Chapter 81 The 1980s: The Male and Female Protagonists' Deaths (7)

Xiao Wang glanced at Jin Shu.

Because she didn't know how much it would cost.

"Three cents for one, five cents for two, buy five for one dollar and twenty cents, and you can also get a fabric patch for free."

The price wasn't expensive; it was well within the girl's budget.

She happily squatted down to continue picking through the items, intending to take only two, when she suddenly noticed the fabric patches displayed in the corner.

Wow! It's so beautiful!

The daisies I hold in my hand are lifelike, exquisite, and beautiful.

In addition, there are shapes of rabbits, puppies, and tigers.

They were all embroidered stitch by stitch, with fine and neat stitches, making them extremely beautiful.

"Is this a free gift with the purchase of five?"

"right."

"Then I'll have five!"

At first, I was reluctant to spend the money, but once I saw this fabric patch, I was completely captivated.

Every family has patches on their clothes. Instead of sewing those drab rags to fill the holes, it's better to use these pretty patterns to sew them onto the clothes, making it look like little flowers are blooming on your body.

The first order was placed.

Holding the 200-yuan note, Xiao Wang felt like he was dreaming.

"It actually sold out. I was worried they would think it was too expensive."

"People are willing to pay for creativity and beauty."

"Where did you hear that? It makes a lot of sense."

"In the magazine."

The magazine, which she couldn't understand at first, became much easier to read after Jin Shu spent the whole night studying the dictionary.

Now, Jin Shu's already prestigious urban image was further enhanced by the glow of knowledge, and Xiao Wang stared at her with eyes full of admiration.

In an era where everyone idolizes Chairman Mao, Xiao Wang has found his own unique object of worship.

Before Xiao Wang could speak, another customer came in.

Three young women came this time; you could tell from their clothes that they were female workers from a nearby spinning mill.

"That's really interesting. It looks so nice sewn onto the collar. Do you have a red one? I like red."

"have."

Jin Shu skillfully picked out a pair of red floral lace from a pile of lace. The girl picked it up and held it up to her neck. The other two couldn't help but pick some out as well.

"This looks good, this looks good too, this will definitely look beautiful with my dress, this one, this one..."

The trendy gadgets, which I had never seen before, instantly attracted a large number of people. Some of them were just there to watch the fun, but they were also attracted by the exquisite and beautiful lace and fabric patches. When they asked about the price, it wasn't too expensive. The fabric patches, in particular, only cost three cents each, and you could buy four for one dollar. They were simple and pretty to stick on the holes in your clothes.

"I want five pieces of lace, here's the money."

Afraid that someone would snatch what she wanted, the girl from the spinning mill quickly paid for it, then went to the patch shop and picked out a pretty peach patch, squeezing out of the crowd with satisfaction.

Xiao Wang had never seen anything like this before. She was always the one squeezing through crowds to buy things, and this was the first time someone had squeezed in front of her wanting to buy her things.

She shouted enthusiastically.

"Pretty lace! Selling lace! You can sew it on collars, sleeves, and trouser hems. It's pretty and cheap. Three cents a piece, five cents for two pieces, and if you buy five pieces, you get a pretty and exquisite fabric patch for one dollar and twenty cents!"

Come and take a look! You can try it even if you don't buy!

Xiao Wang has a loud and penetrating voice, and soon a whole street of people crowded around him.

Especially the young girls, at first everyone could pick out what they liked one by one, but when there were many people, two or three people wanted a piece of lace, and they almost fought over it. It was Jin Shu who stood up and blocked the stall.

"Don't push, one at a time."

"Oh no, all the ones I like have been taken!"

"I want ten! Give me ten, any kind will do!"

"Do you have any more fabric patches? I need ten! Here's the money!"

People in this era have a much greater passion for novel and unusual objects than Jin Shu could have imagined.

After all, it was an era of scarcity. People could solve their basic needs for food and clothing, and the remaining money could be used for enjoyment and entertainment.

In a world dominated by black, white, and gray, the vibrant colors in front of Jin Shu became the most novel sight.

After all, people usually use this color to sew quilt covers. It's too flashy to wear, and no one would want to use it. But with Jin Shu's skillful hands and a little design, these fabrics became decorations to adorn clothing, and sure enough, they immediately caused a frenzy.

The lace on Xiao Wang's clothes was almost torn off.

As an accountant, she had never seen so much money in her life.

Even after everything was sold out, a bunch of people were still gathered there and refused to leave.

"I will come back at the same time tomorrow. Everyone, please go home first. If you want to pick out your favorite lace and appliqués tomorrow, please come early."

"I need ten tomorrow. Here's the money, please keep it for me!"

"I want five too, and I'll give you the money first..."

Jin Shu: "..."

They are so simple and honest that it's almost frightening.

Aren't you worried that she'll take the money and run away?

Finally, Jin Shu could not collect the money in advance; she only promised to prepare more for tomorrow.

"Phew... my throat is burning."

Xiao Wang was so tired her face turned pale. She worked much harder than Jin Shu. She was the one shouting, recommending, and dealing with customers. In the end, she was even forced to tear off the lace on her own collar and give it to the customer.

Of course, the thought of making money quickly swept away all this fatigue!

"Let's go back and figure it out; there are too many people here."

After saying that, Xiao Wang stuffed a thick wad of money into Jin Shu's hand, but Jin Shu told her to keep it for now.

“You’re the accountant, you’re better at calculating money than I am, so you’re in charge of calculating these amounts.”

"Okay, I'll calculate it for you later. Oh, by the way, what's the cost of these fabrics? Let me calculate the profit for you."

Jin Shu carried the bag and walked forward.

"Three yuan and fifty cents."

"Huh? What three yuan and fifty cents?"

"The cost is three yuan and fifty cents."

"..."

Xiao Wang didn't believe it at all.

"So much fabric, and it's only three yuan and fifty cents? You're kidding me."

Jin Shu didn't explain and went straight to the tailor shop from yesterday.

"Boss, do you have any leftover scraps?"

"Yes, weren't all those enough for you to sew your quilts yesterday?"

"Sew one for my sister too. I have several sisters. Boss, how much scrap fabric do you have? Give it all to me."

"Hahaha, we have so many scraps, you can't buy them all. And some of the colors aren't very nice, you probably won't like them."

"Let me see it."

The boss led Jin Shu directly to the back courtyard, where there was a small mountain of scraps, all leftovers from making clothes and quilts.

"This pile, same as always, three yuan and fifty cents a bag. See if you can accept the color of this pile."

It was a pile of black scraps, not enough to make clothes, too short even to make socks, and no one wanted to use black fabric to sew bed sheets, so it just sat there, waiting for the textile factory to buy it back at a low price.

How much is a bag?

"If you take it, I'll consider it... two pieces."

"One dollar and fifty cents, I'll take it all."

(End of this chapter)