The filming lasted until 9pm. Lu Fei declined and moved to the guest house to live with the crew and rode his bike home.
As soon as I entered the door, the two rooms were dark. I was surprised to find that Xiao Hongmei was not at home. I had no time to think about it, and my stomach was churning and growling.
"Fuck, the fat intestines are definitely not cleaned!"
I had been feeling upset all afternoon, so I hurriedly grabbed toilet paper and a flashlight, and rushed to the public toilet.
Regardless of gender, this is the only one shared by three courtyards, and all 16 families have their babies here.
Under the dim street light, Lu Fei stood at the door. The stench hit his nostrils, and he stuffed paper balls into his nostrils.
The lock on the door is basically a decoration and cannot be locked at all. Every time, I have to shout loudly: "Is there anyone in there?"
"Second son of the Lu family, go, go, go, Aunt Wu and I are inside."
The voice of a middle-aged woman came and Lu Fei felt a pain in his chrysanthemum.
Damn it, hurry up and buy a house. Freedom from wealth is the second priority, and freedom from squatting is the first priority!
He held his stomach and ran around in circles, quickly smoking a cigarette to divert his attention. From the corner of his eye, he saw Xiao Hongmei riding a tricycle emerging from the alley.
"Hey, sister-in-law? Where did you come from?"
"It's a night market!" Xiao Hongmei got out of the car, "We can't rely on your eldest brother alone. I have nothing to do at night, so I might as well go sell socks."
Lu Fei was surprised and confused. Didn't his sister-in-law set up a street stall in the previous life?
"Your elder brother and I made a blind conspiracy, just think that I will be re-employed." Xiao Hongmei said.
Lu Fei said seriously: "Sister-in-law, our family will be rich soon."
Xiao Hongmei mistakenly thought it was the salary, "You should keep the money for yourself to go to college. Don't worry about your family affairs. Just relax and film."
………
In the next four days, it will be two o'clock and one line at home and on the set.
Lu Fei didn't have the greenness of a newbie, but he was getting better and better, acting more and more skillfully, and getting along with the crew more and more harmoniously. Even Tang Danian, who got into trouble on the first day, talked about the movie and shared his opinions.
Shake it off and immediately look at it differently.
"Old Tang, let's go!"
He stood at the fork in the alley and waved.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, let's find a stall and keep chatting. I'll treat you." Tang Danian was addicted to chatting, "Continue the 'writer-centered system'."
"It's too late. I'll ask you for 10 yuan another day."
Lu Fei pedaled in the opposite direction to Tang Danian and parted ways. The bell rang all the way. When he got home, there was a tricycle parked under the bare jujube tree.
Through the window glass, Xiao Hongmei in the room placed various socks on the floor, counting them and sighing.
"Sister-in-law, how is business today? Is it good?"
"Okay, it's great, people are buying it every day."
Originally, Lu Fei believed Xiao Hongmei's words 100%, but autumn and winter are the peak seasons for socks, and summer is the off-season. In the hot summer, boat socks and transparent socks are not popular these days. Bare feet are popular and sandals can sell well.
?
With an uneasy heart, I waited until the crew finished work the next day and went to Dashilan Night Market.
There is a saying in old Yanjing, "Go to the overpass to see things, and go to Dashilan to buy things." In the 1980s, there were huge crowds of people, but when Xidan and Wangfujing rose, Dashilan declined.
Nei Liansheng, Rui Fuxiang, Bu Yingzhai...
Century-old shops can be seen everywhere, but Lu Fei had no intention of staying. He walked from Meishi Street to Jewelry Market, but there was no trace of mobile street stalls. After asking around, he found out that Dashilan wanted to improve business quality and was only allowed to set up street stalls on Liangdong Street.
Finally, I found Xiao Hongmei in a corner.
She set up a small horse and joined the army of stalls. On both sides of the street, there were all street stalls, food stalls, toy stalls, jewelry stalls, clothing stalls, and shoe stalls. Although the sparrow was small, it had all the essentials.
Lu Fei glanced around and noticed with sharp eyes that Zhao Guoqiang was also there, and the stall was still deserted.
"Hey, Brother Zhao, I meet you again."
"Brother, it's fate."
Zhao Guoqiang was surprised and threw a cigarette. It was the one sent by Lu Fei to the front door. It was indeed a flower to offer to Buddha.
Lu Fei asked doubtfully: "You didn't go to the overpass?"
"Yanjing is bidding for the Olympics and needs to clean up the city. The city management is super strict these days, and fines will be imposed if found."
Zhao Guoqiang stretched out his finger and pointed: "Look, look, look, there are four sock stalls on one street, and they are all in one place. This business is impossible to do."
How the hell can this be involuted?
Lu Fei glanced at Xiao Hongmei through the cracks in the crowd. No one was paying attention to the stall. His sister-in-law was so tender that she did not dare to communicate with the customers. She neither yelled nor introduced her. She sat quietly, as if she was in prison.
And Huang Mao opposite her happened to be a competitor, and he was an expert!
There are all kinds of socks on the folding table, lined up row after row, and there are grid shelves behind them, filled with nail clippers, bracelets, key chains, and headwear.
Huang Mao shouted loudly: "We sell socks, they are pure cotton, anti-odor, sweat-absorbent, comfortable and non-slip... I don't bully the old, I don't hide from the young, I only rely on the quality to promote, you can rest assured, I have a conscience..."
The jingle really attracted passers-by.
Zhao Guoqiang's eyes were hot and he cursed: "Damn, you are so smooth-talking, why don't you take the postgraduate entrance examination!"
Lu Fei shook his head and was worried. Xiao Hongmei was a cute new baby. He hadn't left the novice village yet, and he bumped into the new killer Huang Mao. The traffic flow made him eat so hard that he couldn't even drink soup.
Must come up with an idea!
What idea?
Lu Fei spent all day long, lost in thought, looking at the lunch box with no interest, and stuck his chopsticks on the rice.
"You can't insert chopsticks like this. It's taboo." Gao Yuanyuan sat next to her. "What are you thinking about? Are you absent-minded?"
Lu Fei accidentally let go of his hand and dropped the chopsticks to the ground. He squatted down to pick them up and looked up at her legs, which were slender and slender.
"You, what are you looking at!" Gao Yuanyuan shrank her feet.
"I'm looking at socks."
Lu Fei picked up the chopsticks and asked curiously: "Why do some people still wear socks after wearing sandals?"
"It prevents slipping due to sweating, and it's very uncomfortable if you don't wear it." Gao Yuanyuan curled her lips, "Why, is it weird?"
"What do you think about stockings and sandals?"
"Not very good, what do you want to do?"
"I was wondering, would stockings look good with sandals?" Lu Fei lowered his head, thinking about e-commerce, advertisements and other model shows.
Gao Yuanyuan felt that his eyes were full of aggression, moving on her legs, and asked in embarrassment: "Does it look good?"
Lu Fei was lost in thought and blurted out: "It looks good."
Gao Yuanyuan spat, cursed the gangster in her heart, and ran away with her lunch box.
From then on, for nearly a week, the two of them never had a meal together. The crew watched and whispered to each other.
"Are these young lovers having trouble?"
"Tsk, they have only known each other for a few days. They are not at all. They are just dining friends at most. But the quarrel between them is probably true."
They secretly gossiped, and suddenly Lu Fei passed by. He immediately stopped talking, said hello politely and said goodbye, and looked at his back as he rode away.
"Why is it so awkward?"
"I heard they are socks."
"What, socks?"
………
Late at night, the cicadas chirped endlessly.
"Rimm, it's too hot."
Puff puff puff, Lu Fei lay on the mat and shook the cattail leaf fan, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He reached for the can and found that the foam had reached the bottom, so he got out of bed to pour water.
In the dark living room, faint sounds of sobbing could be heard. As soon as the light was turned on, Xiao Hongmei was seen sitting in a chair in despair, wiping tears alone.
Lu Fei leaned forward and said, "What's wrong, sister-in-law, why are you crying like this? Is someone bullying you?"
"No, it's okay." Xiao Hongmei choked up. "A Fei, go to sleep."
Lu Fei glanced at the big bundle at her feet and said weakly: "Sister-in-law, are socks not selling well these days?"
"Hiss, hiss, well, the socks can't be sold."
Xiao Hongmei couldn't bear it anymore and started crying. She only sold 4 pairs of 200 pairs of socks.
Lu Fei advised: "Sister-in-law, don't cry yet."
"I feel sorry for this money, and I feel sorry for your eldest brother even more. Your eldest brother is out all day long and is exhausted, so I just want to sell some socks to help him share the burden. I haven't done it yet, so I'm wasting money..."
Xiao Hongmei cried sadly, tears welling up in her eyes.
Lu Fei said distressedly: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I have an idea."
"A Fei, what do you have in mind?" Xiao Hongmei choked up.
"Sister-in-law, please tell me the purchase price of these socks first."
Lu Fei unwrapped the package. There were women's socks, men's socks, nylon, pure cotton, spandex, etc., the cheapest ordinary socks were also the most numerous, 100 pairs, 8 cents in, 1 yuan 2 out, the last
The most expensive ones are the Langsha brand silk stockings that are just for show, costing 10 yuan a pair.
The remaining 90 pairs include pure cotton socks priced at RMB 2, fine cotton socks priced at RMB 2.5, and nylon stockings priced at RMB 6, accounting for the majority.
After a while of mental calculation, the total cost was 457.5 yuan, and for the 196 pairs of goods in front of me, there was still a backlog of 454.3 yuan.
Lu Fei rolled his eyes and said, "Sister-in-law, I will go with you to sell socks tomorrow."
