"Go!" Xue's mother swept away her thumb and smiled, "If it weren't for my good grandson, I wouldn't have come!"
Xue Ling laughed and ignored her misalignment.
"I discussed with my dad and asked him to discuss with his middlemen and friends to ship the wrong winter shipments in the provincial capital as soon as possible."
Xue’s mother asked: “Did he agree? Can’t I sell it if I ordered the wrong order?”
"It's not sold." Xue Ling explained: "They have been put in the warehouse and have never sold it. My father didn't ask him to sell it, saying he wanted to give it to me."
Cheng Tianyuan asked curiously: "How many items?"
"Twenty thousand." Xue Ling replied: "Winter will be here next month, and winter clothes should be wholesale. I asked my dad to give me a few boxes of defective products in the warehouse, and also asked his friend to ship the 20,000 pieces."
Xue's mother glared at her and whispered: "You are still in confinement, so let your dad contact you. Anyway, it was the wrong order. Your dad didn't ask him to take responsibility. He said everyone would understand each other. The 20,000 items were given to you.
If you bring it, you will give your dad some capital back."
Xue Ling replied with a giggle: "My dad said he had made a profit for this batch of goods, so he didn't have to pay back his capital, so he would keep it for buying milk powder for his grandson."
"That won't work." Cheng Tianyuan suddenly objected and said, "Dad always needs to pay for fabrics, right? Labor, shipping, electricity, these must be a lot. 20,000 pieces are a large amount, you can't be greedy.
The capital is already good enough, so you can't let your father lose money."
Liu Ying nodded in agreement: "Yes, 20,000 pieces are too many, not a few clothes."
Cheng Muhai patted his grandson on the back and smiled and said, "Milk powder money is made by his parents, how can he let his grandfather spend it? It's not easy for him to run a factory, he is busy every day. I heard that he can only rest for a few days at the beginning of this year.
—It’s too difficult!”
"He said he didn't need it, so he didn't need it!" Xue's mother explained: "This series of winter clothes has been made from summer to autumn for more than six months. The quantity is very large, and I don't know how many cars I used up the fabric. There are hundreds of orders before and after the order.
Ten thousand pieces, he is not short of such a small cost of 20,000 pieces. As a grandfather, he is not a big deal to buy milk powder for his grandson with some money!”
Xue Ling smiled softly and said, "My mother is really capable of cheating people..."
Cheng Muhai was dumbfounded when he heard about millions of pieces.
"If a winter coat can make a few cents... that's a lot of money!"
Xue’s mother joked in a low-key manner, “It’s okay! Even if you make a living, there is still some. The profits of winter clothes are slightly better, and they are better than those of autumn and summer clothes.”
Liu Ying didn't know how to calculate and couldn't help asking: "If you make one dollar for each item, it's - that's -"
"Millions of dollars." Cheng Muhai whispered.
Liu Ying was stunned: "So many...?!"
Cheng Muhai nodded slowly.
Xue Ling heard what his mother said, thinking about trying to distribute some of his father's funds and enhance his family's ability to resist risks, so he didn't feel polite.
"My dad has decided, so I didn't refuse. His friend said that he would ship the freight in the past two days, and it is probably almost time for the provincial capital to get here. I have contacted Ah Hu and asked him to
He's going to do it."
Cheng Tianyuan said: "Then I'll go and help. The clothing store hasn't opened much recently, and it must have been dirty inside. I'll go back and scan it first and clean the place."
Xue Ling reminded: "Both inside and outside have to be cleaned. My father sent me a few boxes of defective products, which should be available in two days. The quality is different, so you should be open separately and don't be confused."
"Okay." Cheng Tianyuan agreed immediately.
Cheng Muhai said warmly: "Lingling, you are still in confinement now, so don't be too anxious to make money. Your body is the most important thing, do you know?"
"Dad, don't worry." Xue Ling explained: "I won't go out, I just contacted me by phone. Leave the matter to Brother Yuan and Ah Hu."
Ah Hu charges commissions, and as long as he sells one, he can make a cent, so he is very active.
The business in the photo studio is good, but he can't leave people every day. He is a person who can't sit still, so he wishes to do something else to change.
After receiving Xue Ling's instructions, he ran to the train station and the freight station twice.
When Liu Dafu saw him running in and out, he couldn't help asking, "What are you going to do?"
Ah Hu explained briefly to him and said, "When the goods come, I have to help my sister-in-law start a business. At that time, the business and accounts that come in and out of the store will be left to you to do."
Liu Dafu knew how to read and remember numbers, but these things didn't help him.
"Brother Hu, why are you so wide in business? You are from the Ministry of Transport, you have a photo studio, and you have a clothing wholesale, and you have learned to drive trucks - there are too many!"
Ah Hu laughed and whispered: "How many times have you told you that you are old and can't always call me 'brother', it will ruin me. I can't sit still in the Ministry of Transportation and I will stop paying for my job.
I am Xue Ling's assistant. She will do whatever she has to do, so I have so much work to do. I used to drive a truck, but now there are fewer ones."
"So that's how it is." Liu Dafu couldn't help asking: "That sister-in-law Xue used to be a newspaper, but she didn't want to have a stable job. Now can she make money by running that clothing store?"
"I've made too much money!" Ah Hu turned his eyes and lowered his voice: "Sister-in-law is rich! I bought a jeep and bought thirty houses for rent in 'Wangjiangyuan'! What kind of stable jobs do? It's only 200 per month
She only gets a salary of more than 1,000 yuan per month!"
"Wow!" Liu Dafu glared in surprise: "So rich?!"
Ah Hu nodded and said, "These are still the tip of the iceberg! The clothing items they earn are the real money."
Liu Dafu thought for a while and whispered: "Then—then the average profit of this photo studio is a few dozen yuan a day. We think it's a lot of money, which should not be considered a big deal in her eyes."
"It's definitely not count!" Ah Hu stopped, "Uncle Liu, there's no one here, so I'll go and do it first. If there are many customers, let them wait and you can entertain them slowly."
"Okay." Liu Dafu nodded constantly.
After Ah Hu left, Liu Xing, who was having lunch break, hurried over with an aluminum lunch box.
There are no customers in the store, and my dad is cooking noodles.
He handed Liu Dafu the lunch box, "Dad, I'll eat noodles, you can eat."
"Eat together." Liu Dafu explained: "I am old and can't eat too much meat. You have to eat more."
The father and son started eating in the corner.
Although Liu Xing was so busy that he almost looked up to his limbs, he was very proud and very happy.
Liu Dafu remembered Ah Hu's earlier words and couldn't help but persuade his son to work harder.
"In the past, your mother and I thought that it would be better for people to get a fixed salary and live a stable life. Recently, I think we can get around 100 yuan a day, and occasionally dozens of dollars. I think it's a little bit small
The business is good too. After your colleague quit his job, he made so much money in less than a year!"
Liu Xing smiled and said, "That depends on personal situation. Xue Ling herself learns foreign languages and comes from a big city. She has a wide range of knowledge and strong abilities. Moreover, she has a father who runs a clothing factory.
, so it will be much more convenient than others. If you complement each other, she will naturally make more money!”
He looked around the room and whispered: "For me, this is a big improvement. I am already very satisfied."
Liu Dafu thought about himself, looked at his son again, and sighed secretly.
I have a small vision and a small pattern. No wonder my son is also a person with no ambitions...