In the next few days, Song Yuanchao and the others basically lived and ate in the air-raid shelter without going anywhere. As time went by, they made clothes hangers faster and faster, the raw materials were gradually consumed, and the finished clothes hangers were piled up one sack after another.

On the first day, 618 clothes hangers were completed due to lack of proficiency. On the second day, as the proficiency increased, the number reached 1,725. On the third day, it rose to 1,988. On the fifth day, Song Yuanchao and the five of them started from

After working from early morning to early evening, all the raw materials were finally used up and all the wire hangers were completed.

The final number of wire hangers completed was 8,962, which was similar to Song Yuanchao's estimate. Because there were not enough sacks, only 30 sacks, or an integer of 3,000, were packed, and the rest were neatly placed in bundles in the air raid shelter.

Everyone has been very busy during these five days, working day and night. When they are hungry, they just grab a few mouthfuls of rice. When they are thirsty, they take a few sips of water from the water bottle. When they are really tired, they just lie down on the sacks in the air-raid shelter and take a nap.

After waking up, he continued to work hard, including Song Yuanchao, who came home disheveled and disheveled for a few days, looking almost as embarrassed as the day he first returned to Shanghai.

After the work was completed, Song Yuanchao announced that everyone should take a day off to recuperate and set off tomorrow at four in the morning. The last step is to sell the finished clothes hangers.

We went to a nearby bathroom to take a shower, and then we all had a meal in the air-raid shelter, and lay down to rest early. At 3:30 the next morning, the alarm clock that was set rang on time, and Song Yuanchao and the others got up and cleaned up one after another.

, just after four o'clock, in the still hazy night, Li Daqi rode a tricycle, which was filled with sacks filled with hangers. Others followed on foot, heading towards the nearest vegetable market.

It was less than 4:30 when we arrived at the vegetable market. At this time, there were already many people in the vegetable market. Song Yuanchao looked at the terrain and asked Li Daqi to pull the tricycle to an intersection, and then asked his friends to unload the sacks on it.

Last year, the market gradually began to open up. Especially at the end of the year, many farmers from the suburbs began to transport vegetables, eggs and other things to the city to sell. Together with some hawkers running single gangs, these small traders and hawkers

Most of them will gather near the vegetable market, and over time a relatively fixed market will be formed.

Of course, under the current circumstances, this market is not officially recognized by the authorities. They just turn a blind eye. To put it bluntly, it is still a black market.

The market starts at 4:30 in the morning every day and usually ends at 6:30. After dawn, everyone disperses automatically, as if nothing happened.

After unloading the things, Song Yuanchao opened a sack, took out the tied clothes hangers and took them apart. Then he pulled a rope between two trees on the sidewalk and hung the hangers on them in order of color.

After finishing, the clothes hangers of three colors were hung staggered, which looked very eye-catching. The next step was to sell. But at this time, Song Yuan met Li Daqi, Zhang Bin, Wang Jianjun, and Gu Jie. Look at me. Look at me.

Look at you, but I don’t know how to hawk.

When the things were put out, people naturally gathered around to look at them, but no one except Song Yuanchao had ever done such a thing. In fact, Song Yuanchao had never been a peddler, but he lived for nearly seventy years and had never eaten pork.

Have you ever seen a pig running?

What's more, when he was working at the telephone office in later generations, he took his subordinates out on missions and set up stalls to do telemarketing work. Seeing that everyone was at a loss and didn't know how to shout and sell things, Song Yuanchao rolled up his sleeves and set an example.

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"Hey, hey, hey! Come and take a look. Don't miss it if you pass by. The wire hangers are cheap and good-quality. They are made of solid materials and the price is cheap! They only cost 35 cents each. If you buy them back to dry your clothes, they will hang securely and securely.

Solid, this is a rare opportunity!”

Song Yuanchao held two clothes hangers in one hand, hooked them together and waved them in his hand, playing with Bruce Lee's nunchucks, making him dazzled by the sound of the wind. From time to time, a white crane spread its wings and waved the pipa.

It looks more like a later generation Haidilao Ramen performance.

While waving, he shouted loudly, and as his shouts sounded, more and more people started to gather around him.

"Young man, are you selling steel wire (iron wire) clothes hangers?"

"Steel wire, six centimeters thick steel wire, with a PVC casing seal on the outside. It is hard and solid, and will never rust. Look at this color and workmanship. It only costs 35 cents a piece. It's so cheap.

Unique in Shanghai!" Song Yuanchao happily played with the clothes hanger in his hand and showed it to the other party.

"The color is pretty and the look is nice, but is this hanger strong?"

"Strong, absolutely strong!" Song Yuanchao said nothing, picked up a clothes hanger and whipped it at the trunk of the sycamore tree next to him. The hanger slapped against the trunk with the sound of the wind, and the white trunk was ripped open by Song Yuanchao.

The bark and green sap splashed out, but the clothes hanger in Song Yuanchao's hand was basically not deformed except for being stained with some bark and sap.

"Look, let's take a look at the workmanship and materials. Not to mention hanging clothes, does it feel good to spank your children? As soon as you whip them, your children will become very obedient."

"Hahaha!"

Song Yuanchao's words immediately made everyone burst into laughter. In this era, it is common for parents to beat their children. Which adults don't beat their children? Using a feather duster to beat the big kid in the family until he jumps up and down, howls like a ghost, is a common thing.

Song Yuanchao's words resonated with everyone.

"Young man, the things look good, can they be cheaper?" a middle-aged man asked.

"Thirty-five cents each. If you buy three at once, how about we give you one yuan? The price is cheap enough. We use good materials but the cost is high. If it is cheaper, we will lose money."

"Okay, give me six, two yuan, right?" The middle-aged man was a cheerful person, and he immediately took out two yuan and handed it over.

"Okay!" Song Yuanchao quickly collected the money and asked with a smile: "Brother, what color do you want? We have three colors, red, yellow and blue."

"Let's average it out, take two of each color." The middle-aged man thought for a while and said.

"No problem!" Song Yuanchao agreed with a smile, then turned around and saw Li Daqi and the others standing dumbly without reacting. He quickly kicked the nearest Li Daqi: "Six hangers, two of each color, give them to this person quickly.

Brother."

"Oh...good!" Li Daqi came back to his senses and nodded repeatedly. He quickly found six clothes hangers and handed them to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man took them and looked at them carefully. He even used his hands to push the hangers slightly, and then he was satisfied.

's nodded.

The middle-aged man opened a store for Song Yuanchao and the others. The others saw that the quality of the clothes hangers the middle-aged man bought was indeed good, especially the sleeved clothes hangers with bright and beautiful colors. More importantly, Song Yuanchao's clothes hangers all looked the same.

Each of the handicrafts made from the same mold is of a very high standard, and there is no comparison to the clothes hangers made with a vise at home.

Besides, the price of 35 cents for a clothes hanger is indeed not expensive. The bamboo clothes hangers in the store are sold for 45 cents, not to mention that Song Yuanchao and the others can get 5 cents cheaper by selling them together, so it is even more cost-effective.

"I want six too, two of each color as before. Here's the money."

"I want three, bring me the red ones."

"Give me nine..."

With the middle-aged man's first order, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became lively. Song Yuanchao greeted Li Daqi and others to collect payment and deliver goods. He still waved the hangers with both hands and shouted loudly to solicit.

For a time, everyone was extremely busy, and most people bought three, six or even nine items at a time, and almost none bought them individually.

In less than half an hour, nearly half of the clothes hangers he brought out were sold. Seeing how good the business was, Song Yuanchao hurriedly asked Li Daqi and Gu Jie to ride back immediately and bring another batch over, while the others continued to sell goods where they were.

They started selling at 4:30 in the morning until after 7 o'clock. In less than half an hour, Song Yuanchao and the others sold nearly three carts of goods. It was almost time, people starting to go out for work, and it was time to close the stalls here.

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After packing their things, Song Yuanchao and others happily returned to the air-raid shelter, closed the door and happily counted today's results.
Chapter completed!