Whether there are jujubes or not, you have to take a shot to find out.
Anyway, there is no market for the clothes now. This week, Que Yaqian carried a large bag of clothes and returned to Daping Village, where she convened a meeting with the villagers.
Take out the clothes and show them to everyone.
"Is this dress good?"
Of course it's cool.
Most of the villagers are busy with farm work and cannot even go to town twice a year. Where have I seen these clothes? How can I feel bad about them?
"How about I give you these clothes, eight yuan a piece?"
"Eight yuan a piece? Is that cheap?"
"Our relatives in the city spent dozens of yuan on a piece of clothing like this."
"Of course it's cheaper to get it from me." Que Yaqian said: "But if you sell it, it will cost you eighteen yuan."
"Eighteen yuan? Does anyone want to buy it?"
But Cree Yaqian smiled and said: "Why didn't you buy it? Don't you know An'an Clothing Store? They sell clothes like this, eighteen, twenty-eight, thirty-eight... a lot of people buy them.
Do you know how much profit An’an Clothing Store makes in a month?”
"How much?"
"Stop talking about five hundred dollars."
"Five hundred!"
The villagers were shocked.
They all know that An'an Clothing Store's business is good and there must be no shortage of money to make, but they don't know that it is so profitable.
No wonder, no wonder the Lu family has built a house and bought a big truck in the past few years. With so much money, shouldn't their family be so arrogant?
Ju Yaqian looked at the expressions of the villagers and knew what they were thinking.
"Don't be jealous, you can make this money too," she said.
"How do we make money?"
"The only way An'an Clothing Store can make money is because we can get the goods. Isn't it good for you to get the goods?
Like this, I will give these goods to you at this price, eight yuan or ten yuan, and you can sell them at eighteen or twenty-eight yuan.
You also know that there is no need to worry about selling the clothes in An'an Clothing Store, and you don't have to worry about getting the goods. Isn't the money earned in the process all yours?"
The villagers were stunned when they heard this.
Is there such a good thing?
Isn’t this money falling from the sky?
"But there is only one thing." Cree Yaqian said: "When you open a store, you will have to invest some money in the early stage to get the goods, and the store can only be called An'an Clothing Store, and the clothes you sell can only be shipped by us."
"So, how much does it cost?" A villager asked and got an idea.
"Hmm... just choose a store in the surrounding towns. The rent is not expensive, plus decoration, security, etc., it will cost at least one to two thousand yuan."
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Most of the villagers' enthusiasm was immediately dispelled, and the clothes in their hands were thrown back into the baskets.
Hey, they say there is no such thing as a free lunch.
If they had two thousand yuan, why would they bother with this? Build a big house and enjoy the luxury.
Cree Yaqian was indeed optimistic, and when the villagers heard about the request for money, they dispersed one after another.
Although the household production guarantee system is now guaranteed, and every household's pockets are bigger than before, two thousand yuan is not a small amount after all, and no one dares to take risks with this money.
Even those who have ideas also have their own concerns.
"Let me tell you, if you can really earn two thousand yuan a month, what if you invest one thousand yuan?"
This is how the Ma family's aunt discussed with Uncle Ma behind closed doors.
The Ma family's son is a high school student. In the first two years, he listened to his son's advice and responded to the country's call. He reserved two acres of land to plant fruit trees and transported them to the town to sell them himself, earning a lot of money.
There's stuff in the pocket, so I'm thinking about it.
Uncle Ma smoked a dry cigarette, which made a "click" and "click" sound.
"He said he can make money, can he really make money?" Uncle Ma asked.
"I always feel that the Lu family can't lie to us, right? The Lu family's daughter-in-law is a nice person, she doesn't look down on others even after making money, and she is very kind to our fellow villagers.
You see, some time ago, I led the whole village to tie mops, and each person earned more than ten yuan.
Maybe they really want us to make money?
After making money, like the Lu family, they built a two-story small bungalow with red bricks, which is very impressive."
"I think you have long hair and short knowledge."
Uncle Ma looked down upon the mother-in-law in his family very much. She was too short-sighted.
"A small favor from someone can cover your eyes.
Oh, you are satisfied if you only earn a dozen yuan? Do you know how much money the Lu family earns?
I calculated it, at least one or two thousand yuan.
Oh, if someone orders you three melons and two dates, you will remember their kindness. Do you really regard that person as a Bodhisattva?
What are you thinking about?
Have you not forgotten how the Lu family made their fortune?
When we got those clothes back, we sold them for dozens of yuan each, and all the money we earned was the money of our fellow villagers.
Humph, how could their family be so kind? It’s not our turn to make money? I don’t know what they have in mind.”
"No way."
Aunt Ma said weakly: "I see that the Lu family are pretty good. In the first two years, I broke my leg on the way back from fetching water, and the four boys from his family helped me carry it back."
"snort."
When Uncle Ma heard this, he simply couldn't be bothered to pay attention. He rolled his eyes, turned his head, and said four words in a disdainful voice - a woman's opinion.
In this way, the Ma family's idea of opening a clothing store ended here.
The people in the village are all the same, and most of them have no money. Even if there are a few who have money, they have given up the idea because of various concerns.
Except for one person.
Fang Jing.
Fang Jing is also nineteen years old this year, and her family is trying to find her an in-law.
The Fang family was originally well-off, with several sons either working as workers in the city or joining the army. With this only daughter in the palm of my hand, it was natural that she would find a good husband.
He's a chef in a hotel.
This is a good job. Not only is it a guaranteed job, but it can also make you some money.
And my family background is also very good, my parents are both from state-owned enterprises.
But Fang Jing just doesn't like it.
But the Fang family was very anxious.
"If you don't like this, what else do you want to see?"
The reason given by Fang Jing: "He is too ugly, fat, and has no neck. He smells like oil smoke when he gets closer. He is also uneducated. I can't talk to him."
Mother Fang was speechless.
"Sister-in-law, you are living your life, what do you think you are?
I'm asking you to find a partner, not a beauty pageant. What do you care about what their parents look like?
The conditions of the Jiang family are so good, and they only have one son, so they don't have to worry about food and drink. You will be blessed if you marry him, what else do you want? Do you know how many people are queuing up to enter his house?"
"I won't!" Fang Jing was determined.
"I don't want to eat a grain of rice from his family or drink a sip of water from his family. Last time we met, Jiang Wenbin asked me if I could have a son. He also said that his parents are old and they should be filial to him if they marry into his family.
His parents."
"yes."
The Fang parents think there is nothing wrong with this.
"Shouldn't a daughter-in-law do these things?"
Fang Jing:……
"It's not like I can't work anymore, so why should I go to his house to be a mother-in-law? The army art troupe was recruiting workers two years ago, and people took a fancy to me. If you hadn't stopped me, I would have become a female art soldier now."
"Humph, you are so naive." Mother Fang sneered when she heard this.
"Do you think it's really that easy? You join the army and you stay away for several years, so far away from home. Do you know how hard it is? What if a girl suffers a loss?
I don’t understand. You married into the Jiang family, went directly from our door to your husband’s door, didn’t ask you to do anything, and provided you with delicious food and drinks. Why on earth do you want to bother with this?