In the evening, the family sat around the table in the main room counting their money.

Zhang Hongyan excitedly urged, "Old Xia, how's it going? Have you figured it out yet? What's the exact number?"

"Don't rush, don't rush, let me see, it's 1236 yuan in total." Xia Heping was shocked when he calculated the number.

"Ahhh, it actually sold for over a thousand yuan!" Zhang Hongyan exclaimed excitedly, grabbing Xia Heping's hand.

Xia Qingqing watched the interaction between the two silently, finding it somewhat amusing. They had sold over fifty sets of clothes that day; a quick calculation would give her a rough idea of ​​the sales figures.

To encourage customers to spend, each outfit was deliberately discounted by one yuan, so today's net profit is about 400 yuan.

Xia Heping was especially happy. Heaven knows how much pressure he was under when he made up his mind to buy these clothes wholesale. Last night he was still thinking that even if he didn't make any money, he would find a way to sell all of these clothes.

He was surprised to find that the spending power of Beijing residents was much higher than he had imagined; they bought a set of clothes for over twenty yuan without even blinking.

Zhang Hongyan smiled and pulled out two ten-yuan bills from the stack of money, handing them to her daughter: "Qingqing, you worked hard today. This money is your wage for helping out today."

"Hehe, thank you, Mom. You're welcome then," Xia Qingqing said without pretending to refuse, and put the money directly into her pocket.

Dog Egg stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the scene. Why hadn't anyone told him that he could get paid for helping sell clothes? He regretted not going out to set up the stall with him today. If he had known, he would have gone even if he had to throw a tantrum.

Gou Dan's eyes darted around, and he looked at Zhang Hongyan with a grin, saying, "Mom, how about I take the day off tomorrow and go with you to sell clothes? I don't want twenty yuan a day, just give me two yuan a day."

If you earn two yuan a day, you can earn sixty yuan a month.

Wow, wouldn't he earn more than a worker? Then he might as well not study and go out to work to earn money!

Zhang Hongyan rolled her eyes at him and said coldly, "I don't have two yuan, but do you want two slaps?"

"Mom, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was just joking," Gou Dan immediately begged for forgiveness when he saw his mother was angry.

Zhang Hongyan snorted and took out a 50-cent note from the stack of money, handing it to Gou Dan: "Hey, don't say I'm biased as your mother again. This 50 cents is your allowance."

Overjoyed, Gou Dan happily accepted the 50 cents: "Hahaha, thank you, Mom."

Zhang Hongyan looked at him sternly: "Goudan, you can't tell anyone outside about how much money we make at home, or I'll give you a good beating, you know?"

"I know, I know, I'm not stupid. This is what it means to make a fortune quietly," Gou Dan said proudly.

Xia Heping chuckled and ruffled Gou Dan's hair: "Oh my, my son is so smart, he already knows what it means to make a fortune quietly."

Gou Dan secretly rolled his eyes. His dad was still treating him like a little kid. If you don't know how to praise someone, don't force it.

The next day, Xia Qingqing and Gou Dan both wore their new sportswear to school.

As soon as Xia Qingqing entered the classroom, her classmates' eyes were drawn to her clothes. She pretended not to notice and went straight to sit in the empty seat next to Liu Huimin.

"Qingqing, your tracksuit looks so good! Did you buy it from a department store?" Liu Huimin asked, touching it as she did so.

Xiang Qiu and Chen Xiu also looked at Xia Qingqing, waiting for her answer.

Xia Qingqing whispered to them, "It's not from a department store, my dad bought it from Guangzhou."

"Oh, it's from Guangzhou. I was thinking of buying one another day," Liu Huimin said with some disappointment.

Xia Qingqing had already guessed what she wanted, and chuckled, "Come home with me after school tonight and pick out a set. Qiu-jie, do you want to show us?"

She could bring some for the others, but she wasn't sure about their sizes, so it would be better to try them on in person.

"Qingqing, what do you mean? Is it what I think it means?" Xiang Qiu looked at Xia Qingqing in surprise.

Xia Qingqing nodded: "That's right, that's exactly what you mean."

Liu Huimin wanted to ask more questions, but the teacher had already entered the classroom, so she had to swallow her words.

...

That evening, Xia Qingqing took Liu Huimin and the others back home.

The group was extremely excited when they saw the huge pile of sportswear in the room: "Qingqing, did Uncle bring all these clothes back from Guangzhou wholesale?"

“That’s right, Sister Huimin, you can pick out an outfit that fits you and then try it on in my room.”

Liu Huimin and the other two didn't move: "Qingqing, you still haven't told us the price. This dress must be expensive."

They weren't so shameless as to ask Xia Qingqing to just give them a set. Since they were going to try on clothes, they definitely needed to find out the price first, so they wouldn't end up not being able to afford it and not wanting it later.

Xia Qingqing had no objection. Although giving a few sets of clothes to her friends was a small matter for her, she didn't want to make the relationship between them unequal. Besides, Liu Huimin and the others weren't that kind of people. Even if she wanted to give them clothes, they might not accept them.

He smiled and looked at the group, saying, "Given our relationship, I would never make money off you. The wholesale price of these clothes is 16 yuan per set. Think about it and see if you want them."

"I want it," Liu Huimin nodded without hesitation. The price was even cheaper than she had expected, considering it was the price of a whole outfit, and no cloth coupons were required.

It would cost them about 10 yuan to buy fabric and make their own clothes, and they wouldn't even look as good as these sportswear.

In the end, Liu Huimin and Chen Xiu each took one set, while Xiang Qiu took two sets, one of which was naturally for Wang Zhihong.

Xiang Qiu's actions gave Xia Qingqing an idea. She suddenly realized that she could also give a set to Song Ze. Hmm, she could give it to him during her next holiday.

Today, without Xia Qingqing as their star attraction, Zhang Hongyan and her group's stall business wasn't as good as yesterday; they only sold about thirty sets of clothes.

Zhang Hongyan and Xia Heping were quite satisfied with this. Selling thirty sets a day could earn them more than two hundred yuan, something they never dared to dream of before.

As Zhang Hongyan went to bed that night, she was still complaining to her husband about how easy it was to make money: "We can earn a year's worth of money just by selling clothes in one day. No wonder capitalists used to be so rich."

"Yes, but making money still requires some courage," Xia Heping sighed. If he had gone to Guangzhou alone this time, he might have lost both his money and his life.

Zhang Hongyan turned over and looked at the man suspiciously, asking, "Is there something you're hiding from me?"