She said, although these bags have been bought for a month or two, Li'an City has always been a big city with an influx of population, it is impossible for the market to be saturated so quickly, eight bags a day can be saturated? It is too much to underestimate the consumption power of lesbians, even though it is 1983, there are still rich people!
Xu Haizhou was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "You can say that."
There was no such thing as piracy back then, so Qiao Lu used the word very accurately. Aren’t imitations piracy?
"I bought one. You can see the difference. I think they are all the same." Xu Haizhou picked out a pirated bag tied with a pink scarf from the four remaining bags and handed it over.
Qiao Lu was shocked: "Oh, if you hadn't told me, I would have thought this was our bag. This scarf... Oh, this scarf is not ours. I have never bought such a tacky color..."
"Well, take a look."
Qiao Lu took the pirated bag and looked through it carefully, stroking the fabric with her fingertips. The more she looked, the deeper her frown became. "The style is exactly the same, but if you look closely, the details are different. Feel it, the material is not good."
You can feel the difference just by touching it. The material is rougher and the threads are not cut cleanly.
"And the workmanship is not good either. The colors look similar, but they are actually a little different. Mine is authentic lake blue, and its is indigo, which is much darker."
"Well, it's different. But do you know how much this pirated package sells for?" Xu Haizhou asked her.
Qiao Lu shook her head: "How much?"
Xu Haizhou made the number eight with his hands.
Qiao Lu was shocked: "What, eight pieces?!"
"Um."
"It's almost half the price of ours. No wonder the sales volume has dropped so drastically." This is too... shameless?
"Yeah." Xu Haizhou poured himself another glass of water, sweat dripping down his forehead, not only because of the hot weather, but also because of his anxious mood.
"But... they are cheap, but their materials and workmanship are not as good as ours, so their costs are definitely lower than ours. Even if they sell a bag for eight yuan, they can still make a lot of money, and if there are many people buying it, they can make more money if they sell it in large quantities."
The cost of this thing is not high, and it will definitely make a lot of money if it is sold in large quantities. However, due to the unsafe situation this year, Qiao Lu did not expand production, but chose to increase the unit price and go for the high-quality route. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin appeared halfway...
Qiao Lu rubbed her forehead in annoyance. "Oh, this is really difficult. If they want to steal it, there is nothing we can do. We can't just sell it to them, right? Besides, they sent a little girl to buy it, and we can't tell it's not a girl."
Xu Haizhou nodded: "Well, there is no other way."
The problem was a bit tricky, and the couple was troubled for three days. After three days, Li Hongjun could no longer sit still as he looked at the increasingly dismal sales.
Taking advantage of the dark and windy night, they followed the pirate and found his lair.
When I came back, I was so angry that I almost exploded.
"Haizhou, sister-in-law! Fuck him! I'm so angry today! The people who raided our grandson were not just one person, they were a small gang!"
His entire upper body was soaked with sweat from anger. After entering the house, Qiao Lu poured him a glass of water. When Qiao An saw Uncle Li Hongjun, he skillfully took out some brown sugar from the cupboard and handed it to his mother.
Qiao Lu was just about to throw it into the water and stir it for him to drink as brown sugar water, but he was so anxious that he snatched it away, threw it into the water cup, stirred it with his index finger, and gulped it down into his mouth before the brown sugar cubes had even dissolved.
After finishing the drink, there was a pool of brown sugar residue at the bottom of the cup. He then quickly wiped the sugar stains from the corners of his mouth and sighed, "Fuck his grandma! Do you know that grandson got rich by stealing our bags? It's only been a few days, and he actually bought two bicycles! This grandson, this grandson!"
Qiao Lu was quite anxious at first, but when she saw that Li Hongjun was even more anxious than her, she was immediately amused.
"How do you know he bought a new bike? What if he bought it before?" Qiao Lu asked.
"How is that possible!" Li Hongjun shouted, waving his hands exaggeratedly. "That Sun Zi used to wear shabby clothes and he had to carry the goods on his way to his stall. I deal with him every day, how could I not know him?"
When doing business in the streets, you can often bump into people in the same business. Li Hongjun noticed Sun Zi when he first set up his stall. He was thin and small, about 1.5 meters tall, which is definitely considered "petite" among men, right? So he was particularly impressed.
Later, he got Qiao Lu's pirated bag, and he became rich by dressing up. He also had two bicycles and even had followers. Tell me, how could Li Hongjun not be angry?
He picked up the cup to drink again, but found that there was only a little brown sugar residue left in the cup, so he put the cup down again in annoyance.
Xu Haizhou also found his anxious and irritated look a bit funny, so he personally poured him a glass of water.
After finishing the drink, Li Hongjun smacked his lips and said, "That bastard! He's sucking our blood! Not only did he steal all our bags, he also copied our production model! He set up a small workshop and recruited a lot of women. Now they work overtime every day to produce bags. Their scale is no joke. They have at least 12 or 13 people. Their daily production is equivalent to our weekly production!"
Moreover, they sell it at a low price, so they can definitely sell it in large quantities, with high profits and high sales. No wonder I bought a new car in just one month.
Qiao Lu smiled helplessly, feeling quite uncomfortable in her heart: "What can we do, should we cause trouble for him?"
Xu Haizhou glanced at her, looking thoughtful as if he was thinking about something.
The problem of piracy has never been a one-sided issue. It is very simple, so simple that it can only be an ideological problem; it is also very complex, so complex that it is related to human nature... If we want to truly solve it, we can only rely on the public's awareness. If everyone has the awareness of genuine products, they will naturally choose to spend a little more money to support genuine products. If they don't have this awareness, even if you beg them, they will ignore you and think that using pirated products is justified.
Of course, no matter how well the Jolu bag is made, it has no reputation and no brand. People just buy it. How can you say that yours is authentic?
Didn’t it also come from a small workshop?
By the way, brand... Although piracy cannot be completely eliminated, there is a way to save it a little, and that is to create a brand with a good reputation.
While Qiao Lu came up with a new idea, Li Hongjun was scratching his head over the declining profits.
"Sister-in-law, how about we lower the price? I don't believe we can't beat that bastard!"
Qiao Lu looked at him, pursed her lips and shook her head: "No, ours is genuine, the workmanship and materials are all top-notch, why would we lower the price? I've seen their pirated bags, the quality is very poor, if you use them every day, they will definitely go bad within half a year. You say, even if a bag is only eight yuan, it can only be used for less than half a year, will there be repeat customers in the future?"
"Ah? This... seems to make some sense." Li Hongjun scratched his head.
"He probably doesn't want repeat customers at all, he just wants to make a quick buck," Xu Haizhou said, "but I don't agree with lowering the price either."
Why would they lower the price of genuine products? Wouldn't that be the same as pirating? He never liked price wars.
And if piracy has tainted the market, cheaper prices will only make consumers more wary.
"It seems that we are on the same page again." Qiao Lu smiled, "I think we should first ensure the quality of the raw materials, and then the quality of the workmanship. During this period of time, the big hat is tight, so let's not rush, there is plenty of time to find a solution. There will be a big storm soon."
"Ah? Big storm? You mean the big hat?" Li Hongjun asked.
"Haizhou, please read the news in the newspaper to him."
Li Hongjun looked at Xu Haizhou in confusion as he took out a newspaper from July this year and read slowly:
"We must severely crack down on all kinds of crimes and speculative activities in today's society. We must punish them severely and promptly, and never show any leniency! ..."
After reading an important sentence, Xu Haizhou frowned and said seriously: "The capital has already been opened, it is only a matter of time before it is our turn."
Li Hongjun was stunned: "Oh, really? Fortunately, you have the habit of reading newspapers! Then we can't do it! We have to be honest recently!"
Xu Haizhou nodded and took the newspaper. "Well, we'll stop when we sell the stock on hand. We'll do it again when we're done."
Qiao Lu smiled and said, "If that grandson still makes such a big fuss, then we should be even happier."
After a while of reaction, Li Hongjun clapped his hands and cheered: "Yes! Let them be proud first. The higher they climb, the worse they fall!"
Seeing that Li Hongjun was finally no longer anxious, Qiao Lu asked him with a smile: "Hongjun, have you spent all your savings?"
Li Hongjun shook his head quickly: "No, I have saved quite a bit."
"That's it. You don't have to worry about food and drink now, and you have enough savings. Why are you in such a hurry? A solution cannot be figured out in one day. Go back and wait. I have an idea." Then he looked at Xu Haizhou and said, "Put these bags away after they are sold. I have a feeling that something big will happen soon."
"What's the big deal?" Li Hongjun asked.
"What big deal could it be?" Xu Haizhou glanced at him, his lips raised in a cold arc: "The big hat is about to be harvested."
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In early August, before the storm hit, Qiao Lu was lying on the bed with her son, enjoying the use of a newly bought electric fan. Although the electricity bill was a bit expensive, the wind was really refreshing and they no longer had to work hard to fan themselves.
Today the sky is overcast and it looks like it's going to rain. The weather is hot and humid, and there are mosquitoes flying low everywhere under the eaves. Unless there are special circumstances, I don't want to go out.
"Mom, aren't we going out to play today? Let's go to the park and watch the ducklings take a bath."
A group of wild ducks came from nowhere to the Jiangbin Park and bathed in the lake every day. Qiao An's favorite thing to do recently is to bring some coarse grain from home and break it into pieces to feed the ducks.
"It's hot outside. Let's cool down after dinner before going out." Holding her son in her arms, she was still sweating profusely while using the electric fan she bought just last month. "It's too stuffy today..."
Liu Xiaohong hurried in from outside, with a vegetable basket in her arm. She didn't even bother to put it down and quickly called for those at home to come over.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Something big has happened!"
"What's wrong? What's the big deal? Why are you so anxious?" Aunt Chen was hanging clothes in the yard nonchalantly.
Liu Xiaohong was so excited that she used both her hands and feet to move. "Oh my! This is a big deal! A while ago, the new postman Xiao Gao was hacked to death with a kitchen knife!"
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