102: Chapter 102 Blind Box Bidding

Upon hearing that the owner would restock temporarily, Chen Sheng breathed a slight sigh of relief and confirmed again, "Are you sure you will restock?"

To his surprise, the man hesitated and said, "Not necessarily, it depends on the situation."

Chen Sheng: "..."

He could only say that it would have been better if he hadn't said anything at all.

Bidding farewell to the man, Chen Sheng began to pace anxiously among the various stalls.

As time passed, this anxiety became increasingly apparent.

"I hope no one gets there before me," Chen Sheng muttered.

If someone else got there first, and he also lost three pieces of future information, he would definitely cry until he fainted in the bathroom.

Time slowly ticked to 16:40, leaving only 20 minutes until the information became invalid at 17:00... no, it was already less than 20 minutes now.

"Sigh~" Chen Sheng couldn't help but sigh, "In the end, I was still let down!"

Just then, a virtual arrow suddenly appeared before his eyes. He blinked hard, confirmed it wasn't a hallucination, and looked up in the direction of the arrow, where he saw a handcart being slowly pushed out of the logistics company.

A bulging, large snakeskin bag filled the entire cart, and on the bag, a bright red mark was blinking like a signal light.

Chen Sheng instinctively rubbed his eyes, "Holy crap! So this is the marker!"

It was certainly obvious enough.

Keeping his eyes fixed on the cart, he saw it moving towards a stall, so Chen Sheng hurriedly squeezed his way over to that same stall.

Soon, he heard the stall owner shouting to the buyers waiting for the new stock: "Blind boxes just cleared out, starting bid at two hundred."

"Two hundred!" A tall young man bid first, not forgetting to glance at the green-haired guy beside him as he spoke.

"Two hundred and fifty!" The young man with dyed green hair clearly wouldn't let him have his way and immediately retorted.

Of course, as mere bystanders, they were clearly not the protagonists of this auction; as they spoke, others also began to bid one after another.

"Three hundred."

"Five hundred."

"Seven hundred."

Soon, the price broke through one thousand.

However, when the price reached one thousand, the previously noisy bidding scene instantly quieted down. Some people looked conflicted, while others sighed and shook their heads, having likely given up.

The owner, who had been sitting calmly like he was fishing, saw that the price had peaked and could no longer sit still. He hurriedly said, "Gentlemen, this is prime stock pulled directly from the logistics company; I trust I don't need to say much about the value inside."

Hearing this, those who had looked conflicted once again tentatively called out a price.

"One thousand and fifty."

"One thousand one hundred."

...

Chen Sheng, who was huddled in the crowd, handed a cigarette to a man watching the spectacle nearby, "Handsome Guy, may I ask what 'prime stock' is?"

The man looked Chen Sheng over and asked with a confident tone, "Newbie!"

"Ah! My company went under, and I heard this could make money, so I came to try it out." Chen Sheng cooperated by showing a naive smile, commonly known as a silly grin.

"Prime stock refers to express blind boxes that are put on the shelves immediately after being cleared by the logistics company. However, it doesn't exclude the possibility that the logistics company has already screened them during the clearing process."

"Although the profit for prime stock is high, the risk is also very high." The man pointed to a stall not far away and continued, "I personally don't recommend playing with prime stock during the newbie stage. The secondary stock or leftover stock over there is more suitable for beginners. Although the profit isn't much, the advantage is that as long as you open up the sales channels, you basically won't lose money."

"Say, Handsome Guy, what is the difference between secondary stock and leftover stock?"

The second round of bidding was in full swing, but compared to the quick and decisive bids of the first round, the buyers in the second round were clearly more cautious and hesitant when bidding.

Clearly, it wouldn't be resolved in a few minutes.

Chen Sheng also took this opportunity to learn more strange knowledge. It wasn't that he really wanted to enter the blind box circle, but rather to accumulate material for bragging in the future.

Otherwise, on the dinner table, talking about the past and present, from astronomy to geography, from domestic trifles to international situations, from the theory of war to the origin of civilization and national inferiority...

Do you really think these are all just blind bragging?

Although there is some, and quite a bit, more often than not, it's bragging with substance, bragging that makes people believe. And to reach that level isn't something you can do just by blind bragging. Of course, it's not all from knowledge in books, after all, how many people insist on reading books other than novels for a long time?

It's just watching the fun when free, asking an extra question by the way, then organizing what you've seen and heard into a bizarre story through imagination, and after years of accumulation, doesn't it eventually become something you can say at will, something you have ready, something definitive and substantial?

After hearing this question, the man looked at Chen Sheng carefully several times, then said speechlessly, "No, you're planning to work in this industry, yet you didn't do any research beforehand?"

"Uh~" This question stunned Chen Sheng. After a long while, he stammered, "I've seen a little, but I think no matter how much you read, it's not as good as doing it for real. Don't they say it's better to travel ten thousand miles than to read ten thousand books? Once I do it myself, won't I understand everything?"

By the end, Chen Sheng had shed his initial stammering, and his whole person was full of confidence.

The man choked for a long time before finally squeezing out, "Hmm! That makes some sense."

Then he added in his heart, "But not much."

The man glanced at the ongoing bidding scene, cleared his throat, and explained, "These stall owners at the entrance of the logistics company are secondary dealers. They basically have connections with these logistics companies. After they get the goods, they will roughly screen them once, filter out the valuable items, and we call the remaining blind boxes 'secondary stock'."

"Secondary stock is about 500-800 yuan per pile, and you can still find some valuable items in it."

Speaking of this, the man looked around and finally pointed to a stall not far away, continuing, "Look over there, that stall with a pile of blind boxes casually stacked in front is the leftover stock."

"Leftover stock is basically a pile of junk. If there is a choice, people usually choose secondary stock, and only when there is really no choice will they drag some leftover stock back."

"Leftover stock is the cheapest; that pile is at most two hundred. Of course, there are good things in the leftover stock too. Someone previously found a string of small-leaf red sandalwood prayer beads in the leftover stock."

Seeing that the man had finished his cigarette, Chen Sheng quickly handed him another one. The man took it readily and tucked it behind his ear, "If you want to enter the industry, it's best to start with leftover stock. Set up a shop online, get some medium-sized cardboard boxes, sell a box of leftover stock for 9.9, and selling a pile of leftover stock for five or six hundred is definitely no problem. Making five or six thousand a month is still no problem."

"Alright! The bidding here is about to end, and I still have to go sweep for goods. You should look around more yourself!" The man waved his hand at Chen Sheng, squeezed out of the crowd, and quickly merged into another group.

"Thanks!" Chen Sheng thanked him.

Watching the man leave, Chen Sheng hurriedly shouted, "I bid one thousand eight hundred."

During their conversation, the price of this pile of prime stock had been bid up to one thousand seven hundred. When the price reached one thousand seven hundred, the other two of the three people who were still bidding chose to shut up while struggling.

However, just as the person who last shouted one thousand seven hundred was enjoying the spotlight of the whole venue, just as the stall owner felt the price had truly peaked and was preparing to finalize the deal, and just as everyone was whispering and discussing whether this pile of prime stock could break even, Chen Sheng's voice abruptly rang out, "I bid one thousand eight hundred."

Swish, swish, swish~

Everyone's gaze fell on Chen Sheng in unison.

For a moment, the discussion grew even louder.

"A fresh face! Does anyone know him?"

"Tsk tsk~ A fresh face is good. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers; Old Li is going to be roasted on the fire now."

...

Although there were people coming and going in the circle, the core part was fixed. Those who had been hanging around the logistics park for years, not to mention knowing everyone, could still distinguish Chen Sheng's fresh face that they had never seen before at a glance.

Amidst the discussions of the crowd and under the playful gazes of those watching the show, Old Li, who had just bid one thousand seven hundred, looked conflicted for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and shouted, "One thousand eight hundred and fifty."

When Old Li spoke, everyone's eyes turned to Chen Sheng in unison.

Chen Sheng saw this and calmly raised two fingers, saying, "Two thousand!"

"Hiss~"

"Hiss~"

When the number two thousand was called out by Chen Sheng in such an understated manner, many people around couldn't help but gasp.

What is a fierce dragon crossing the river?

This is a fierce dragon crossing the river; no matter how capable you local snakes are, you are crushed until you can't breathe under the glorious avenue of money.

Everyone's gaze shifted to Old Li again in unison.

"I~" Old Li's entire face turned red, and he was immediately ready to raise the price again. But before he could raise his hand, his companion who had come with him hurriedly stopped him and whispered a few words in his ear. Only then, under the gaze of everyone, did Old Li grit his teeth and say, "I give up!"