Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 9 Selling Guns

"Mr. Valentine, this is the seller I am talking about, Mr. Fang Lang Fang, a soldier who has just returned from the European battlefield. You can call him Fang." Wan Chongxin took Fang Lang to the outside of Chinatown, where he was found in a luxury apartment He saw Mr. Stellan Valentine in front of him.

  After Wan Chongxin's explanation, Mr. Valentine enthusiastically welcomed the two into the living room of the bedroom. Fang Lang could tell from Mr. Valentine's surprised expression that this was indeed a collector of goods.

"Mr. Fang, thank you for standing up when the world needs you. You can call me Valentine." Valentine warmly reached out to shake hands with Fang Lang, and expressed his identity as a soldier of Fang Lang's Allied Army gratitude.

   It's a pity that Fang Lang is not keen on the so-called standing up when the world needs it. It is not his wish to fight the Germans in Europe. It would be more or less the same if he could fight Little Japan to the death in the Asian battlefield. So Fang Lang didn't want to have too much communication with this World War I veteran on this topic, he just wanted to quickly end the transaction and hurry up to start his subsequent plans.

So after shaking hands, he took out two Luger P08s wrapped in holsters in his backpack, put them on the coffee table and said, "Mr. Valentine, hello, nice to meet you. This is me You can appreciate the two Ruger P08s that you finally got. I hope you will be satisfied!"

  Valentin didn't mind Fang Lang's directness, his gaze had already been deeply attracted by the two pistols on the table. Hands touched the leather holster like stroking the delicate skin of a lover, Fang Lang and Wan Chongxin sat quietly aside, waiting for the buyer to inspect the goods.

   Obviously Valentine really likes the Ruger P08. He held two pistols in his hand, played with them over and over again, disassembled them and assembled them. After a while, he put the gun back on the table and said, "Fang, I believe Wan has already told you that I once offered a reward for the Luger P08, so I really like these two pistols. I don't know how much your quotation is?"

"Mr. Valentine, I'm really sorry, because I don't know much about collections, so I can't give an accurate quotation, but you can tell me a price, and if I think it's suitable, we'll make a deal. Do you think it's okay?" Fang Lang was telling the truth. He really didn't know the value of this pistol, and he bought it at the strong suggestion of Carlo Gambino.

  However, he is not completely unfamiliar with price negotiations. He can use Valentine's quotation to test his inner price, as long as it is not too far from his expectations. He prefers to spend his time on purchasing cigarettes.

"Fang, how about this! I learned that the price of the standard Luger P08 on the market is about five hundred dollars. If you want, how about I buy your two Luger pistols for $1,200? This is two hundred dollars higher than the market price, and no one should be able to offer a higher price than me." Valentine thought for a while before opening his mouth.

"Mr. Valentine, you also said that five hundred dollars is the standard price, but are you sure you have seen my two pistols clearly? Mine is not the standard one!" If Fang Lang is really in The ones seized on the battlefield may have been fooled by Valentine. Unfortunately, Fang Lang bought these two pistols for fifty dollars on the black market. There are still a lot of Luger P08 standard models on the black market. But it was cheaper than the two he bought, so Fang Lang knew that Valentine thought he didn't understand the situation and wanted to find a leak in him.

   "Ah! Is that so? I'll take a closer look!" Valentine was not embarrassed to hear Fang Lang's answer, as if he had really misjudged himself, and picked up two Luger P08s again to check.

Looking at Valentine's posture, Fang Lang knew that he didn't want to show his hole cards directly, and wanted to grind the price with Fang Lang more, but Fang Lang didn't want to waste time with Valentine here, so he said directly: "Wa Mr. Lundin, the long-barreled P08 on your left hand is an artillery type, and the short-barrelled P08 on your right hand is a navy type. These two Rugers are relatively rare types, especially this navy type, which should be in the United States. The market is still very rare, so I hope that all of us can openly and honestly quote the right price. If the transaction can be the best, if not, can I look for the next buyer?"

"Fang, you're right. These two Rugers are indeed different from the standard ones I've seen. I don't know what the price is in your mind!" Now that Fang Lang has explained the specific situation of the gun, it is obvious that he is right about the gun I have a certain understanding of the information, so Valentine tried again.

   "Mr. Valentine, do you want one or both?" Fang Lang stopped talking.

   "If the price is right, I certainly hope that both are the best."

   "If you want both, my offer is three thousand dollars. I wonder if you can accept it."

"Oh! My God! Your quotation is too high. No one will accept such a high price. This is just a mass-produced industrial product. Even if it has a certain collection value, it is not so high. It's so bad." Mr. Valentine said with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Then since Mr. Valentine feels that this price is unacceptable, we have to see if there are any buyers who really know the goods. Thank you for entertaining Mr. Valentine." Seeing Valentine's expression, Fang Lang didn't want to talk to him. Tangled, he stood up directly, wanting to put away the pistol on the table and put it back into the backpack.

  Valentin, as a businessman, obviously did not encounter such an opponent who retreated without a word. He got up quickly and said, "Fang, don't be impulsive. When we do business, we always have to discuss the price! Can we sit down and have a cup of coffee and talk again?"

"Mr. Valentine, there is no need for coffee. I am not a businessman, I am a soldier. If you are really interested in the Luger in my hand, I suggest you not beat around the bush. It is best to give a price in your heart that matches its value. If If I think it's suitable, we can make a deal directly, okay?"

   "Haha. Alright! As a veteran of World War I, we are all soldiers, so be straightforward. I can accept the price of two thousand dollars."

"This quotation is not something that a veteran can quote, Mr. Valentine, you have already planned to spend 1,200 US dollars to acquire two standard models. But this is an artillery model and a cherished navy model." Model, I think this price is really not in line with the value of these two Rugers. I will let another two hundred dollars, this is my final reserve price, two thousand eight hundred dollars, if you can accept us, we will make a deal, if not, I will Let’s see if Mr. Wan can help me find a new buyer. If it doesn’t work, I can only carry my own self-defense.”

   Fang Lang knew that Valentine quoted a thousand and two because he thought Fang Lang didn't know the goods, so he took out this quotation again to disgust Valentine.

   "Fang, 2,500 US dollars. This price is definitely worthy of their value, no problem, I will pay in cash now." Valentine's face hurts.

"Mr. Valentine, as I said before, I am a soldier, and the price is 2,800 US dollars. If you can accept it, we will make a deal. Since you can't accept it, then I can only look for the next buyer." After finishing speaking, he turned his head. Said to Wan Chong who was silent all the time: "Mr. Wan, I think you should hurry up and help me find the next buyer. I wonder if you have any qualified customers in your hands."

  Watching Fang Lang put the gun into his backpack, Wan Chongxin stood up quickly and said, "Mr. Fang, of course there is no problem. I can continue to take you to find another very capable buyer now."

  Although he wanted to make a direct deal, the two parties couldn't reach an agreement. He could only stand on Fang Lang's side, because the goods were in his hands. Without him, he would have no chance to get the intermediary fee.

Seeing that the two of them were about to give up the business without looking back, Valentine could only say at the last moment: "Okay! Fang, you win. Although your quotation is really super high, but who called you?" I really like these two goodies! It was sold for $2,800."

Fang Lang was overjoyed when he heard that Valentine finally agreed to make the deal at 2,800 US dollars, and turned his head calmly and said: "Believe me, Mr. Valentine, this deal is definitely worth the money. You won't regret it."

Seeing the two people's hands tightly held together, Wan Chongxin let out a sigh of relief, because as a rookie who has just entered the industry, he will not be able to find so many buyers in his hands for a while, so he has already figured it out. , If you can't close the deal, you can only share the revenue with another intermediary to find new customers.

   Fortunately, in the end Valentine agreed to the deal, so that he could not only get the agency fee, but also get a reward of fifty dollars from Mr. Valentine. This is a lot of money. At least one month and my sister don't have to worry about food anymore.

  (end of this chapter)