"This is why you can only be a clerk and not a shopkeeper. As long as the goods are good, salted fish can prosper. Look at the quality of their fabrics, how bright and genuine they are." The owner of Zhengyang Fabric Store mentioned.
"He's from the capital. It's really different from our county." Some people are born with stupid brains and can't make any wise suggestions, and this guy is one of them.
"Beijing City? Look at their hairstyles and shoes. How do they look like Beijing? It's such a long way. If we can transport cloth back from the capital, what kind of manpower, material and financial resources will be needed? Will we even push out carts and set up street stalls?" the boss said.
smiled.
The boss of Zhengyang Clothing Store is very interested in this competitor's supply of goods.
After saying that, they went into the backyard of Buzhuang.
The guy stood there alone, rubbing his head stupidly.
"I'm not from the capital. My mother is right. Beautiful women can all lie to others. They are liars."
Later, the owner of Zhengyang Cloth Store sent another clerk to buy a foot of each kind of cloth at Bai Haitang Cloth Stall.
When he got it in his hands and looked at it, he was shocked. The colors were one after another, and they looked better than they looked from a distance, and they didn't fade at all.
"It's a pity, a pity that this kind of stuff only sells for five copper coins," the boss sighed in his heart.
"Go, take the banknotes and buy back all the remaining cloth they have." The boss told the waiter just now.
"We are a cloth shop, why should we buy other people's cloth?" the clerk asked.
"Why don't any of the guys I hired be smart?" The boss frowned, but the guy didn't dare to say anything more and walked towards Bai Haitang's car.
The boy came to the trolley with the banknote to pay.
"How many feet of cloth do you have? I've got it all!" It's generous and imposing, but not grand.
Lamei looked at the banknotes in the customer's hands and said, wow, it's all included and sold out all at once. It's great.
"I'm sorry, little brother, I'm not selling it, it's all inclusive. You just seemed to have bought one foot." Bai Haitang looked at the other party's clothes and it was clear that he was a clerk.
If the wife or daughter of a wealthy family sees it, she will definitely send a maid to buy it. At most, she will have a servant to help pick up the goods. She will never send such a person.
"What? You don't want to do business?" The young man thought that Bai Haitang would compensate him, and maybe it would be cheaper, and he would get something from it.
Unexpectedly, I couldn’t hold back after eating it.
Lamei doesn't understand why Sister Haitang doesn't sell it anymore.
The best deals are those that are wrapped up in one fell swoop. The deal is finalized.
"I only sell this cloth to people who actually make clothes. I don't sell anything else. You can go back and tell your boss clearly. You will be in trouble." Haitang said.
"You don't want the free money? You really have epilepsy." The waiter was very puzzled, and Bai Haitang's attitude was firm, so he had to take the banknote and go back in frustration.
"Sister, why are you doing this? It's getting dark. It will take another hour for us to rush back. If we sell it, we can go home." Lamei didn't want to stay in this dangerous place any longer, especially
night.
"Wangmei, we usually sell cloth at the market for ten coppers per foot, but today we sell it for five coppers. Do you know why?" Bai Haitang said earnestly.
This is what Lamei is puzzled about. She has been holding this question in her mind since the morning at the small market. She never asked, thinking that Sister Haitang was too busy and remembered the wrong price.