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Chapter 200 mass production?Pretend psychology!
Next, none of them returned to the workshop or home immediately.
Instead, I wandered around the streets near the flower and bird market. There were many shops on both sides of the street.
Since the theory of white cats and black cats began to be proposed two years ago, many new businesses have emerged.
Beverage shop, cold drink shop, tea house...
Of course, it is still very backward. In China today, even video halls and karaoke have not been introduced. In teahouses, in order to satisfy people's spiritual needs, some drama troupes will be invited to sing for fun.
They are now sitting in a teahouse, drinking tea and chatting.
Wei Chengbin looked a little happy, and his face turned rosy even after drinking tea. He couldn't help but smile and said: "I didn't expect that making fake goods can be so profitable. If I had known I would go to Panjiayuan to set up a stall."
Li Yuanhao said, "What are you saying? If Mr. Yang hadn't introduced us to the auction house and Mr. Lin hadn't taught us how to fake it, how would our products have been on the market?"
"That's that." Wei Chengbin smiled honestly while eating tea cake.
"The expression on the master's face today was really wonderful. He looked just like Cai Yan. Although he knew that what I was selling was fake, he couldn't figure out what was wrong?" Wei Chengbin continued.
It can be seen that the four of them are in high spirits, and not just because they have made money.
It's because they used their own skills to conquer foreigners and gain a backing for China.
"By the way, the people from the auction house just told me that if you want to auction things in the future, you can contact them in advance to consign them. Then we won't need to show up." Lin Ran remembered that when he was going downstairs, the female host pulled him and said.
Mentioning this matter, Yang Jianlong looked at Lin Ran with a smile: "Godfather, what do you think of the female host?"
"It's pretty good. She's pretty and fair, and her English is first-rate." Lin Ran commented.
"I don't know why, but I always feel that he seems to be interested in his godfather." Yang Jianlong said.
Li Yuanhao also echoed: "Yes, I also saw her smiling at you all the time."
"What are you talking about?" Lin Ran was a little embarrassed by them.
"That's right, my godfather still has Miss Yuan in his heart."
"Jianlong!" The sudden mention of Yuan Qianyun did make Lin Ran feel a little emotional, so his tone was raised a lot.
Yang Jianlong stuck out his tongue, then changed the subject and said, "Everyone, do you think we can set up a company to specialize in the auction industry?"
"I think it will work." Wei Chengbin said, "Come here once a month, and soon we will be a household worth [-] yuan."
"Look at your prospects." Yang Jianlong said, "Once a month, you will be a millionaire in a year!"
"One hundred thousand?" Wei Chengbin couldn't believe it. He could still remember the scene when his family was turned away from the hospital because they couldn't afford the medical expenses of several hundred yuan.
I didn’t expect it to be so profitable now.
"You can't say that." Lin Ran saw a few people chatting more and more openly, and decided to stand up and pour cold water, "Fake goods can't be sold at any time. If you sell too many, even if others can't see the flaw, they will think it is. question."
In this regard, Wei Chengbin nodded with deep sympathy.
In fact, they were just talking.
"Besides, we have already agreed that we only sell fake goods for takeout and will never sell fake goods in China. We must not violate our original intention." Lin Ran took a sip of tea.
"Well, this is what is called not opening for half a year, and staying open for half a year." Li Yuanhao said jokingly, "It would be great if we could do a legitimate business. Do you think anyone would like our stuff?"
In fact, Li Yuanhao made more than 2000 yuan today and was already very happy. What he just said was just unintentional.
But as the saying goes, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.
Lin Ran was inspired by his words.
In later generations, there was something called a goods.
Brand-name goods are very expensive, and the price is a symbol of the status of the rich.
As people's living standards improve, the middle class emerges, and they also want to live a luxurious life and be admired like the rich.
But their economic level does not allow it.
At this time, imitations appeared, and some experts nicknamed this phenomenon of bad coins driving out good coins as "pretending psychology."
The most typical one is Dzi beads. Artificial Dzi beads are not worth a lot of money, but many small bosses like to bring them, pretending to be people in the entertainment circle, pretending to be rich.
If someone sees through it, he will say that what he is wearing is an ordinary Dzi bead, not a rare high-end Dzi bead.
If you are not seen through, people will often talk behind your back: This person is really rich.
Isn't this kind of person a potential customer?
"How can there be such a business?" Yang Jianlong said, "Antiques are valuable because they are rare. If they are ruined on the street, who will buy them?"
Lin Ran suddenly said: "Jianlong, actually what you said is not entirely correct."
The three people's eyes all turned to Lin Ran. They had long been accustomed to Lin Ran's magic and expected him to have different opinions.
"In fact, selling cultural relics is the same as selling high-quality products. The value of selling cultural relics is that they are small but high-quality."
The three of them nodded, but what does this have to do with doing business?
"If we tell people that what we sell are imitation handicrafts, but they are almost as realistic as the real ones, do you think anyone will buy them?"
Lin Ran looked at them.
Yang Jianlong frowned. With his level, he would naturally not buy fakes.
If there are fakes at home, Zheng Xueming will definitely give them a scolding.
Lin Ran asked Yang Jianlong: "Jianlong, did Brother Zheng throw away that Tang Sancai?"
Yang Jianlong shook his head: "No, my father-in-law would often pick it up and look at it, muttering that it would be great if it was the real thing. It can be seen that he still likes it very much."
Wei Chengbin felt a little embarrassed after saying this. He said, "Did I do it? How about I refund the money to you?"
"No, my father-in-law really likes this stuff." Yang Jianlong waved his hand. He no longer cared about Wei Chengbin selling fake goods. After all, he was one of his own now and he was not so stingy.
"Isn't that right?" Lin Ran smiled and said, "Actually, there are many people who like antiques. Otherwise, how would Panjiayuan get such a large flow of people? Most people just want to buy antiques at low prices and collect them."
"If we can recruit these people as customers, the profits will be unimaginable!"
When Lin Ran said these words, his tone was full of confidence. He finally felt the heroic feeling of entrepreneurs when talking about their goals.
Precisely because he is also in the antiques circle, he deeply understands people's love for collecting.
"If it can be mass-produced, the profits will be amazing!" Lin Ran made his final judgment.
The three people nodded first, what he said made sense.
But Wei Chengbin said: "But it is not easy to mass-produce Tang Sancai. It is too cheap and not cost-effective. This..."
"Let me plan it carefully."
Lin Ran drank the tea in one gulp, and various "leek" plans for future generations came to mind!