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Chapter 202 New Tasks Induced by Unsalable Mooncakes

"The moon cakes can't be sold, this time it is a miserable loss."

Liu Ping'an was in a bad spirit, and Xia Yingqiu's mood was not beautiful.

Having bought so many mooncakes that can’t be sold off, even the capital has to be lost. She, who likes to care about everything, is called depressed.

The more I think about it, the more angry.

"It's all blamed on the few in the city that went to the countryside, selling so cheaply, and ruining our business..."

This year's mooncake business is not good for many reasons.

The industry volume is one of them.

After setting up the stall, Liu Pingan went for a stroll. In this small farmer’s market in this small town, there are nine stalls selling mooncakes. There are fixed business premises and a high-end supermarket with brand noodles is available. Doesn't count.

Among the nine stalls, four of them are local merchants. There is a store with a stall at the door, including Liu Pingan, who usually sells cakes and sweets. The Mooncakes are the main product of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

There is a certain degree of tacit understanding, and the prices are almost the same, mainly for the business of regular customers.

The other five, all from the city, took advantage of the festival to go to the countryside for sales promotion. The prices were so low that for the four local merchants, the effect was similar to that of a stick.

The purchase price of one large fruit mooncake is sold for one and five, and you can get one if you buy ten.

The purchase price of two yuan a ham moon cake, people sell two and five yuan, buy 20 can also get one free.

The purchase price of the big buckwheat cakes is 7.5 yuan. People sell it for 8 yuan each, and you can also get a large fruit moon cake if you buy ten.

Of course, that was the price Liu Pingan got. It was probably a bit more expensive because of the door-to-door delivery. Boss Ling and his wife said it was the same price.

Anyway, Liu Ping'an didn't want to sell the price, and Xia Yingqiu didn't want to sell it. After all, the profit was too thin, and the rent and labor management fees were simply inverted.

The result is that people’s business is booming and their homes are cold. Many regular customers just ran away. After all, there is no reason for the same things to be expensive and not cheap. It is not easy to make money in this place these days.

Affected by the epidemic, the prices of agricultural products are close to crashing. In the words of locals, "it is like selling stinky shit."

From mulberries to mangoes, from mangoes to longans, and even walnuts, pomegranates, and bamboo shoots, all don’t care about the money.

Even the live pigs and cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks are incomparable to last year.

The growers get rid of the pesticides, fertilizers and fruit bags, and the farmers get rid of the cost of feed for the pups. They can even laugh at the cost. Making money, especially making big money, is simply an extravagant hope.

The rural economy, which was still picking up a bit, feels like it has suddenly regressed to the point where it grinds its bones and raises its intestines.

It's no wonder that not many people are willing to stay in the countryside these days, and it's no wonder that not many people are willing to grow the land these days.

It's entirely dependent on the heavens to eat, it's purely a matter of luck.

It’s so good if you can grow good things and raise good things. The market is sluggish. If you say that the market is bad, you will be bad.

It is limited to being able to eat a full bite.

Isn’t he prosperous to go out to work with the spirit? It’s not as trivial as farming, and there is labor law protection. The monthly salary is more secure than the inventory of land.

That is to say, the current year is not good, farmers are not so rich, and the annual Mid-Autumn Festival is also affected, and purchasing power has declined somewhat. No wonder the industry has rolled in and suppressed profits so thin.

It's almost to the point where you can make a profit if you don't lose money.

After all, the shelf life of moon cakes is not long, only about forty days, and the timeliness is too strong. Special gifts for the Mid-Autumn Festival, as long as the festival is over, basically it will be completely cold.

And this thing, the supplier will not return the goods, at least here is the saying that there is no return, of course, it may also be inexperienced with Liu Pingan, and has not been discussed with boss Ling in advance.

Anyway, he contacted Boss Ling and said that the mooncakes could not be sold, and asked him if there was any way to deal with them, but only politely refused.

It said that this year’s mooncakes are selling poorly everywhere, and there is really no way to deal with it.

It's really cold.

No wonder Xia Yingqiu was very worried and depressed.

In theory, the shelf life of this batch of moon cakes is still for some time, about half a month after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they are still safe for sale, and they can still be sold.

However, that is just a theoretical statement.

In fact, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, few people really buy mooncakes anymore. At most, on August 16, there will be a buying craze that is equivalent to returning to the light, and then it will plummet, basically no one will buy mooncakes.

The moon of fifteen is sixteen round. After sixteen, the moon cake basically loses the meaning of "reunion" it carries.

Therefore, after looking at the fourteenth, there are still so many moon cakes left, and the ending at a loss is basically completely doomed.

Naturally, Xia Yingqiu wouldn't feel happy, but Liu Ping'an was okay. After all, he didn't make money after entering this batch of moon cakes.

Just do the task.

The task has been completed long ago, and the task reward has been handed long ago.

He just tasted the thing called magnolia, and didn't dare to touch it again.

That's such a wicked thing.

I always felt that when he tasted the taste, his memory was slightly lost or confused, and he always felt that something very important happened at that time, but he had forgotten or remembered it wrong.

And the wine smells super good, and it tastes super good, but it has a great stamina, as if he just smelled it and took a big sip, the whole thing was ecstatic and I didn't know how many catties he had.

He actually drank and couldn't drive under the influence, so he directly carried the motorcycle on his shoulders and went home, and he also lifted the neighbor's trolley in the ditch on the road and straightened it. Do you dare to believe it?

He couldn't be sure if it was a fantasy of letting go of himself after being drunk.

Well, I just don’t know if I’m dreaming.

Probably not in a dream, because he rushed back to do another task.

And the completion process of that task, he also can't remember clearly.

I always feel that the wine is particularly unsound, like a hallucinogenic stimulant, super fierce.

To put it bluntly, it's a flirting stuff.

If you can't afford it, you don't need it, you don't need it. Just like the big bed you get in the follow-up mission, you can just throw it away in the cloud disk.

No matter what, the reward should still be worth the money compared to the unsalable moon cakes.

After all, it is a high-tech product from another world, a derivative of biomedicine research, and it is high-end and high-end. Compared with it, dozens of moon cakes are not worth mentioning.

Of course, my heart is still not so happy, anyway, it is always a loss.

No matter how small the mosquito’s legs are, it’s still meat, and it’s still money for a small amount of money.

Fortunately, the system was considerate and quickly compensated.

Well, I sent a new task.

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