The traffic peak of Shujiang Night Market will gradually subside in half an hour.
Today is a normal day for many people stalling here.
But for the more than 20 stores selling women's T-shirts in the night market, especially the ones closer to Chen's shop, the clouds of worry are getting thicker.
Xiao Jiang is one of them. Normally she can sell thirty pieces a day when she has a lot, and twenty pieces a day when she is short. Her net income is about 200 yuan. In these days, her daily income is 200 yuan, which is better than that of countless office workers.
Earn more.
But today, she sold less than five pieces in total. Seeing that they were about to be delisted, she was puzzled and anxious.
"What's going on? Why can't we sell it today?"
"Lao Wang, how are your sales doing?"
"Pretty good..."
"Then I'll ask others..."
The girl selling jeans next to me smiled: "Sister, I know what's going on, do you want to listen?"
Xiao Jiang nodded: "Sister, you tell me."
"There's a fight on the street outside. Buy three women's T-shirts and get one free."
"Is it outside? There are people selling goods outside every day. It doesn't affect my business at all."
"It's really not a dump, it's all good stuff. I just happened to pass by when I was buying rice bags. Seeing that there were too many people here, I just took a look. The styles are all new, not to mention, and the styles are all plain.
It's elegant, cartoony, especially the quality. When you touch the materials, let's be honest...it's better than yours."
"Besides, he has a source of water over there. Did you notice that the goods you sell are all from the east, and almost all the goods from the west are bought from him..."
Xiao Jiang was dumbfounded. After a few words with her sisters, she asked her friends around to show them the stall. She wanted to go and see what kind of sacred place this was.
She followed the crowd and walked for three or four minutes before finally walking through the night market onto a street.
Then I looked around and saw a four-meter-wide stall full of people.
She could still hear the envious voices of the shopkeepers nearby. She walked closer and squeezed outside the shop for a while before finally entering the shop.
She saw Chen Zui, whom she didn't recognize.
I saw Xu Dangwu with a simple and honest smile.
Of course, I also saw Wang Keke, who was walking on a small horse and making a sound like an oriole.
None of this was important. Xiao Jiang looked at the goods in front of him, looked at the prices, and understood why he couldn't sell the goods today...
Fifteen dollars?
Is the cost price sufficient?
It seems to be enough, but judging from her experience in batching goods, the wholesale price of this kind of goods at Xingye Sheng is around 13 or 4 yuan per piece.
Do you just earn one or two yuan for one thing?
Are you going to let people live?
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Most of the ladies' T-shirt stall owners like Xiao Jiang came to Chen Zui's store tonight to have a look.
But after checking out the enemy's situation, everyone looked depressed when they returned home. They couldn't compete with each other for quality, price, or appearance... The four-meter-wide shop is really not that small.
The key is, where did this fairy come from?
You can work on a street for two days and then leave...
I've been doing this for a long time.
If this really happens for a long time...
Will this business go from bad to worse in the future?
Getting angry...
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Chen had no idea that so many colleagues would come to his shop tonight.
When the night begins to darken and the crowds finally begin to fade away, the business in the shop is still good...
He worked until all the surrounding stalls were almost cleared, and his place finally became quiet tonight.
The young woman next door rode a loaded tricycle to the door of the store: "Tomorrow, there will be electricity charges."
Chen Zui responded with a smile: "As long as you still let me in, I can charge whatever you want."
"By the way, where do you store your goods?"
Chen Zuozou looked around again and again. He brought more than 500 T-shirts, but now there are not many left...
It's not that I can't carry it back, but I can't move this shelf or anything else. I have to move it tomorrow, so why not store it nearby?
"Sister, do you have a place to store some stock? You can store it for me too."
The young woman said happily: "Okay, let's do this. Sister Ming'er will redo a banner for you. Buy three T-shirts and get one free. If you make any purchase in our store, you can choose a doll next to it and get a discount of five yuan."
"That's easy to say."
"Then I'll send you there first. You guys hurry up and close the stall. I'll take you there again later when I come back."
"Sister, you are so kind."
"Brother, your mouth is so sweet."
Wang Keke: "Ahem, what are you doing, what are you doing..."
Xu Dangwu looked left and right, but did not dare to speak.
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The iron frame was dismantled, tied with rope, the scenery cloth was folded, and the spool was rolled...
After working for a while, I finally finished sorting these things out.
Sitting on the big bag containing clothes, Wang Keke suggested: "It's a bit messy today. We need to divide the work tomorrow."
"Well, we have to settle accounts tomorrow morning."
Chen Zui looked at his bulging pocket, and then thought of Zhao Wanrou. She had prepared this pocket, and it also contained five hundred yuan in change, including five yuan, ten yuan, and one yuan for change.
"Sister, you have nothing to do tonight, why didn't you come to check on me?"
Wang Keke gave him a roll of his eyes: "Your sister, won't you come to take your inventory in a moment?"
Chen Zui: "Don't make trouble..."
Wang Keke sighed: "Maybe I'm busy playing games..."
Chen Zui changed the subject: "Oh, by the way, this is my classmate Xu Dangwu."
Wang Keke was not joking at this time, and stretched out his little hand: "Hello, my name is Keke."
Xu Dangwu shook hands with her, and Xiaofang blushed.
Wang Keke was surprised: "It's not Chen Zui. Are you sure you two are classmates? Are you so thin-skinned?"
It's okay if she didn't say it. When she said that, Xu Dangwu's face turned even redder.
Chen Zuizhi smiled: "Whether you can come tomorrow or not, I... it seems that we are really too busy. If you come, we will expand the store to a bigger stall tomorrow."
Xu Dangwu didn't even think about it: "Okay, I'll be fine if I stay at home anyway..."
Wang Keke looked at Chen Zui: "Capitalist! Are you just helping? Are you not talking about money?"
Chen Zui put his arm around Xu Dangwu's shoulders: "What are you talking about, Wang Keke, this is my brother, talking about money hurts feelings!"
Wang Keke: "Bah..."
But Xu Dangwu put his arm around Chen Zui's shoulders, raised his head and said righteously: "Brother, I won't come to talk about money!"
Wang Keke: "Okay, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer..."
While the three of them were chatting, the young woman next door came back riding a tricycle, her big white legs gone in vain.
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After the market closed, the night market was in a mess.
Packaging bags, water bottles, and all kinds of paper scraps can be seen everywhere, filling the world in front of us.
After the three of them deposited their bags, Chen and Zui said goodbye to the young woman, then turned around and went to the snack street that was still open. They helped the lady clean the pot at Aunt Zhou's spicy skewers, and it was all a celebration banquet.
After eating, the three of them said goodbye. When Chen Zui returned home, his mother was sleeping soundly.
He quietly took off his shoes and walked back to his bedroom.
On that simple wire bed, he opened his pocket, first took out pink bills and put them aside, then put the green fifty bills together...
In this way, a pile of money was placed in front of Chen Zui.
The commentators were in high spirits at this moment, but Chen Zui didn't even look at it.
After counting all the money, excluding the 500 yuan in change that Zhao Wanrou brought, the total income was 4850.
A rough estimate is that the net profit will be at least 2,000.
Looking at the extraordinarily round moon outside the window tonight, Chen Zui thought at this moment: "You can make money by working in the night market..."