When Li Manjun said that she wanted to collect old clothes, everyone went to look for them for her regardless of whether they had old clothes at home or not, without even asking about the price.
No one asked, but Li Manjun had to say it herself. She notified everyone upstairs and downstairs, then went downstairs to find a "station" where everyone would come to deliver the goods. She borrowed the blackboard and chalk from the uncle and aunt, and wrote down the price.
The price is currently 20 cents per pound.
Mo Yang frowned, feeling that no one would be interested in him at this price.
"Isn't this too low?" Mo Yang retorted weakly.
Li Manjun knew what was going on, so he asked him to calm down, pick up the scale, and go to the door to test everyone's thoughts first.
After all, this is the first time someone has recycled old clothes, and the residents are quite interested.
Nowadays, everyone's life is better, especially those in the city. They prefer buying ready-made clothes rather than buying fabrics to make their own, so the old clothes collected should be of good quality.
However, the price of 20 cents per pound makes everyone feel that it is a bit uneconomical.
An aunt brought down a bed of old clothes, which were clothes that her children could no longer wear when they were young. Although they were from more than ten years ago, she thought they were well preserved and looked pretty good.
But when I saw the price of two cents per pound, I felt a little reluctant to part with it.
"Mr. Li, your price is too low. The material of these clothes costs more than two cents." The aunt said angrily.
Li Manjun smiled and said, "Seeing that your old clothes are well preserved, I'll give you a higher price, twenty-five cents, okay?"
After packing up everything and carrying it back, not to mention taking up space, I was still tired.
The aunt raised the price again, and Li Manjun waved her hand, "All old clothes can be used. They are too small and too old, such as your children's bibs when they were young. I want to pick these out and burn them as garbage, so
You also understand."
The aunt sighed, "Okay, okay, then you can weigh me."
"Okay!" Li Manjun quickly took out the borrowed scale, hooked the bed sheet, and lifted it up to weigh it.
"The total is fifty-two catties and eight taels. I'll give you a round number. It's fifty-three catties, which is thirteen dollars and twenty-five cents, okay?"
It cost more than ten yuan, and after working as a part-time worker for more than two days, the aunt suddenly felt that this price was not bad.
Li Manjun also smiled and said: "Don't think the unit price is high, but the clothes are heavy, weighing just a few dozen kilograms, which adds up to a lot of money. It's better than being bitten by insects at the bottom of the box, right?"
"Yes, yes, that's the truth." The aunt counted the money handed over by Li Manjun and smiled happily.
Seeing this, the other residents no longer hesitated and took out all the old clothes at home.
But Li Manjun doesn't give everyone the price of 25 cents. She will increase the price for clothes that are well-preserved. Those that are wrinkled, smelly, or even yellow are still 20 cents per pound.
There were also some that were too shabby, so worn that they could be used as mops, but she just didn’t want them.
"Why don't you want mine?" The uncle still wanted to quibble, "Look at this, it's pretty good. It's just a little yellow, but it can still be worn after washing."
Li Manjun smiled at him awkwardly and politely, and declined: "Uncle, you'd better take it home to light the fire. You don't call these old clothes, you call them rags."
Neighbors came up to take a look, and then they all covered their noses and walked away three meters away.
I thought Li Manjun was harsh at first, but when I saw the old clothes in the old man's bag, I felt like they were just a den for a dog. I'm afraid they had never been washed with water in their life, and they were all stained!
The old man became angry from shame, cursed a few words in a low voice, and walked away in disgrace.
Li Manjun motioned for everyone to continue, and when he had time, he shouted to Mo Yang and asked him how the situation was over there.
Mo Yang leaned out half of his body and replied: "Very good, four sacks are filled!"
Li Manjun weighed the used clothes of the last two residents, and the area was almost swept. Including what Mo Yang carried down from upstairs, the total was 521 kilograms, and the average cost was 221 kilograms.
After all this busy work, it was already afternoon, and Li Manjun called Wang Dasheng to drive over and take the things to his office.
Wait for her to come over in person tomorrow to sort and sort.
These old clothes can be divided into three grades according to their newness and completeness. At that time, Joseph and the two can be given a more intuitive effect to see if they can accept it.
The styles of these domestic clothes are not fashionable and even a bit old-fashioned, but Li Manjun feels that in areas where even fabrics cannot be mass-produced, people should not mind the style of clothes.
They will only pay attention to whether the clothes are warm enough to wear in winter, cool enough to wear in summer, and whether the clothes are strong.
Of course, the prerequisite for all this to go smoothly is that Joseph and the two can accept such second-hand clothing.
Li Manjun decided to have dinner at a specialty restaurant in the downtown area. Zhao Yong got off work late, so she drove home to pick up her daughter.
Nian Nian was nervous and excited along the way, and kept asking her mother curiously: "Mom, who are foreigners? Why can't they speak Mandarin? Do foreigners eat children?"
Li Manjun thinks the first two questions are normal.
But, baby, why do you think foreigners want to eat children?
Li Manjun said with a smile: "Foreigners don't eat children. When you see guests later, you have to greet them politely. What mom just taught you, do you remember it every year?"
Every year he nodded heavily and read to his mother: "When you see Wai Guo Ren, say hello, hello, hello, hey hey hey!"
She thought it was funny, and the little girl laughed and fell on the safety chair.
Li Manjun couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth. Her cub is so cute.
Zhao Yong arrived at the hotel first and waited for the mother and daughter at the door.
Wang Dasheng has already picked up the people and is waiting in the private room upstairs.
Li Manjun's family of three met at the door and walked to the private room together.
Zhao Yong was inexplicably nervous, "It's my first time to eat with foreigners. What should I do if they don't understand me when I speak Mandarin?"
Li Manjun gave him a funny look, "Didn't you take a training class? By the way, your little notebook of common phrases can be put to use now."
Zhao Yong smiled bitterly, "You know how to make fun of me."
His little manuscript is all translated from Chinese to English. If you really read it according to it, wouldn't it be a big deal in front of Guan Gong?
Li Manjun suppressed laughter and knocked on the private room door.
When the door opened, Zhao Yong saw two tall unfamiliar faces sitting in the room. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the two excitedly getting up and walking over with open hands.
Fortunately, the previous training class he attended had taught him that hugging is a courtesy when meeting foreigners, and he knew that it meant friendship.
But watching Li Manjun gently hugging the two of them, I still felt an indescribable discomfort in my heart.
However, less than three seconds after this discomfort arose, two foreigners hugged him warmly.
Zhao Yong froze. Oh my God! Who wants to hug two big men?
He looked serious on the face, but in fact he looked at Li Manjun with helpless eyes: Help me, help me!
Li Manjun laughed and introduced his lover and daughter.
The translator next to him translated almost at the same time. Only then did Zhao Yong know that Ma De had a translator, which made him nervous for a long time.