"This month, after deducting costs, I only made 78 yuan and 6 mao. Sigh, that's not even half of what I made before," Zhang Hongyan sighed softly and put the money on the table into the box.

She thought she could easily make over a hundred this month, but she was too optimistic. Now several other companies are competing with them, and the profit margin for chili sauce is getting lower and lower.

Xia Heping smiled and put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her, saying, "It's not bad at all. You're no worse than a regular employee in the factory."

Actually, Xia Heping also felt a sense of disappointment, but he didn't say it out loud, and was still thinking about comforting his wife.

Zhang Hongyan didn't push the hand off her shoulder, but glanced at him sideways and said, "The regular employees in that factory have guaranteed income regardless of the weather, and they also get pensions when they get old. They also get benefits during holidays. How can we compare to them?"

Even though she has made a lot of money through business, Zhang Hongyan still thinks a stable job is more appealing.

Xia Heping awkwardly touched his nose: "Wife, you're right. Let's work harder now so we won't have to worry about not having money for retirement when we're old."

"Okay, go to sleep now, we have to get up early tomorrow," Zhang Hongyan said as she hid the box containing the money back in its original place, then lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

"Wife, are you angry?" Xia Heping gently pushed her back and asked in a low voice.

Zhang Hongyan yawned and mumbled, "No, what's there to be angry about? I'm just a little tired. Go to sleep."

She wasn't actually angry; she was thinking about something.

During their summer vacation in their hometown, they sold sailor shirts and earned more money in less than half a month than they did in a month selling chili sauce.

The key point is that selling clothes is much easier than making hot sauce. If she can get the goods, she wants to continue selling sailor shirts.

Having made up her mind, Zhang Hongyan asked Xia Qingqing about the sailor shirt early the next morning.

Xia Qingqing had already planned this, so she agreed without hesitation: "No problem, Mom, how many pieces do you want this time? I'll have them shipped over."

Seeing her so readily agree, Zhang Hongyan was a little taken aback: "Qingqing, why don't you make a call first to ask if they have any stock?"

She always felt that her daughter's attitude was too casual, as if she could make decisions directly.

Xia Qingqing smiled nonchalantly: "Really, there's no need. I already guessed that you might want to continue selling sailor shirts when you return to Beijing, so I gave you a heads-up."

"Oh my, my daughter is so thoughtful," Zhang Hongyan said with a smile, hugging Xia Qingqing.

"Mom, you haven't said how many pieces you want yet, so I can call them over there," Xia Qingqing asked with a smile.

Zhang Hongyan frowned and thought for a moment. It was already September, and the weather would start to cool down soon. She could only sell sailor shirts for a maximum of half a month.

After thinking it over, Zhang Hongyan said, "Let's start with 200 pieces. By the way, does your friend have any other clothes? Like coats or something?"

"I think so. I'll ask when I call later," Xia Qingqing said seriously.

When Xia Qingqing got home that evening, she told Xia Hongyan that the clothes would arrive in three days and that they would be shipped by train.

Zhang Hongyan was overjoyed to receive the accurate information: "Okay, I'll go get the money for you, and you can transfer the money to me tomorrow."

As Zhang Hongyan handed the 1,000 yuan to Xia Qingqing, her heart began to race. If the money couldn't be sold, she would suffer a huge loss.

"Pah, pah, pah," Zhang Hongyan slapped her mouth twice. How could they not sell? They would definitely sell.

......

Three days passed in the blink of an eye as Zhang Hongyan waited anxiously. Xia Qingqing then made an excuse to go to the train station alone to pick up the goods.

Fortunately, Zhang Hongyan trusted her daughter enough and did not suspect that she had any problems.

Xia Qingqing has been extra careful every time she uses the system repository these past few years, afraid of accidentally giving herself away. She doesn't want to be caught and taken to the lab for dissection.

After finding a secluded corner and using her mental power to check the surrounding environment to confirm that it was safe, Xia Qingqing took out the 200 sailor shirts she had packed from the system warehouse.

After diligent practice, Xia Qingqing can now project her mental energy outwards, although only up to 30 meters, she is still very satisfied.

Of course, the greatest credit goes to the crystal core that Gu Yunshu gave her; otherwise, she would never have made such great progress.

If Glek knew about her rapid cultivation speed, he would probably be extremely envious.

Xia Qingqing quickly tied the sailor shirt to the back of her bicycle, then slowly rode home.

That afternoon, Zhang Hongyan couldn't wait to drag Xia Heping out to set up a stall, hoping to recoup her costs as soon as possible so she could feel at ease.

1,000 yuan is no small amount; it's almost a third of her family's savings. If she lost it, she would definitely have a heart attack.

With the temperature set to drop soon, Xia Qingqing had several thousand sailor shirts left in her system inventory.

Since she was just leaving them there anyway, she decided to sell more to make more money.

Xia Qingqing found Qin Chuan and told him about the sailor shirts: "Xiao An, would you be willing to help me sell them? I'll give you 2 cents commission for each one."

This commission wasn't much compared to when Qin Chuan helped her sell things before, but since private sales were illegal, Qin Chuan had to take risks while selling things, so her reward was naturally higher.

Before Xia Qingqing could explain, Qin Chuan happily agreed: "Sister Qingqing, I'm willing."

Just a few days ago, he was worried about what kind of part-time job he could find. Although he and his sister received subsidies for going to university, they still had to pay for some daily necessities themselves. Living off his savings was not Qin Chu'an'de's habit.

Unexpectedly, before he could even find a part-time job, Xia Qingqing gave him an opportunity to make money.

Xia Qingqing's unfinished words caught in her throat, and she gave a helpless laugh: "Okay, do you want to start selling today or tomorrow?"

"How about today, after the last class?" Qin Chu'an asked.

Xia Qingqing nodded: "Of course you can. You can come with me to pick up the goods, but I hope this won't affect your studies."

"Don't worry, Sister Qingqing, I promise I won't," Qin Chuan was confident in that regard.

If he weren't confident in himself, Qin Chuan wouldn't have thought about finding a part-time job. At this stage, he could clearly distinguish between the importance of studying and making money.

After the bell rang for the last class in the afternoon, Xia Qingqing went straight to the bicycle shed to wait for Qin Chuan.

Then he took him to another courtyard of his and gave him 100 sailor shirts: "Xiao An, take these and sell them first. Come back to me for more when you've sold them all."