CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 46: YOU’RE THE REAL BLACK MARKETER

On the fifth day, Lin Chen felt that Xiaobai was stable enough, so he started setting up his stall.

This time, Lin Chen bought twenty chicken wings again. Excluding the one for the market uncle, he could earn 1900, which was quite considerable.

After all, in this world, the minimum wage for an ordinary job is only three thousand.

Walking past the stalls, Lin Chen noticed many people looking around on the roadside, but he didn’t pay much attention and went into the market uncle’s house.

"Uncle."

"Hey, I’m on the toilet, wait a bit."

The market uncle was using the restroom. After a while, he came out and, seeing it was Lin Chen, was pleasantly surprised, saying, "My little master, you finally came."

"Hungry, huh?"

Lin Chen smiled and handed him a chicken wing.

The uncle took it, bit into it, and then said, "Besides the cravings, the most important thing is, while you were away these days, people have been looking for you every day."

Lin Chen was stunned and asked, "Customers?"

"There were customers, and also barbeque shop owners," the uncle said.

Now, Lin Chen had become somewhat famous on this street, with the nickname:

The Laziest Vendor.

With a simple explanation from the uncle, Lin Chen was amused yet speechless.

However, he didn’t mind. More people were good; it meant faster sales for him.

"This is one thousand, the boss of the city’s number one barbeque shop gave it to me, saying to pass it on when you came." The uncle handed the money to Lin Chen.

"That’s for you,"

"I don’t need it, nor am I missing this amount, plus my wife would just take it if I go home, better to give it to you, just give me a few more chicken wings in the future." The uncle laughed.

He indeed didn’t lack money, living off rental income.

Lin Chen accepted the money without being polite.

"Should I meet him or not?"

"Can you refuse after taking the money?" Lin Chen wondered, wasn’t he afraid the other side would trouble him?

"No worries, I also collect his family’s rent."

"..."

Lin Chen inquired about the person, and the uncle straightforwardly said, "In a businessman’s words, what’s important is always business."

"Thank you."

Lin Chen understood that the uncle was hinting at him.

The uncle was pleased that Lin Chen got his point and told him:

"Don’t set up your stall today, just wait here. Outside, many competitors are of unknown origin and hard to ensure safety."

"You’re alone, better not show up."

Lin Chen cupped his hand in thanks.

....

"Here?"

"My goodness, seeing the City Lord wasn’t this hard."

Jiang Dadong was exhilarated when he heard his servant report back.

The chef beside him remained silent...

The competitor had arrived.

"Boss, do I need to go along and have a look?" The chef thought, wondering if he could interfere to keep his job.

"Of course, you’re the professional one."

Jiang Dadong instructed his servant, and hurriedly rushed over with the chef after closing up early.

Entering and seeing Lin Chen and others eating barbeque, Jiang Dadong immediately recognized Lin Chen from the Flame Fox beside them.

Doesn’t seem like a lazy person...

Jiang Dadong, businessman, spoke politely: "Lin Chen, right? Finally found you."

Lin Chen got up as well, politely asking for his name.

"I’m a bit older than you, could I call you Brother Lin?"

"Of course," Lin Chen wasn’t opposed, having a rough idea of the other’s intent.

The chef behind squinted...

Boss, didn’t you say you’d educate him on spot?

Why start calling each other brothers right away?

After some pleasantries, the market uncle seized the opportunity to stand up and said:

"You guys talk, I’ll go check on the merchants outside."

"Lin Chen, if you need anything, just find me."

Lin Chen naturally understood the uncle’s goodwill and nodded.

Jiang Dadong understood as well, smiled, and then got straight to the point:

"Brother Lin, the grilled chicken wings have been quite the hit lately. I opened a shop, and business has been declining, so I wanted to ask if you could come lend a hand."

Lin Chen also understood, Jiang Dadong was a capitalist, and when negotiating with capitalists, he couldn’t reveal his bottom line.

For instance, letting the opponent know he was poor.

"I’m just doing it for fun occasionally," Lin Chen said.

The implied meaning of this sentence was a refusal to help at the shop.

It’s not that Lin Chen didn’t want to, but he was not really good at barbeque; it was Xiaohong who handled it personally.

The chef felt a weight lifted off his chest.

Jiang Dadong indeed thought Lin Chen wasn’t short on money and had already planned, saying: "Brother Lin, how about this, I’ll buy your barbeque sauce recipe."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen pondered for a moment and then shook his head.

"Fifty thousand."

Lin Chen shook his head again.

Fifty thousand was too little, capitalists indeed only chased profits.

With the flavor of Lin Chen’s barbeque sauce, selling it for more than a million would be easy.

"I’ll add thirty more." Jiang Dadong wasn’t foolish; he saw Lin Chen’s mostly street-market clothing and guessed Lin Chen wasn’t from a wealthy family.

Lin Chen still refused, found an excuse, and said, "This is an ancestral recipe from my father’s side, family rules..."

"One hundred and fifty thousand."

This time Jiang Dadong nearly doubled the offer.

He thought Lin Chen wouldn’t resist this temptation.

Unexpectedly, Lin Chen was greedier than he imagined, saying: "If Brother Jiang wants it, how about this, I can sell you the barbeque sauce."

Jiang Dadong’s face turned ugly, he didn’t want to be subject to others.

"Brother Lin, this price isn’t small, and you can also set up your stall normally or use the money as startup capital to open a small shop."

Jiang Dadong, not in vain a capitalist, quickly started painting a rosy picture.

Lin Chen certainly didn’t fall for it, knowing from his time on Earth how valuable patents could be.

If Jiang Dadong had it, with their fame, it’d be hard to compete with them.

Moreover, sustainable development was the main principle.

"I’m willing to sell the sauce."

"Brother Lin..." Jiang Dadong was persistent until he saw Lin Chen show displeasure, then he changed his tone, asking: "How do you want to sell it?"

Jiang Dadong realized Lin Chen was harder to deceive than ordinary young people.

He felt he had to bleed a lot today.

Lin Chen raised the sauce bottle in his hand, about the size of a cola bottle, and said: "This bottle... fifty thousand, exclusive."

"Fif... fifty thousand?" Jiang Dadong and the chef were both wide-eyed.

You’re the real black merchant, aren’t you?

Even he, a shrewd merchant, felt this price was excessive...

Lin Chen had actually calculated it. This bottle of barbeque sauce could make about a thousand chicken wings, according to his price, a hundred per wing, that’s 100,000.

"Impossible." Jiang Dadong shook his head.

"Then forget it, I’m not really short on money either."

Lin Chen wasn’t lying with these words.

If it were two weeks ago, he might have had some concerns in this aspect, but now he had millions at hand.

Times had changed.

Jiang Dadong gritted his teeth and said:

"How about thirty thousand, fifty really isn’t possible, I have material costs, operation costs..."

Before he could finish, Lin Chen immediately said:

"Deal!"

"...."

Jiang Dadong was silent, knowing he’d been tricked.

This was Lin Chen’s hefty bargaining tactic, quoting a high price first and gradually lowering to the psychological price.

Jiang Dadong suspected that Lin Chen’s psychological price...

Could be twenty thousand or twenty-five thousand.

Yet he didn’t expose it, and with a wry smile said, "Brother Lin, in front of you, I’m the younger one."

"Brother Jiang, what are you talking about?"

Lin Chen feigned ignorance.

He indeed liked this arrangement.

Once he bonded with Xiaohong, he couldn’t keep having it do barbeques all day; cultivation would naturally be the focus.

But making barbeque sauce, that was something he could do alone, since a Beastmaster usually had nothing to do, even meditation was redundant, just lying down to level up was enough.

Soon after, the market uncle returned, and under his witness, the two signed a contract, and Lin Chen handed over the barbeque sauce for a price of thirty thousand.

"Brother Lin, I have a lot of materials in my shop, so you won’t need to buy them, I’ll deliver them to you." Jiang Dadong acted like he had Lin Chen’s best interest in mind.

"Thank you, brother."

Lin Chen immediately agreed.

The market uncle’s brows furrowed.

"Then write down the materials." Jiang Dadong quickly handed over paper and a pen, and said, "Also write the address, and I’ll deliver it to you."