of them, some are from France, some are from overseas, but most of them are from the PRC..."

"Boss, these names are all in French. Boss, do you know French? You look like you studied in France?"

"I know some French, right? I'm not really an international student, but I lived there for a while and learned a few things... Come, sit down and have a cup of tea."

"it is good!"

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The warm sunshine poured into the store.

Fatty Yuan watched Zhang Yang sitting with the young man and drinking tea.

At first, the young man seemed to be a little nervous about coming to a strange place. When he was talking to Zhang Yang, his eyes flickered from time to time, as if he was gradually adapting to something.

But gradually, when Zhang Yang talked about France, a strange look suddenly appeared in the young man's eyes. He was obviously very excited, and began to talk more and more.

He talked about his yearning for France, romantic Paris, art, and Western gentlemen and character...

It seemed that when facing Zhang Yang, he seemed to have countless topics to talk about, and the more he talked, the closer he felt to Zhang Yang...

After chatting for an unknown amount of time, he stood up and asked Zhang Yang about the goods in the store.

Zhang Yang smiled gently, stood up slowly, and patiently introduced every product from [PRC] in the store to the young people.

Fatty Yuan also followed Zhang Yang and listened silently, but the more he listened, the more shocked he became!
The Jingdezhen ceramic jar, which was purchased at a price of three yuan, was described in Zhang Yang's gentle and elegant words as "the most representative sculpture art in the West." When he asked about the price, he quoted 350...

Zhang Yang carefully held the mug, which cost 5 yuan, in his hands, and wiped every pattern inside it as if he was looking at a work of art. He called it "the oldest call of the Middle Ages, a work of craftsmanship", and offered a price of 510...

……

In addition to domestic products, Zhang Yang can tell a story from the West for every product.

The story is interspersed with incomprehensible art, rich history, and the spirit of [Old Man Lu’s father]...

The scope of the content was so wide that it not only attracted but also shocked Fatty Yuan. In a trance, he was in awe of the history of the entire grocery store. The history was so high-end that Fatty Yuan felt that he was not worthy of staying there.

Fatty Yuan was stunned by what he heard.

This……

Is this really the Brother Zhang I know?
No, no!
Not Brother Zhang!

But, if it’s not Brother Zhang, then who is he?

Oh shit!

When did our grocery store become so awesome?
At first the young man could still say a few words and ask some questions, but in the end, he stared at each piece of "cheap art" with admiration like a student.

However, Zhang Yang never seemed to be deceiving people, and he continued to take the young man to visit shelf after shelf at a leisurely pace.

During this time, the grocery store seemed to become more lively.

More and more customers stopped outside the store, pointing and talking, and Fatty Yuan subconsciously went out to greet the customers...

But when the customer walked into the store and simply browsed around, he couldn't help but look at Zhang Yang, and then followed Zhang Yang...

The initial noise turned into silence, as if afraid of disturbing Zhang Yang's introduction to the "Humanities and Arts" of the grocery store.

"Boss, I want this bamboo artwork. How much does it cost?"

"Three thousand..."

Fatty Yuan looked at Zhang Yang in horror as he smiled and quoted a shocking price to the young man.

There was a buzzing in his ears.

The guests nearby were also surprised. They never expected that a simple bamboo artwork here would be sold at such a high price!
however……

After hearing the three thousand offer, the young man was not scared at all. Instead, he nodded excitedly: "Boss, I want this!"

"..."

"And this, this... I want them all!" "..."

"Wait, boss, I'm going to make a phone call first. Don't sell your stuff to anyone else yet. Please don't sell those things to me..."

The young man looked anxious. Not long after he left, he ran back in. To everyone's astonishment, he spent ten thousand yuan to buy several bamboo artworks that Old Man Lu bought for only thirty yuan.

After the purchase, he excitedly asked for Zhang Yang's number, saying that if Mr. Lu had any more works, he hoped to show them to him.

Zhang Yang smiled and nodded, watching the young man leave.

Although the guests were shocked by the young man's blindness, when Zhang Yang started telling the "story" again, the shock in the hearts of those guests who happened to pass by with "Yi Lin" turned into yearning...

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after lunch.

The guests gradually dispersed.

Fatty Yuan felt that either Brother Zhang was crazy or he himself was crazy.

While telling stories, Zhang Yang increased the prices of some niche commodities by dozens or even hundreds of times, making them more and more expensive.

Although many customers were tempted, they smiled awkwardly after hearing Zhang Yang's offer. However, when they were asked to go to the [Fine Domestic Products Area] to buy things, they were unwilling to do so, as they always felt that the things there were too cheap...

So, many people tried to negotiate the price with Zhang Yang.

But Zhang Yang was very conservative, especially for some bamboo artworks, Zhang Yang refused to lower the price by a penny, and showed a complicated smile in a gentle and elegant manner, repeatedly claiming that he would lose money!

Oh shit!

You sell it for three hundred instead of three dollars, how are you losing money?

Although Zhang Yang's prices were high and many customers were hesitant, no one scolded him for killing a pig. It seemed as if Zhang Yang's "art stories" could really make things worth a few dollars look golden.

Most of them quietly left in embarrassment.

of course……

Even so, Zhang Yang made a lot of money in just a few hours.

At the same time, more people watched and ran to the bathroom of the grocery store.

After coming out, some people nodded seriously, with admiration on their faces...

A gust of wind blew up the "Yilin" magazine on the table.

The article at the top of the magazine, "The toilet water at the French [ZY] headquarters is drinkable!", was extremely dazzling in the sun.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Fatty Yuan stared blankly at the funds coming into his account and took a deep breath.

In just a few hours, 13,000 yuan was earned...

Net profit of twelve thousand seven hundred!

Oh shit!

This is fucking money grabbing!
This……

Looking at the money, his hands were shaking!
Damn it, why are you still speculating in stocks?
Then, he looked into the distance in a trance.

In the distance, Zhang Yang brought a few more packages from the post office.

After unpacking, there were books and periodicals inside the package.

Fatty Yuan took a look and found that the book contained popular magazines such as "Magic City Stories", "Story Club", and "Youth Digest".

These magazines are all sample issues that will be published soon...

"Brother Zhang, this..."

"Would you like to come over and write some articles, earn some royalties, and promote us [ZY]?"

"..."

Fatty Yuan's face was stiff. At this moment, he didn't know what expression to use to face Zhang Yang.

He just subconsciously took some books and magazines and flipped through some of the content.

The Hammer from [ZY], a vision a hundred years ago, and the German experience that cannot be replicated

"Everyone in the French subway holds a book in their hands, and they still use the [ZY] night light to read during the break time of the tunnel construction..."

"Never stop learning, the story of the French and the [ZY] mining lamp..."

"..."

The more Fatty Yuan read, the more stunned he became. Some of the content could almost be described as outrageous.

What the hell!

Does anyone really believe it?

How can a manuscript like this be approved?
Isn't this too stupid?

"Don't be shocked, we just tell the right story and sell it to the right people..."

As if he saw what Fatty Yuan was thinking, Zhang Yang smiled faintly, then looked at the shelves and began to sort things out again.

(End of this chapter)