Xia Qingqing did not tell Zhang Hongyan when she wired money to Xiao Hui and the others.

It's obvious she'll nag me endlessly once she finds out, so it's better to wait until Xia Heping brings the clothes back before bringing this up.

Everyone will be criticized at that time, and no one will escape it.

Coincidentally, Xia Heping had the same idea, so Zhang Hongyan was kept completely in the dark by the father and daughter.

Two days later, Xia Heping finally arrived at Beijing Railway Station, exhausted from his journey. He paid 50 cents to have the staff deliver the goods to the station entrance, and then rented a tricycle to head home.

It was rare for him to indulge in such a luxury, after all, it would be very difficult for him to transport 500 sets of sportswear home by himself.

Zhang Hongyan was overjoyed to see Xia Heping return. She had been worried about his safety for the past week, and seeing him safely home put her mind at ease.

But before she could be happy for long, she saw several large packages behind Xia Heping and asked in confusion, "Old Xia, what are these?"

Xia Heping's eyes flickered, and he touched his nose guiltily: "These are clothes I bought wholesale from Guangzhou."

"What is this? Didn't you say you didn't ask me to send you money? Why did you bring back so many clothes?" Zhang Hongyan stared at the man with wide eyes.

"Well... the money was borrowed from my daughter," Xia Heping stammered.

Zhang Hongyan's face instantly darkened: "Xia Heping, you've really made something of yourself now, you didn't even discuss such a big matter with me."

"Don't be angry, honey. I was just afraid you wouldn't agree," Xia Heping said, looking at Zhang Hongyan with a flattering expression.

In the past, it was all small-scale, but this time it was a real investment, with seven or eight thousand yuan thrown in. If Zhang Hongyan found out, she definitely wouldn't agree.

"How much? How much did you say?" Zhang Hongyan asked, her breathing rapid and her hand trembling as she pointed at Xia Heping.

Xia Heping knew he was in the wrong, so he stood there obediently and let his wife scold him, not daring to utter a single word in rebuttal.

After letting go of the pent-up anger in her heart, Zhang Hongyan finally calmed down and was able to start checking the goods that Xia Heping had brought back.

When Xia Qingqing returned home from school in the evening, she was inevitably subjected to a barrage of nagging.

Zhang Hongyan put one hand on her hip and angrily poked Xia Qingqing's forehead with the other: "You little brat, you actually dared to team up with your dad to keep this from me."

Xia Qingqing exclaimed, pretending to cover her forehead, "It hurts!"

"Pain my foot! Do you think I don't know how much force I used?" Zhang Hongyan rolled her eyes speechlessly.

"Mom~, I know I was wrong. But how can I not lend money to my own father who asked me for it?" Xia Qingqing's tone was filled with helplessness.

"I haven't even told you yet, where did you get so much money? It's just over ten thousand yuan," Zhang Hongyan said, looking at her daughter with a strange expression.

She knew her daughter must have ways to make money, but she never imagined her daughter would earn so much.

Xia Qingqing gave a fawning smile: "Hehe, it's just profit."

"By the way, Mom, how should we sell this tracksuit? What's a reasonable price?"

Zhang Hongyan's attention was successfully diverted, and she gestured towards Xia Heping with her chin: "I don't know the situation, let your dad tell you."

Xia Heping said with a smile, "The wholesale price of this tracksuit is 16 yuan per set for men and 14 yuan per set for women. I plan to add 5 yuan to the selling price per set."

Zhang Hongyan scoffed, "I wonder if anyone will even buy it at such an expensive price."

"Only 5 yuan more?" Xia Qingqing asked in surprise.

According to her understanding, the profit margin in the clothing business is generally between 40% and 60%, and even taking the middle value, it should be at least 50%.

"Qingqing, do you think it's too cheap?" Xia Heping asked his daughter, puzzled.

Xia Qingqing stroked her chin and said, "I think the price is a bit low. This is the purchase price for 1,000 sets. If you buy less, the price will definitely be different, right?"

Xia Heping quickly nodded: "That's right, the purchase price is 18 per set for small quantities."

“That’s right. You’re taking on a lot of risk by stockpiling so many items, plus the expenses on the road and labor costs. Adding 10 yuan per set of clothes is not unreasonable at all,” Xia Qingqing said earnestly.

She believed that Xiao Hui's prices wouldn't be any cheaper than this. There was no reason why the prices in Beijing wouldn't be as high as in Pingxi County.

"Add 10 yuan for a set, that's 26 yuan. Will anyone buy it at that price?" Xia Heping said hesitantly.

Xia Qingqing smiled indifferently: "I think there will definitely be buyers. If we can't sell them, then we can think about lowering the price. You don't want to go through all this trouble, invest all your savings, and only make a little money in the end, do you?"

Xia Heping was stunned for a moment, then remembered the incident when he and Xiao Hui encountered a thief in Guangzhou, and they were almost in trouble.

He thought his daughter was right. What was wrong with taking such a high risk and making a little more money? He wouldn't force anyone to buy.

“Okay, Dad will listen to you, we’ll sell it for 26 per set,” Xia Heping said firmly.

The next day happened to be Xia Qingqing's day off, and she offered to help sell clothes. She also gave Xia Heping and the others an idea: each of them should wear a new tracksuit, which would serve as a human billboard.

A family of three dressed in sportswear standing on the street is absolutely irresistible.

Soon, two girls in their early twenties walked over to the stall, curiously looking at the three people in front of them who were wearing the same clothes: "Comrades, are you selling clothes?"

It was the first time I'd ever seen myself wearing new clothes while being sold clothes.

When Zhang Hongyan saw customers coming in, she immediately greeted them with a smile: "Young comrades, these clothes of ours are all the latest styles that just came from Guangzhou. They will look absolutely great on you. Would you like to buy a set to try?"

As she finished speaking, the two girls' gazes fell on Xia Qingqing simultaneously. She was indeed quite pretty, appearing both youthful and energetic.

One of the girls was clearly interested and picked up a top from the stall to compare it to her clothes, asking, "How much is this top?"

Zhang Hongyan gave a kind smile: "Young ladies, let me tell you the truth, these clothes are indeed a bit pricey, but look at the fabric and the cut. You get what you pay for. They'll last for ten or eight years without getting worn out. The top and pants are 24 yuan a set."

"Wow, that's so expensive! It's almost half a month's salary for me!" the girl exclaimed softly.

Xia Qingqing smiled and continued, "In the summer, buying a dress not only costs about 10 yuan but also requires a coupon. Besides, here we don't need coupons and we get two dresses, so each one only costs 12 yuan on average."

"How about this, if each of you buys one set, I'll give you a discount of one yuan each."

"Really?" The two girls looked at Xia Qingqing with surprise.