As soon as Tie Jun walked out of the backstage, Jia Guangming and Lao Scar came up to him, "Dajun, let's go to the office!" Tie Jun nodded and followed the two of them.
The office is behind the bar, and the door is very thick. After closing it, the noise outside can hardly be heard. Tie Jun feels that his mind is much clearer.
"Dajun, try this, the old man's stolen cigarette, the cigarette Grandpa Deng smoked!"
Jia Guangming opened the drawer, took out a pack of red pandas, and handed one to Tie Jun. He hesitated and handed one to Lao Scar. It was not for being stingy or showing off, just one pack.
"I've smoked before, but it's boring, so I'll smoke this!"
"Ever smoked?"
Seeing Tie Jun only glance at the cigarette case and take out the pack of Hongtashan, Jia Guangming couldn't see Tie Jun even more clearly.
"I didn't even notice. How much did you mark those clothes?"
“Average 500 pieces!”
"Well, it's not expensive. Just give Lao Scar the money!"
Tie Jun nodded, sat in the boss chair and rocked, feeling good.
"Dajun, the price is so high, why don't you give Sister Wang a little extra? It's not easy for her either."
Lao Scar was kind-hearted and honest, and asked Tie Jun for his opinion with a smile.
"No, we can help Sister Wang in the future. If you give her more money, she will hate you. Now, she only feels grateful. I don't want to complicate things."
Lao Scar didn't dare to persist anymore, and he understood a little bit.
"Then...where's the rest of the money?"
"You keep it first and keep accounts. I will go in tomorrow. I don't know when it will be released. You and Guangming will discuss it."
"Okay, what happened?"
"Dajun, my second uncle is at the Fourth Institute, I'm asking him for help."
Jia Guangming quickly changed his attitude, subconsciously feeling that as long as he followed this old classmate, he would be able to fly in the future.
"It's useless. The provincial department is in charge, and no one can help it!"
It was quite a simple thing, but it made Tie Jun look awesome, as if he had blown up the telegraph building.
"Holy shit!"
The two of them exchanged greetings together and stopped asking around. They didn't know if they were implicated, and both of them were a little doubtful about life.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's study the clothing trends in Bingcheng!"
"Clothing trends?"
The topic was a bit big, and the two of them were a little confused.
"Guangming, how are the profits of your third uncle's quilt factory?"
"It's not good, it's almost yellow, there's no life left!"
"Very good!"
"Great? Dajun, you..."
Jia Guangming's mouth is straight and crooked, how much hatred is there, how disrespectful to others!
"Haha, sorry, you misunderstood. I meant that if I can find work for my third uncle, with two batches of orders, the quilt factory will survive."
"You, can do tricks?"
At this time, Tie Jun just said that he could fly a plane, and I guess both of them could believe it. The waves of excitement almost made them urinate.
"You two listen to my analysis first, and we will discuss it later."
"good!"
The two of them were sitting upright, like two elementary school students, with their hands behind their backs.
"Tell me, what are the characteristics of us Bingcheng people?"
"Smelly and beautiful, I love you!"
"Love to compare!"
"What a brag!"
"It's good to drink. After drinking, I will fight..."
"Stop, stop, stop, you two are having a denunciation meeting. Are you two from Bingcheng? How good are you at burying yourself?"
The three of them looked at each other and laughed.
"Okay, I won't ask you two anymore, I'm not sure what will happen in a while!"
Tie Jun put away his smile and pondered his thoughts first. Lao Scar and the others held back their laughter and pricked up their ears.
"You two are right. As the saying goes, there is nothing that Cantonese people dare not eat, and there is nothing that Bingcheng people dare not wear. What does it mean? It means that we Bingcheng people are avant-garde and bold, and we are at the forefront of fashion trends."
These words were said separately. Lao Scar and Jia Guangming asked themselves whether they could say these words, so they could only nod silently.
"And the comparison I just mentioned is not just for us, it's the same everywhere. If your family has a TV, then I must have one too. Your family has three sons, and my family has to have four. This is a bit far-fetched!
Or to put it bluntly, everyone has woolen tunic suits, right? Military coats and military cap series, everyone has them, right?
This is called fashion, that is to say, if you wear something that looks good, I won’t be embarrassed by what I wear. It is very tolerant and there is no one who is the ugliest or the most beautiful. This is one of them.
Secondly, fashionable clothes should not be too expensive or too cheap. If they are too expensive, they will not become popular, and if they are too cheap, there will be no money to be made. For example, take the dicks of those old men in Qiulin."
"Brother, that's called mink!"
Lao Scar covered his mouth and corrected himself.
"Damn it, I didn't know it was mink fur. Do you know what mink down is, what mink is, what dry mink is, and what color mink is?"
"Snapped!"
"Brother, I have a bad mouth, so I slap my mouth!"
"If you don't understand, just keep pouting. If you see the light, I won't take it from you, hahaha!"
Jia Guangming lowered his head in embarrassment, not grabbing it.
"Why am I talking about dick skin? It's too damn expensive. No matter who wears it, it looks like a dick. No matter how good it is, ordinary people can't afford it, and they don't even dare to touch it.
Didn't you read that Qiulin wrote that if you don't buy it, don't touch it? If you touch it, you'll probably have to chop it off.
So, its stuff is not close to the people and cannot be popular. Is it inspiring?"
The two of them looked at each other and shook their heads, "No!" "That's right, if not, why would I want to tell you two?" Tie Jun reached out for a can of Jianlibao with satisfaction.
"Chi!"
"Dong dong dong!"
He took a big sip and burped.
“Third, we need to analyze the differences between the north and the south.
Let’s take Sister Wang’s women’s clothing as an example. It was a hit in the 1990s and appeared on TV. It’s the South, where it’s always hot. People show their flesh everywhere, thin, revealing, just to cool off.
Sister Wang is stubborn, these clothes are so annoying to me, if I run around on the street, I will be stared at by a bunch of blind people, I guess I don’t even need a small forest, it is easy for me to commit crimes.
How to fix it?
That's me, I immediately thought of the sisters living in the house. Look, it's solved. Wear silk pajamas when we go home. Tsk, the family happiness index has soared!"
Tie Jun took another sip of Jianlibao, and Lao Scar and the others laughed quickly. It was time for a talk show. The mute was talking and dreaming!
"So, we have to study what is popular in the north, such as jackets, jeans, snow shoes, travel shoes, high heels, Italians, pedal pants, ribbed pants..."
"Brother, brother, brother, stop, stop, slow down, I understand just the jeans, what are the others?"
Lao Scar was worried about what he had on his bed. Apart from jeans, even the jackets were only bought from big stores, but he was confused about the rest.
"You don't know either?"
"have no idea!"
Tie Jun asked Jia Guangming. Jia Guangming looked pious, and his thirst for knowledge was written all over his face.
"Snapped!"
Tie Jun slapped the coffee table, "No!" Lao Scar was so frightened that he fart.
"roll!"
Lao Scar got up and ran away, fanning himself, frowning and shutting up, feeling very painful.
"That's right. As soon as we get started with these, money will flow into our pockets. We don't even retail, we just wholesale."
"What, what are you doing in front of me?"
"By the way, there's also a bra!"
"What the hell?"
"Oh, can you understand the literal meaning?"
Jia Guangming and Lao Scar looked at each other again, with confused expressions on their faces. Tie Jun sighed and chuckled when he saw the mahjong rolled up on the side.
"what is this?"
"Glasses!"
"Two cakes!"
"Oh, glasses cases and covers, are those things popular too?"
Tiejun was about to cry. He raised it to his chest and covered it with his hands.