The location that Kui Datou provided is a reliable location in the "Universiade" Industrial Park.

Thanks to the existence of the industrial park, the land here is gradually being developed and expanding.

Some nearby villages have been transformed into factories or dormitories, so that factory workers or factories that rely on the Universiade for their livelihoods can have a place to stay.

To be honest, this place is really not cheap.

But that doesn't stop the large number of people here.

Li San, nicknamed Swallow Li San, was among the first group of people to follow Kui Datou.

Starting in 1966, he followed Kui Datou to the countryside to collect and sell goods. Later, after the opening up of China, he continued to travel all over the country with Kui Datou. Kui Datou didn't mistreat him. After he quit, he and a few of the leading brothers discussed it and held a meeting. They decided to bring goods from other places to sell in Beijing. During that period, Kui Datou sold everything.

However, Wang Shouren gave him a reminder.

That's how you assign different people to different paths.

For example, watches or clothes.

If you're going to do something, do only one category; don't worry about the others.

Yanzi Li San was in charge of the clothing categories. Since they had categorized everything from the beginning, when it was time to separate, the brothers didn't quarrel and each went about their own business. As Kui Da Tou put it, everyone could make money. If the brothers wanted, they could talk to the railway boss and see if they could charter a few railcars for transport, which would be safer.

If you're unwilling, then we can go our separate ways, and there's no problem with that.

Even now, these guys haven't lost touch and continue to trade goods together. Some come, some go, and they've become quite well-known in Beijing.

Wang Xirou drove her own four-wheeled vehicle, carrying Cheng Xin, and rushed over to pick up the goods.

Cheng Xin's lips twitched involuntarily. Well, driving a car to set up a street stall—what's the difference between that and driving a Maserati to set up a street stall in later generations? In later generations, it could be said that it was for traffic, but now there's nothing at all; it's just a princess experiencing life.

"This must be my niece. Come, come, would you like to rest for a bit, or go straight to get the goods?" Li San, with his burly face, forced out an extremely kind smile, even with a hint of flattery.

"Third Uncle, let's go get the goods."

"Okay, okay, I'll go with you." Li San quickly led the two girls to the warehouse.

Li San had leased half of the entire village. His warehouse was quite large; it had originally been wasteland in the village, but he had tidied it up and turned it into a warehouse. Quite a few people came and went. Wang Xirou even saw the aunt who had sold her the pants that day.

My aunt is talking to the warehouse manager.

"Oh, brother, some of your clothes sell well, some don't. Please, let me have a good look..."

"Go away, what are you picking and choosing for? If everyone were like you, how could I do business? Don't you know why you came here? My things are cheap, why would I give you such a low price if there's no extra benefit!" The warehouse manager said impatiently, "If you don't want to buy, just leave the things there. Nobody is forcing you to buy."

"Okay, okay, I was just saying, just saying, do you have to be so serious? Buy, buy, buy, I'll buy."

"Just buy it. Take it back and fix it up properly. It's all good material." The warehouse manager's expression improved at this point.

Wang Xirou was a little shocked when she saw it. How could they buy clothes in one bag after another?

"Third Uncle, can't we choose the clothes here?" Wang Xirou asked somewhat stiffly.

Li San laughed: "These clothes, apart from brand-name goods, are either acquired from closed factories or made by small workshops. Some are good, some are bad. I do wholesale here, and usually, they are packaged into a whole bag, which normally contains about 10 to 13 pieces. Some sell well, some don't."

These days, the sources of clothing are quite diverse.

If you really categorize by type and sell what at what time, then you can indeed make money.

However, Li San, who has reached this level, operates on a wholesale model; he doesn't have the energy to go through the hassle of complicated procedures.

According to Kui Datou, even if he was upstream, what happened downstream—whether they took the clothes back to disassemble and rework them, or sold them at a stall like that auntie—was up to them. It had nothing to do with him. He even knew that some people, after buying goods from him, had specifically opened small workshops to process and modify the clothes themselves.

Honestly, making a fortune just by reselling something isn't that easy.

“My dear niece, if you want to buy something nice, come with me to the warehouse and pick it out. Or, if you want to practice, just take it all back in bags.” Li San was always straightforward and said what he meant.

He knew Wang Xirou's identity.

The eldest brother's daughter.

Just kidding, he's good for nothing except for his seniority. He wouldn't act on his own initiative at this point.

Wang Xirou hesitated for a moment and looked at Cheng Xin.

Cheng Xin said, "Since we want to try it out, let's just take a whole bag and organize it when we get back."

“That’s a good idea,” Li San suggested from the side. “Normally, some clothes in a bag sell well, and some don’t. It all depends on your own styling. Some people have bought several batches from me, and their business has grown bigger and bigger. The first time it was one bag, the second time it was three bags, and later it was dozens or even hundreds of bags. These people generally don’t sell directly.”

“They will think about what sells well and what doesn’t, how to sell the good ones at a high price, and how to sell the bad ones.”

"There are also those like that auntie from earlier. Every time she comes, she takes one or two packs to sell for several weeks. She can't bear to throw away what she already has. Her business is so-so. She won't starve, but she can't develop her business either."

If it were anyone else, Li San wouldn't say these things. How others sell their clothes is none of his business; he's not making money from people who actually buy clothes.

But he will tell the two people in front of him everything.

"Okay, thanks, Uncle. How much is a pack?"

"Fifty-six yuan a pack." Li San smiled, without even mentioning the free order.

"Third Uncle, I want two packs."

"Alright, go pick one yourself."

Wang Xirou went inside. The warehouse was large, and the clothes were neatly divided into bundles. From the outside, they looked about the same size. Many people were picking through the clothes inside, and those outside didn't seem to care, as long as they didn't open the bundles. Wang Xirou and Cheng Xin followed suit and took two bundles, then ran to the door to pay.