Chapter 40 A Ten Thousand Yuan Household in One Night
"Look at the workmanship, look at the style."
"This is the only batch available in the country, while supplies last."
Looking back now, Dad Jiang shouted the loudest: "35 yuan for a pair of high-end bell-bottom pants, come and take a look...the customized model from the second clothing factory..."
The second child, Jiang He, decided to give up. He now felt that it was most important to stop some talents, but he must not ruin his bell-bottom pants.
As more and more people gathered around, Jiang Shan gradually discovered that the comrades in the masses were far more enthusiastic about the display board than bell-bottom pants.
He quickly picked up a pair of bell-bottom pants and shook them off. The white bell-bottom pants immediately attracted the attention of some girls.
These two female stars were wearing so fashionable clothes that they couldn't take their eyes away.
"Look at the workmanship, look at the style."
After showing off, Jiangshan put his pants on Zhenyou's body again: "Look, they are exactly the same."
Damn it, Jiang Shan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, even the length is almost the same.
With just a few movements, the already itchy onlookers picked up the bell-bottom pants on the stall.
Make gestures, discuss and discuss.
Everything is good, but too expensive.
But some girls who have just visited the mall recently also know that they have never seen these pants before.
Dad Jiang: "There are only a few pairs of white bell-bottom pants today. Whoever is quick will get them."
Jiang Shan: "Don't think it's too expensive. Once these pants enter the department store in a few days, you won't even be able to get them for 50 yuan."
"It's true," one of the women said with deep emotion: "Last week, I just bought a pair of pants at People's Shopping Mall. They didn't look as good as these and cost me 38 yuan."
"Xinbai's pants are very expensive now. A slightly higher-end pair costs 30 to 40 yuan."
Jiang Shan's voice sounded again at the right time: "It's so beautiful, the same style of bell-bottom pants from Kurihara Komaki, Italian designer."
The other side also shouted: "Imported fabrics, imported designers, really beautiful and Kurihara Komaki's favorite."
"Look at the workmanship, look at the style."
"This is the only batch available in the country, while supplies last."
"Come and take a look at these high-end bell-bottom pants for 35 yuan a pair..."
At this time, a young girl appeared: "Oh, you actually sell bell-bottom pants. That's great. I've been looking for these pants for the past few days. I heard that they have been popular in Yanjing for a long time."
After saying that, I asked for a pair in her size, made some comparisons, and happily bought it.
Jiang Shan, who was wearing work clothes from the Second Garment Factory, held the money and shouted: "This is the only batch in the country, until sold out."
With a bang, several young girls who were hesitant just now were already collecting money.
"Bring me a pair of white bell bottoms,"
A female comrade passed over them and handed over the money. After all, it was a middle-aged woman who said boldly: "Large size will do."
Father Jiang took the money steadily, his legs were already trembling.
Jiang Chuan, who was holding a pair of white bell-bottom pants in his hand, stood next to his elder brother and looked across the road from a distance at the prosperous stalls on both sides of the Grand Guangming Cinema.
Just now, they had completed the last transaction of the night.
Looking at the crowded scene, Jiang Hai couldn't help but sigh: "There are really people buying it!"
A pair of pants is worth more than half a month's salary.
The younger sister Jiang Chuan hugged the bell-bottom pants in her hands tightly: "It looks so beautiful. If I had money, I would buy it too."
"Okay, be careful to stay hidden. The third child said, this is called a friendly guest appearance."
Jiang Hai took the bell-bottom pants from his sister's hand, took the four pairs he had bought at other stalls, and walked towards the opposite side together:
"Don't let anyone find you. I'll give them pants."
Jiang Hai delivered these five pairs of trousers on time, and the white bell-bottom trousers on both sides of the stalls had already been sold out.
Jiangshan has changed his name to Kurihara Komaki's black bell-bottom pants.
As the theater doors opened at 7 o'clock, people flocked out and immediately joined the queue to buy.
Although the number of people watching far outnumbered the number of buyers, the 120 pairs of bell-bottom pants at the two stalls were quickly sold out.
"Are there any bell bottoms for sale tomorrow?"
"Are you guys coming again tomorrow?"
"Will the white bell-bottoms disappear?"
"..."
A few lesbians who didn't buy bell-bottom pants were very anxious and surrounded various sellers to question them.
At this time, several experienced sellers who had grown rapidly were still smiling and explaining enthusiastically.
This feeling of being chased and bought is beyond beautiful.
I only regret that I was too timid before and didn’t dare to buy an extra pair of pants.
Otherwise, they would still be on sale right now!
At this time, they had completely believed what Jiang Shan said before setting off:
The bell-bottoms in the warehouse today will be their future bicycles, wardrobes, televisions, and Pujiang watches...
Father Jiang held his bulging money bag for a moment, and his heart finally fell to the ground.
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On the way home, Comrade Jiang Shan didn't want to say a word anymore and hummed in a hoarse voice: "I'm going to work."
He walked towards the printing factory. At this moment, he just wanted to get into the warehouse and sleep.
Jiang Ma shook her head, put away her distressed eyes, and hurried home.
Lao Jiang now has a huge amount of money. Not only that, the payments for other employees' goods will soon be sent to the Jiang family. They don't dare to spend the night with so much money.
Li Ruocheng and his wife, who thought they would have to wait a long time, heard the noise coming from the front yard before eight o'clock.
A team of beaming people from the fourth workshop were stopped by colleagues from the same factory in the front yard as soon as they entered the courtyard gate.
"Didn't you sell pants?"
"Where are the pants?"
"If I can't sell it, I'll return it."
"I told you that these pants are not easy to sell..."
Father Jiang looked proud at this time, and his voice became louder: "The bell-bottom pants have been sold out a long time ago."
Jiang's mother looked disdainful: "It's only half an hour's work. If I had known, I wouldn't have followed."
Other employee representatives were also confident: "Even so, we still underestimated the enthusiasm of the masses."
"I didn't think so before, but now the more I look at bell-bottom pants, the better they look."
"Of course, otherwise why would celebrities wear it?"
Jiang Xiangnan, who had two female stars between his elbows, had already walked into the house.
He firmly positioned the two female celebrities against the wall. At this moment, he touched the money bag hanging around his neck and wanted to offer incense to the two in front of him.
The lights in Lao Jiang's house didn't go out until a long time ago, and no one in the family lying on their own beds could even sleep.
They all felt that today was fresh and exciting.
At this time, Father Jiang and Mother Jiang were lying on both sides of a large bag of money, touching it from time to time.
All the bell-bottoms of the six groups were sold smoothly, and the 12,600 yuan payment made up of various small denominations looked spectacular.
That night, Ma Jiang, who lived in a household worth tens of thousands of dollars, just felt miserable. She could not sleep while guarding a mountain of money.
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At nine o'clock the next morning, the leaders of various departments of the Pujiang City Publicity Department walked into the office of the director one after another. At this time, on the desk of the director, there was the letter from the "Pujiang Daily" applying to start advertising business.
