"Is this the garment factory you mentioned?" Xiao Hui asked Wei Jundong hesitantly.

Wei Jundong coughed awkwardly: "Well, this factory may look a bit small, but the clothes it produces are definitely no worse than those from big factories."

This explanation was clearly not going to convince Xiao Hui and his group easily. Xiao Hui didn't even want to go inside. The factory didn't look very legitimate, and he didn't want to give anyone the chance to scam him.

"Brother Xiao, please trust me this once, I will never lie to you," Wei Jundong said, grabbing Xiao Hui who was trying to leave, his face full of pleading.

Xia Heping felt a pang of sympathy seeing him like this: "Xiao Hui, why don't you go inside and take a look?"

"Alright, let's take a look," Xiao Hui glanced at Xia Heping, and finally let go and agreed.

"Thank you, Uncle Xia," Wei Jundong said with a grateful smile to Xia Heping.

This garment factory was opened by Wei Jundong's distant cousin and two friends, and it has only been open for a little over six months.

Because of limited funds, the factory was not large in scale. It was more like a small workshop than a garment factory. In addition, the location was relatively remote, and customers had to be found entirely by themselves.

It just so happened that Wei Jundong worked at a hotel near the train station, which allowed him to meet people who came to Guangzhou specifically to buy clothes wholesale. So his cousin simply discussed with Wei Jundong about having him introduce customers. If the customers he brought successfully placed an order, he would receive a commission.

Wei Jundong had brought many groups of people here before, and some of them left without even entering the gate when they saw that it was such a small factory.

Of course, most of those who were willing to go into the factory to see the goods made a deal. After all, although this garment factory was a bit small, it had a full range of styles and the prices were cheaper than those of the larger factories.

The three of them entered the garment factory together, where someone came out to greet them and warmly led Xiao Hui and his companion to see the samples.

The factory salesperson patiently introduced the products to the two men: "Comrades, these are all the latest styles from our factory this season, both men's and women's styles, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed."

"By the way, comrade, let me tell you first, our factory's clothing is sold in batches of 100 pieces or more. The more you buy, the more affordable the price will be."

Xiao Hui picked up a set of blue men's sportswear and examined it carefully. The workmanship of the top and pants was very fine, the stitching was neat, and there were no loose threads.

I asked the smiling male salesman, "How much is a set of sportswear like this?"

"Men's items are 18 yuan, and women's items are 16 yuan. All items are available for wholesale starting from 100 pieces."

Xia Heping stared wide-eyed in surprise: "You mean the wholesale price?"

If a set of clothes is sold for 18 yuan, it is a bit expensive, but still within the acceptable range for most people.

But if the wholesale price is 18 yuan, the selling price should be at least 25 yuan, otherwise you won't make much money. What's the point of traveling so far to buy clothes wholesale?

"This is the wholesale price. Don't be fooled by the slightly high price; I guarantee that our factory's clothes are the cheapest available. Go check out the big factories; their prices are definitely higher than ours," the salesperson said confidently.

He wasn't lying to Xia Heping and his companion. Their garment factory didn't have any advantages compared to other factories; their only advantage was in pricing.

The boss often tells them that it's better to earn less at the beginning than not to build a good reputation. If they can accumulate a group of loyal customers, they won't have to worry about sales in the future.

Xia Heping had no idea what to do, so he whispered to Xiao Hui, who was standing next to him, "Xiao Hui, do you think anyone will buy these clothes if we take them back?"

One set of clothes is worth more than half a month's salary. Anyway, if it were him, he definitely wouldn't be willing to buy it. I just don't know what other people think.

“There will definitely be buyers,” Xiao Hui said without any concern.

After running the black market for so many years, how could he not understand everyone's spending power? Life was much harder before, and those rich people could spend tens of dollars without batting an eye.

Their voices weren't particularly quiet, and the salesperson overheard them, chuckling as he said, "Comrades, I can guarantee you, these clothes will sell like hotcakes."

Xiao Hui stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Comrade, you just said that the price would be more favorable if we buy in larger quantities. What would the price be if we buy 1,000 sets?"

Upon hearing this, the salesperson's eyes lit up immediately: "If you can really take 1,000 sets, we'll give you the men's version for 16 yuan and the women's version for 14 yuan. This is the lowest price we can offer. Any lower and we'll lose money."

Xiao Hui, of course, did not believe his claim that he was losing money. The purpose of setting up such a factory was to make money. If it wasn't going to make money, what was the point? It wasn't a charity.

He pulled Xia Heping aside, and the two whispered to each other: "Uncle Xia, I think this tracksuit is great. I've only ever seen it on TV. If we take it back, it'll definitely sell well."

“Your aunt and I don’t have that much money,” Xia Heping said hesitantly.

He had just done the mental calculations and realized that the wholesale price of 1,000 sets of sportswear would be over ten thousand yuan, enough to buy two courtyards in Beijing.

Of course, the main point is that they simply don't have that much money; getting 200 sets would already be quite good.

When Qian Xiaohui spoke, he awkwardly touched his nose. He hadn't brought any money with him; he had borrowed the money from Xia Qingqing to buy the courtyard.

However, as the saying goes, "the more debts you have, the less you worry; the more lice you have, the less itchy you feel." At worst, he could just borrow some more money from Xia Qingqing.

Xiao Hui told Xia Heping his thoughts: "Uncle Xia, I really think this sportswear will sell well. I, an outsider, can borrow money from Qingqing, so there's no reason why you, her own father, can't."

"Wait a minute...you mean my Qingqing has this much money?" Xia Heping was somewhat skeptical.

Xiao Hui nodded seriously: "Of course I have some. I just need to borrow it for a few days. Once I get back to Pingxi County, I'll buy it and send it to Qingqing."

After some persuasion from Xiao Hui, Xia Heping finally gave in, and the two decided to each buy 500 sets of sportswear wholesale. Xia Heping would take them back to Beijing to sell, while Xiao Hui would take them back to Pingxi County to sell.

Xia Qingqing wired them money without hesitation after receiving the call. Xia Heping and Xiao Hui's hands were shaking when they went to collect the money; it was the first time in his more than forty years of life that he had ever seen so much money.

After Xia Heping walked out of the post office, he looked very uneasy, clutching the cloth bag he was carrying tightly. Xiao Hui looked somewhat helpless: "Uncle Xia, don't be nervous. If you do this, it will be obvious to everyone that there's something wrong with you."

"Xiao Hui, well... why don't you keep it... I'm afraid someone will snatch it," Xia Heping swallowed hard.