"This..." Fu Song was a little helpless, "I really don't have a good idea."

He is telling the truth.

Although you can see the price of items with your own eyes, it seems to have nothing to do with selling melons.

Zhang Jiuyue smiled faintly: "Mr. Fu is too modest. Even if you don't have a good idea, the average idea is OK!"

Others also looked at Fu Song.

They don’t know much about Fu Song, but they know Zhang Jiuyue very well.

With Zhang Jiuyue's personality, he never does something unsure.

So since she asked Fu Song for help in front of everyone, she must have her own reasons.

Fu Song looked at Zhang Jiuyue: "You really want me to tell me?"

Zhang Jiuyue nodded.

"Since that's the case, I'll speak, but don't have too much hope.

In my opinion, the crux of the watermelon problem lies entirely in the many parts of the watermelon in beautiful countries.

When the beautiful Congress planted watermelons, they naturally saw the huge economic benefits there.

So as long as they can’t make money, they will naturally not plant it next year.”

Zhang Jiuyue asked: "So what do you mean?"

Fu Song: "It's very simple, fight a price war!

Anyway, our watermelons are destined to lose money this year, so we might as well lose money and sell them.

The cost of a pound of watermelon is about 30 cents, so we can sell it for 20 cents per pound. If it really doesn't work, it will cost for one cent per pound.

A big sale of vomiting blood, eat watermelon at will.

It makes it impossible for farmers from beautiful countries to sell a single watermelon.

This will last for a year, and they will naturally not plant it again in the second year."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other.

They looked at Fu Song and couldn't help but mutter: I don't feel sorry for the watermelon you planted, right?

The melons in our field are exchanged for money, and the least one is tens of millions more.

I can’t do it if I say it’s free!

Fu Song naturally saw what these people were thinking. He spread his hands, and his meaning was very obvious:

I said I wouldn't let you have too much hope, you must regard me as a living Buddha who saves the world.

Sorry, I am just a Buddhist son, and I am the same level as a living Buddha!

Unexpectedly, when Zhang Jiuyue heard Mr. Fu's words, his eyes lit up instantly: "It's worthy of being Mr. Fu. Why didn't I expect such a wonderful idea?"

Fu Song was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Zhang Jiuyue with a suspicious face: My idea is exquisite? You don’t have a fever, right?

But Zhang Jiuyue seemed to have no idea. She looked at everyone at the scene: "Everyone, our watermelon field is saved.

Please go back and prepare. I need a lot of watermelon to be dumped in various markets."

But after she finished speaking, the scene was silent.

"Jiuyue, I know you are for everyone's good.

But try to think twice before doing some things!"

"Yes, although large batches of watermelon dumping can achieve certain results.

But is this effect useful? Even if it is really useful, how useful is it?"

"I support Jiuyue's actions, but if I ask me to take out all the watermelons in the field, it will be a bit difficult.

Otherwise, I will pay 100,000 kilograms of watermelon to cooperate, and let me find a way to deal with the remaining watermelon myself!"

Others nodded, thinking that this method is very good.

Zhang Jiuyue next to him became anxious in an instant: "Everyone, everyone can't do this anymore.

If you want to dump watermelons, the number of watermelons must reach a certain scale.

Your family has 100,000 kilograms, but together, it’s only a few million kilograms, which is simply a drop in the bucket.”

After listening to Zhang Jiuyue's words, one of them was instantly unhappy: "Jiuyue, we have cooperated with you very much. 100,000 kilograms of watermelon is not a small amount.

As for more, I’m not stingy, but you don’t know how difficult it is to grow watermelons?

From the beginning of spring to now, I have gotten up early and worked late every day, and I have worked hard to spend a lot of money.

If you get nothing in the end...

I am not alone, I have parents, wife and children, and dozens of workers following me..."

As a result, Zhang Jiuyue didn't wait for him to finish his words and immediately said: "What do you mean is that this watermelon dumping plan will be compensated?"

The man looked at Zhang Jiuyue with a suspicious look on his face: "Will you not lose money?"

Zhang Jiuyue: "Of course I won't pay. When did you meet Mr. Fu in a loss business?

Besides, even if you really lose money, it will be only temporary, and we will definitely make the profit in the end."

After saying that, she looked at Fu Song: "Mr. Fu, are you right?"

Fu Song didn't expect that Zhang Jiuyue was so confident in him.

He nodded: "Manager Zhang is right, losing money is only temporary, and victory must belong to us.

Everyone should have confidence in themselves.”

"Well said!"

Yang Qingpi next to him suddenly shouted, "I believe Xiao Fu, he said that if you can make money in the end, you will definitely make money.

Xiao Fu, from now on, I will hand over all my 20,000 acres of watermelons to you.

Wherever you let those watermelons go, they go wherever they go!”

Zhang Jiuyue also said, "I also support Mr. Fu.

In this way, if any of you have any doubts, I am willing to buy your watermelon at a standard market price.

But you have agreed in advance that you can’t regret it when Mr. Fu makes money.”

As soon as these words came out, the other people's faces were filled with joy:

"Jiuyue, are you saying true?"

"How can you be so embarrassed to buy our watermelon at a standard market price? Why don't you give it a 10% discount."

"Yes, 100% off, and the 100,000 kilograms of watermelon I just mentioned also counts."

“…”

Listening to everyone's discussion, Zhang Jiuyue nodded: "Then I will thank you for your strong support."

Zhang Jiuyue and other bosses talked happily, but Qin Yu looked confused on the other side.

What is going on?

Judging from Zhang Jiuyue’s meaning, the big price reduction dumping method he proposed just now seems to be able to make money?

But what I said is that I chose to cut prices this year and directly beat farmers in beautiful countries to death, resulting in them not daring to plant watermelons easily next year.

Then you can continue to make profits.

Didn’t you say that you can make a profit by simply dumping a big price?

I am not Wang Duoyu, possessed by the European Emperor, and I can make money no matter what I do.

He was about to explain, but Zhang Jiuyue had already negotiated terms with other melon farmers, and even signed the contract.

She delivered a thick stack of contracts to Fu Song, with an unprecedented solemn expression: "Mr. Fu, I'll ask you for this matter."

Fu Song blinked: "What do you mean is to let me be the person in charge of your watermelon dumping price cuts?"

Zhang Jiuyue nodded for granted: "This idea was originally proposed by you, and it is naturally the most appropriate for you to be the person in charge now.

Of course, it won't let you be in vain.

You can also invest money here. The profits you, Yang Qingpi and I can allocate according to the investment ratio.”

Fu Song: "..."

At this moment, he no longer knew what to say.

I just made a random suggestion? Why did I suddenly become the protagonist?
Chapter completed!