Cheng Tianyuan said with a smile: "But it's so profitable! Otherwise, why would you bring it all the way here? Do you want it to take up space on purpose?"
Xue Ling clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Yes! It's all for money! The bustling is all for profit, and the bustling is all for profit. People, working hard just for a profit! What are you doing so hard if not for money?"
Cheng Tianyuan smiled fondly. Seeing that the sky was a little dark, he whispered: "There may be snow in the afternoon. There are not many people in the market, so we can sell as much as we can. If it snows, we might as well go back to the hospital to stay with Ah Hu.
If you keep it, it won’t be sold.”
There will be fewer people after it snows, and it will be difficult to find a small truck. There will definitely be very few people coming here.
Xue Ling nodded.
The two of them were chatting in low voices. Someone came in from outside, stared at the two of them in surprise, and asked, "Who are you? Where is Ahu? Why doesn't he do business?"
Xue Ling knew she was an old customer as soon as she heard it, and explained that something happened to Ahu. She was the store owner, so she came to visit the store temporarily.
The man was very fat, about forty years old, and his eyes were narrowed into a straight line.
"Hey! Are you sick? It snows every three days, so everyone gets sick. That kid is so strong, he can still get sick - I have to laugh at him next time."
Xue Ling felt that she looked familiar and couldn't help but ask: "Are you Ahu's friend? Please come in! Please come in!"
"I am his old customer." The fat woman said with a smile: "It snowed two days ago, so I didn't come here much. What's the matter? Big sale? The sweaters are all cheap?"
Xue Ling knew that she was an acquaintance and couldn't lie to her, so he had to explain: "I have things to do at home and my children are young, so I can't stay in the provincial capital for too long, so I want to sell all my goods and go home quickly.
Ah Hu is ill and can't help for the time being, so we, as a couple, have no choice but to sell out quickly and get some money to raise travel expenses back home."
The fat woman rolled her eyes and cursed: "I bought it for six yuan a while ago! It's still cheap! You fell like this in the blink of an eye! Thank you to me!"
"It's not a loss at all." Xue Ling said with a smile: "Didn't I just say it? This is the bottom of the stock, and the numbers are not complete, so I have to sell it."
After hearing this, the fat woman frowned and asked, "What numbers are left? How many more are there?"
Xue Ling took out the list, subtracted the 1,000 pieces that the previous person bought, matched a pair of each number, and replied: "There are four hundred pieces left in the medium size, and the others are all large and small."
The fat woman thought for a while and said: "If I want all of them, I have to find a cheaper one. The numbers are all gone, so I might still lose money."
Xue Ling smiled bitterly, pointing to the red paper on her head and explained: "Sister, I'm not lying to you, this is really the cheapest. If I hadn't been anxious to return to my hometown, I wouldn't have calculated the price, and I would have already lost money.
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"Who are you lying to?" the fat woman said harshly: "It's four and a half yuan a piece, are you coming? If you come, sell it to me no matter how good or bad you are. If you don't come, then I'm leaving. It's already the lowest price.
If it snows twice more, it will be the New Year. If you don’t want to sell it, just keep it for your own use.”
Xue Ling thought for a while and asked: "Can I sell it to you, including the remaining sweaters in the store? If so, I will be willing to pay this price. I am also a cheerful person. If you say yes, I will sell it to you immediately.
Come and load the goods. If not, you are welcome to come back next year to see the new goods."
"Other leftovers? How many are they?" The fat woman is also a shrewd person and asked curiously: "Don't just give me all the rubbish. I'm not a rubbish picker!"
Xue Ling smiled and replied: "About a hundred pieces, with several styles."
The fat woman nodded: "Bring it to me for a look. If it's too disgusting, I won't accept it."
Xue Ling took out some of the remaining goods and said: "Half for sale and half for free. These are some sweaters that were leftover from the store before. Some of them were samples, but they were thrown around by customers. Later,
It's a little dirty. As long as you clean it carefully, it won't affect it at all."
The fat woman looked carefully and saw that Xue Ling's words were true, so she quickly agreed.
So, all the sweaters in the store were cleared out, and Cheng Tianyuan helped count them. There were 1,113 pieces in total.
After the guest paid, Cheng Tianyuan went outside to find a car, helped him load the pickup truck, and left in a hurry.
Xue Ling counted the money and said, "I'm a little hungry. Isn't it already noon?"
"It's already past twelve o'clock." Cheng Tianyuan replied, "It's afternoon."
Xue Ling rubbed his stomach and whispered: "I'm very hungry, why don't we go find something to eat first."
Cheng Tianyuan explained: "It's important to open a shop without people. You wait here and I'll go buy something to eat. It's a bit gloomy outside and I'm afraid it will rain or snow on the way."
Xue Ling had no choice but to nod and turn around to pack the bags and cartons in the store.
The two of them had a simple lunch and found that it was really snowing outside, and it was falling quite heavily.
When it snows, the wholesale market becomes even more deserted.
Xue Ling stamped his feet and yawned.
Cheng Tianyuan asked warmly: "Are you sleepy? Why don't you go to the corner and squint for a while, and I'll just watch."
"No need." Xue Ling explained: "I slept enough last night, mainly because I was bored and busy, so I yawned, not because I was sleepy."
Cheng Tianyuan thought for a while and said: "Forget it, let's close the store and go back to the hospital."
Xue Ling looked at the big boxes all over the store and couldn't help but feel worried.
"There are still 10,000 winter coats, but I don't know...if they can be sold."
Cheng Tianyuan couldn't help but ask: "How much is the capital? If you don't sell it, the loss...should be huge, right?"
"At least tens of thousands of yuan." Xue Ling rubbed his head and whispered: "It's the end of the year, and no one comes to the wholesale market. Unless the weather gets better, not many people will buy such thin winter clothes. It's cold.
Yes, it’s snowing heavily again, so naturally I have to buy thick and heavy sweaters and coats to wear, this is human nature!”
Originally she didn't want to buy too many winter clothes, but Ahu was a little insistent.
He said that this year’s Chinese New Year shouldn’t be too cold and he could buy more winter clothes, so he added two more batches of goods.
Cheng Tianyuan was afraid that she would worry, so he reassured her: "Don't worry, we will sell it sooner or later. If it doesn't work, just sell it at cost. We can still afford to lose money now. We are not afraid of the worst, we will sell it as much as we can."
"That's all I can think of!" Xue Ling nodded helplessly.
It was very cold in the store, and the kerosene stove went out from time to time, making it difficult to even boil hot water for drinking. The couple simply packed up the store, closed the door, and hurried back to the hospital.
When we arrived at the hospital, the heavy snow stopped and the sky became clear.
Ahu was still taking the IV injection and fell into a drowsy sleep.
Wang Qing, wrapped in his military uniform, was taking a nap aside. When he saw the couple coming in with their faces red and hands red from the cold, he quickly poured a cup of hot water for each of them.
Xue Ling warmed his hands and asked with a smile: "Is he feeling well? The doctor came to change the dressing? What should I say?"
Wang Qing replied: "Change. The doctor applied medicine to the wound and said that the stitches can be removed in a few days. He lost a lot of blood, so he fell asleep. The doctor said to let him rest more and not move around to avoid injury.
On the contrary, the wound was not good. I asked him and he said that there was a diaphragm injection, so it didn’t hurt at all.”