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The manager pretentiously counted the sacks behind Ling Chuan again, then patted his head and said: "It is indeed 27 bags, I was right just now."

Ling Chuan answered immediately: "Normally, there are so many goods, if it were me, I would be easy to count them wrong."

Hearing Ling Chuan's words, the steward smiled without a smile on his face, and then slapped the calculator in his hand.

"A bag of 50 catties, 27 multiplied by 50 is 1350 catties, 1 catty is 1 yuan 5, a total of 2025 yuan."

Ling Chuan happily took out the money from his carry-on bag to pay the bill, the steward collected the money, and handed him two receipts and a bill of lading.

"Okay, the goods are all counted, you are all busy, I will get off work first."

"You go slowly."

After watching the steward leave, Ling Chuan turned his head and told Deng Wenbin to follow Shi Xiu to look for a truck to pull the goods, and he and Ling Jiang were guarding the goods.

"Chuanzi, you still have the brains to get back the short catties without any effort."

Hearing his elder brother's praise, Ling Chuan was about to speak when he suddenly thought of something.

He quickly took out the receipt and bill of lading in his pocket, and found that there were 27 bags written on the number of pieces.

As far as he knows, such a formal large factory is very strict in checking the goods that are shipped out of the factory.

Although the manager counted 27 bags of money for him, the total number of sacks behind him was 30 bags. Once the guards checked out the wrong number when he went out later, they would be justified and unable to explain.

"Chuanzi, what's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

Seeing that his expression was not right, Ling Jiang asked quickly.

Ling Chuan was thinking of a plan, so he didn't answer for a while, but handed the receipt and bill of lading to the other party casually.

Ling Jiang looked over and over for a long time, but didn't see anything wrong.

"It's no problem, 27 bags, 75 yuan a bag, a total of 2025 yuan."

"Brother, we actually have 30 bags of goods here."

Ling Jiang is not a fool either, after being reminded by his younger brother, he immediately understood.

Although the weight is correct, the number of pieces is not right, there are three more bags, and if they are found out when they leave the factory, they may be accused of theft on their heads.

Ling Jiang was anxious for a while, "Chuanzi, what should we do? How about we talk to the steward?"

Ling Chuan shook his head, "The others are gone, and it's useless even if we find him. If he kills him because we secretly hid the goods, then we will be the ones who will suffer."

Only then did Ling Jiang realize that they were put together by the steward.

Ling Chuan's eyes swept over the sacks behind him, and then he looked at the other people around him, and soon he had an idea in his mind.

"Brother, let's unseal all the sacks."

"It's well sealed. What are you doing untying it? How troublesome it is to carry it on the road."

Although Ling Jiang complained incomprehensibly, he followed Ling Chuan's instructions and began to untie the cotton rope at the mouth of the sack.

With the sound of "da da da" stitches being removed, a sack was untied, and Ling Jiang's eyes lit up when he saw the soft and comfortable woolen hat with fine stitches inside.

"Chuanzi, it's no wonder the price is more expensive, this product is really good, take a look."

Ling Chuan also opened a sack at this time, and the goods inside were the same as Ling Jiang's sack, all woolen hats, but the colors and styles were different.

But things are good, soft and smooth to the touch, not sticky at all.

The stone in Ling Chuan's heart fell slightly, and he immediately greeted Ling Jiang, "Brother, go ahead and unpack all the sacks."

Although Ling Jiang was puzzled, he didn't ask any more questions, and started to work quickly.

The peddler next door couldn't understand the brother's intentions, and surrounded him curiously, "Why did you unseal the seal? Will you have to seal it again later?"

Ling Chuan explained with a smile, "I want to see what kind of goods I have, so I can make plans. By the way, brother, do you want to exchange goods with us?"

"Exchange? How?"

"That's it. I have a lot of hats. I want to exchange them with you for other things."

The vendor hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to change it, it's very troublesome for you to remove it, and it might get damp and moldy."

Ling Chuan opened his mouth and wanted to persuade a few more words, but a little old man around 50 years old on the other side came over.

"Young man, I'll change with you."

Hearing that someone was willing to exchange the goods, Ling Chuan naturally wished for it.

"Uncle, which goods do you have more?"

"It should be gloves, and there are probably a lot of scarves."

As he said that, the little old man pointed to several sacks containing hats that Ling Chuan had unpacked, "I'll take two bags of gloves and one bag of scarves, and exchange you three bags of hats, how about it?"

"Okay."

The two sides changed quickly.

When the others saw it, they also followed suit.

Although the goods everyone took were gloves, scarves, and hats, they were all different in style, pattern, and color.

Just like scarves, some are plain, some are striped, and some are checkered. There are also different stitches, such as thick stitches and thin stitches, braid stitches, mesh stitches, diamond-shaped stitches, and so on.

The richer the style, pattern and color of the goods, the easier it is to sell them back home.

There were more and more people exchanging goods. Some exchanged half a bag of striped scarves for Lingchuan's half bag of plain scarves, and some exchanged a hundred thick-knit sweater hats for Lingchuan's hundred fine-knit hats.

Taking advantage of the gap between the exchange of goods, Ling Chuan took the opportunity to disassemble the 30 sacks of goods into 27 bags.

After the others exchanged goods and returned to their respective areas, the little old man who exchanged goods with Ling Chuan first smiled and gave him a thumbs up, "Young man, you have a good mind."

Seeing that the other party noticed his small movements, Ling Chuan simply didn't hide it.

"No way, we came all the way here to earn some hard money, so we have to plan carefully."

"Who said it wasn't?"

Seeing the helplessness and emotion on the little old man's face, Ling Chuan suddenly realized something, "Uncle, you already knew that the weight of these goods is not enough?"

The little old man snorted mockingly, "Everyone is in this business, and you can tell at a glance whether the quantity is right or not. Look at the people around, at least half of them know that this batch of goods is tricky."

Seeing Ling Chuan and Ling Jiang's surprised faces, the little old man continued: "You must be wondering why everyone didn't expose it? The steward in charge of settlement is a relative of the deputy factory manager. If you offend him, this source of income will be cut off. Yes. For the sake of the long-term plan, everyone pretends to be deaf and dumb, and it is better to make less money than to cut off their own money."

As he said that, the little old man asked Ling Chuan again, "Are you just getting into this business, right? In fact, not only this factory does this, but also many factories around it. There is a saying that the world is as black as crows."

Seeing that the little old man was a real person, Ling Chuan wanted to make friends, so he briefly introduced his situation to him truthfully.

"Uncle, I have been in business for a short time and lack experience, so I will trouble you to give me some advice in the future."