All groups operating in the second-hand goods trade eventually face a very awkward situation: first, a lack of sufficient supply, and secondly, the difficulty in ensuring the quality of goods.
In fact, up until now, the success of Lynch’s second-hand goods auction in Sabin City is primarily because of his partnership with Mr. Fox.
A large number of high-quality second-hand goods have transferred from Mr. Fox’s hands to Lynch’s. They don’t accept worthless items, so the product quality Lynch possesses is quite good.
However, as he plans to expand this business across the entire state, he faces the biggest problem of where to acquire enough satisfactory second-hand goods.
High quality and relatively hard demand are the foundations for a sustainable and profitable second-hand goods auction.
This seems like a tough problem to solve, but he actually had a solution long ago, which is to replace second-hand goods with brand new products and sell them directly!
This seems like a sowhat contradictory business model: selling new items as if they were second-hand. Would it incur a loss? Would it be disadvantageous?
However, since these are brand new items, they have greater appeal to participants, and they would be more willing to spend a bit more on these new second-hand goods than they are now.
From the very beginning, Lynch never considered making a profit through sales; he set his profit target early on the seats that salespeople must have.
After covering various expenses, he could even host such auctions for free, providing enough products and an environnt, but all salespeople must pay for the seats they hold.
With a dozen cities, each city ranging from four to five thousand to two to three thousand, let’s say an average of three thousand, forty to fifty thousand seats, nearly a million in inco each month; even if it halved in the future, he would still make five hundred thousand a month without doing anything. Why chase higher profits?
By distributing money to those around him, they would remain steadfast by his side and defend his interests. If he only cared about making money for himself, people like Richard would gradually leave him.
So where do those brand new and affordable products co from?
Undoubtedly, they must co from factories. Therefore, cost managent becos Lynch’s current dium to long-term goal—as the bankruptcy wave approaches major cities, an increasing number of large factories will shut down.
The inventories of these large factories will beco the primary source of goods for Lynch’s auctions in the short term, but to operate long-term, comprehensive preparation is essential.
Lynch gave a positive response to the idea of cooperating with Lunit, a factory owner of light industrial enterprises, which imdiately excited Lunit, who habitually began introducing his products to Lynch.
"Mainly standard-sized seasonal clothing. We have our own designers and raw materials, and we can also accept finalized contract manufacturing..."
So factories don’t design and produce their own brand clothing; they act as OEM for other brands. Ordering companies often provide their own design sketches and fabrics to avoid disputes and troubles regarding materials, and sign a compliance rate agreent to ensure their interests aren’t infringed.
Any garnt factory can quickly switch production content, which is characteristic of light industry factories. This is also why light industry is the first to be hit and wiped out in the wave because they lack uniqueness.
Commonality and general applicability have reduced most low-tech-barrier light industries to the first victims of the closure wave. Only factories with technological barriers and patents can barely maintain production, while others are basically dood.
The two factories under Lunit’s command are the sa; they can’t get any commissioned orders now. The things they can do, others can do too, and what others can do, they may not be able to do.
Moreover, their warehouses are already filled with clothes and blankets, and if no one saves him soon, he will have to face bankruptcy like everyone else.
In fact, Lynch didn’t realize that the people at the gala look sparse not because others didn’t co but because many have been eliminated by this ssy society; they’ve gone bankrupt, shut down, lost social value, and naturally weren’t invited.
This society is so cruel and realistic; rchants with no value don’t even have the qualification to attend such a gala because they can’t make it look vibrant here, only giving it a kind of withering and desolate sensation, which isn’t what the mayor wants, nor is it the ambiance an upper-class social setting should have.
Lynch took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over, "We can slowly discuss the cooperation issue after this; what do you think?"
Lunit looked around and imdiately realized his behavior was sowhat rash, "I apologize for my rudeness, Mr. Lynch. When would you have the ti?"
Lynch briefly recalled his schedule for the next week, "Tuesday afternoon?"
"Tuesday afternoon, then!", Lunit breathed a sigh of relief. At least Lynch’s deanor and attitude eased him a bit. He thanked Lynch for the opportunity, had a sip of wine, and then left to seek new opportunities. He didn’t entirely believe Lynch could really help him, nor had he prepared for the possibility of not being able to cooperate with Lynch.
As soon as Lunit left, soone else ca over, a middle-aged man appearing to be in his forties. He looked much better than Lunit, with a composed deanor, indicating his company and finances hadn’t encountered major issues.
He proactively extended his hand; the palm was very warm, unlike Lunit’s slightly clammy hand. Just from the first handshake, one could sense his situation, which was quite a magical feeling.
"Duncan...", he introduced himself simply and directly, then continued, "I know you, Mr. Lynch."
Lynch raised an eyebrow, and they tily let go of hands. Originally, several people nearby wanted to approach but stopped at this point. They would wait until Duncan and Lynch finished their conversation before attempting to chat with Lynch; that’s the rule.
"Oh? But I’m not very clear on you," he replied nonchalantly. From a certain angle and level, Duncan’s words weren’t very polite, and likewise, Lynch’s words weren’t either.
However, since neither party showed clear inclinations, the contextual uncertainty didn’t let the impolite tones affect them.
"I currently work as the General Manager at Lupu Real Estate," his face showed a touch of pride as he spoke. Of course, his job does indeed qualify him to feel that way.
Lupu Real Estate is a newly established company under Lupu Industrial Group, less than ten years old, and Lupu Industry is quite representative and influential in the state. It’s a sizable R&D-oriented industrial group company.
Their main focus is developing machinery to et market demands, such as the various machines used in Lunit’s clothing and blanket factories, all sourced from Lupu Industry.
As for Lupu Real Estate, it essentially exists to present better financial statents to boost their stock price.
Duncan’s intentions were very clear; he had his eyes set on the land Lynch owned.
When the club was established, the city wasn’t as large as it is now. At that ti, what seed to be land far from the city center is now right next to the city center, and its value has appreciated countless tis.
Previously, people hadn’t considered acquiring the club, but the problem was that large group companies like Lupu Industry thought a professional football club was a money-bleeding business difficult to yield good results. So until Lynch took over, perhaps so were eyeing that land, but nobody took action.
Now that Lynch expressed his intent to sell, naturally, it attracted so interest.
The two chatted briefly and roughly without delving into details. This is a gala, not an office, so nobody negotiates and seals the deal here—they just establish an interest.
After arranging a ti for detailed discussions, Duncan left satisfied, and soon after, a third person appeared in front of Lynch.
Standing on the other side, Ferrari watched Lynch naturally handle situations in such a setting, feeling surreal because he had seen many people attending such events for the first ti, leaving so humorous instances for various reasons.
Including himself, the first ti he attended a relatively high-level social gala with elders, he caused a joke due to excessive restraint and caution.
But looking at Lynch, he always felt there was sothing about him... he didn’t know how to put it, both expecting Lynch might ss up but also hoping he would perform even more perfectly.
People are so contradictory, willing to believe there exists sothing perfect in this world, to entrust their kind and bright side, but also unwilling for there to be truly perfect things, as it would only emphasize their own imperfections.
Gradually, so people started gathering around Lynch, a phenonon rarely seen; in such settings, seldom does anyone revolve around a "rookie" making them a core figure.
If Lynch had seniors, they would likely advise him before attending the gala to hold his tongue and refrain from uttering unbounded statents, focusing more on listening to others’ thoughts while keeping his stance reserved.
Seeing this, Ferrari couldn’t help but grow curious; he wanted to know what Lynch was saying to encircle those people around him.
He greeted the mayor and, holding his wine glass, approached Lynch’s small group. Before getting close, he overheard so words Lynch was saying.
"The Federation’s financial market is bound to collapse..."
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