In her previous life, her eldest brother died early, her second sister went blind due to illness, her third brother became autistic, and she herself lived a life of poverty and hardship, scavenging...
Thinking about the second life, Luo Shaoqiang was stubborn and refused to ask for help, and the suffering that Old Mrs. Luo had to endure, and then thinking about how Luo Mingyuan directly ended his own life, this father and son are really...
Zhou Xiang took out fifty yuan and handed it to Zhou Chao. "Brother Chao, I'll lend it to you first. Buy yourself some suitable clothes and get a haircut. It needs to be clean and tidy. I run a food business."
"Okay," Zhou Chao borrowed the money, "consider it my loan."
Zhou Xiang breathed a sigh of relief after solving another big problem. But as soon as he got home, his father caught him and asked him where the money came from.
"It was given to me by Old Lady Liu. I earned the fifteenth by helping sell goods."
The source was legitimate, so Zhou's father had nothing to say. "Good, you've earned Dad's face today. By the way, where did you take Zhou Chao?"
"Give it to Ling Ran."
"It's okay." Father Zhou waved his hand and sent his little girl away.
Old Lady Liu and Zhou Yu bought another batch of clothes and went to various markets to sell them. It was obvious that the market was a bit saturated and they were not selling well.
When Zhou Yu was anxious, Old Lady Liu decided to buy some other goods and sell them together.
Zhou Xiang agreed.
This time they were lucky and actually swept up a bunch of scraps of cloth. It was the person who sold them the inventory who took them to the cloth wholesaler to sweep up the leftover stock.
I clearly remember Zhou Xiang saying that the leftover goods were priced by the bulk. The two of them weighed them by the pound, at one yuan per pound. For cotton cloth, it was about one pound and two meters of cloth, which means an average of fifty cents per meter. Since it was just scraps of cloth, the size could not be compared with the whole piece of cloth when selling it, but there would definitely be no loss. You could make money by whatever price you quoted.
Old Lady Liu came to Zhou Xiang again and asked, "Old Fourth, how much should I pay for this cloth?"
"It takes time to sort them out. The ones over one meter long are piled up, and the ones under one meter long are piled up. They are sold at six yuan and four yuan per meter respectively."
“So expensive?”
"Of course, otherwise what are you going to do with your six-dollar clothes? You make a piece of clothing over one meter long, so if the clothes are six dollars, you only get one or two dollars for the fabric?"
"Okay! I'll listen to you."
"When selling, pieces under 1.5 meters are counted as one meter, and pieces over 1.5 meters but under 2 meters are counted as 1.5 meters, giving people a small advantage so they don't have to cut a large piece of cloth.
Those small pieces of cloth that are less than one meter are all counted as half a meter, and those under half a meter are only charged one yuan. People feel that they are getting a good deal and are happy, so they don’t think the cloth is expensive anymore.”
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."