Probably because of the geographical advantage and the advertising effect of the Spring Festival Gala, today's business was even more popular than Xu Haizhou expected. Even though there were no fitting rooms, there was still a constant stream of customers coming and going, and everything was sold out in just half a morning!

Before the peak season arrived, Li Hongjun was quickly sent home to get the goods. Because they were not yet proficient in the job, Qiao Lu only produced two pieces, Wu Guifang also produced two pieces, and Aunt Chen only produced one piece.

"This is not enough! I feel like at this rate, they will be sold out in less than two hours!" Li Hongjun was so anxious that he almost cried.

How does it feel to see the money in front of you and yet you have to push it away?

Li Hongjun is feeling so uncomfortable now.

“It’s selling so well?” Qiao Lu was stunned. Even tie-dyed skirts didn’t sell so quickly before.

As expected, even good wine needs a bush. Advertising is really useful! Especially on the nationally renowned Spring Festival Gala stage!

I quickly handed him the clothes and said, "Take it and hold it for now. I'll go to the outer courtyard and find a few sisters to help you."

However, the reality was even more exaggerated than what Li Hongjun said. It didn’t take two hours at all; all five pieces of clothing were sold out in just one hour!

In desperation, they had to send Li Hongjun home again.

Fortunately, Qiao Lu was smart this time. She gathered all the housewives from the outer courtyard and the two neighboring courtyards. After three hours, she collected eight long skirts and eleven red shirts, all of which were "one size fits all."

Not much, just a little relief for the immediate problem.

By the time we finished work in the afternoon, another fifteen new garments had been made.

However, this place doesn't have many customers, so we're closed today. I'll bring my newly made dresses over when we open tomorrow.

"Hey, man, where did you get this?"

After work in the afternoon, Zhang Weiqiang, with a big fringe hairstyle and a cigarette in his mouth, leaned against the partition of the store with his legs crossed. The upper leg was shaking like a clockwork, and he looked sloppy and it was obvious that he was not a "good guy".

The two were busy packing up their stall and heading home. Xu Haizhou glanced up at him and said, "I made it myself."

"What?" Zhang Weiqiang scratched his ears to show his disbelief: "Do it yourself? Don't be ridiculous.

These two opened a clothing stall, so they also had to build a clothing factory? What an international joke.

Li Hongjun smiled, put the clothes in the sack and tied it into a knot: "I am kidding you, we only have a few items in our store, if they were made in a factory, wouldn't there be enough to sell?"

"Really?" Zhang Weiqiang rolled his eyes and snorted, "I saw that your house used to have a lot of guests, but why is there no one after I moved in?"

The fitting rooms were not dismantled, and no one came to try on clothes. Zhang Weiqiang was puzzled.

"Your fitting room is the only one of its kind in Baiyun Street. How could there be no customers?" Li Hongjun suppressed his laughter and patted his shoulder vigorously. "Your method must be wrong."

The burly man who was pretending to be lazy seemed to be poked in the Ren and Du meridians.

He slapped his thigh and said, "Really? Fuck! I was wondering why no one came. I guess I used the wrong method? Then tell me, what method should I use?"

This Zhang Weiqiang really is a man with well-developed limbs but a simple mind. He looks like a strong man with broad shoulders and a thick waist. He looks ferocious when he doesn't smile. But he turns out to be a stupid and clumsy guy with a dull mind!

So, how did such a man choose to sell women's clothing? And how did he occupy the best location on Baiyun Street without being snatched away by others?

The most important thing is, can a brain like his make money?

It is truly an unsolved mystery of the world.

Li Hongjun and Xu Haizhou looked at each other and could hardly hold back their laughter.

Holding it in, Li Hongjun gave him a plan: "Learn from us, be louder, shout more, be sweeter, call female comrades "little sisters" when you see them, and call male comrades "handsome guys". Who doesn't like to hear nice words, right?"

"Is it that simple?"

Li Hongjun nodded as a matter of course: "What else?"

Zhang Weiqiang instantly frowned and looked like he was about to get angry, but what he said was hilarious: "Fuck, it turns out to be so simple, I'll try it tomorrow, I don't believe it!"

He turned around and walked away with big strides.

This time, Li Hongjun burst into laughter without mercy.

"Interesting, interesting. Haizhou, you said that a person with this kind of brain is more suitable for doing hard labor, why would he set up a stall? Hahaha..." The kind of person who still has to count money for others after being sold.

Xu Haizhou observed Zhang Weiqiang for several days and discovered his general personality: "I feel that he is a person without plans, very casual, and has no innovative spirit. He likes to follow the trend and doesn't like to use his brain. When he sees other people's good ideas, he just copies them without thinking about where others do well. He blindly copies, and the result is counterproductive."

"Yeah, he can't be a smart guy if he can switch places with me. Who knows? He's dumber than I thought." The more I think about it, the more interesting it becomes. "But maybe he has his merits, otherwise how could he have stayed in Baiyun Street for so many years, right?"

Looking at Zhang Weiqiang's leaving back, the two men seemed to be thinking about something.

…

In April on earth, the parasol trees sprout tender buds and stretch their waists prettily in the early morning.

Recently, we have received good news one after another. The same dress worn during the Spring Festival Gala is selling like hot cakes!

On the first day, due to insufficient inventory, I only earned about a hundred yuan. On the second day, I barely made up for it and earned less than three hundred, around two hundred and seventy or eighty.

On the fourth day, there was sufficient stock, and with word of mouth from the lesbians, the two men fucked hard, and the final profit was - four hundred and fifty-five!

It continued to soar, and on the twelfth day it finally declined, steadily dropping to just over a hundred dollars a day.

All in all, I earned five thousand three just this month!

Good guy, I counted the money until my hands cramped.

The more money he made, the more addicted he became. Not only did he sell on Baiyun Street, he was also busy here at Qiao Lu.

Now, she wears a red shirt or a pink dress every day, which she alternates between.

It was the end of spring, with a late spring chill and low temperatures. It was impossible to wear a light chiffon dress alone, so Jolu would be very careful to put on a woolen coat, pure cotton black socks, and a pair of greased leather shoes.

Finally, I put on some light makeup, went shopping for groceries, took my son to the park, and strolled around the department store when I had some free time.

The return rate is 100%. From time to time, a female comrade would come up to her and ask her where she bought her clothes. Even the arrogant salesperson in the department store would ask her where she bought the skirt with a flattering smile.

Qiao Lu smiled calmly, her heart filled with joy: "It's the same style as the Spring Festival Gala host, don't you know? It's very popular in Baiyun Street recently. It's the first clothing store you see when you enter the street. I bought the coat and skirt there."

Finally, he added: "The bosses are two handsome young men."

That way, you won't go wrong.

In addition to strolling on the street and acting as a living signboard, Ziyuan Street is also busy.

Neighbors all know that Qiao Lu's family has changed to selling clothes. They don't have to go all the way to Baiyun Street, they can just come to her house to pick out clothes.

The first people to buy the same style of clothes were the female comrades who made clothes for Qiao Lu. Qiao Lu sold them each piece at a 50% discount on the market price.

You can't sell it too expensively. After all, you still have to rely on others to work for you. You can call it a "benefits fee" or an "employee benefit."

This move was well done, allowing everyone to enjoy the pleasure of taking advantage, and then wear it out as a living signboard to recommend "tap water" customers to Qiao Lu.

As long as they are lesbians recommended by our "employees", they will be sold at a 30% discount.

I made quite a bit of money from this event!

Counting the endless stream of banknotes, Qiao Lu vaguely felt that she was not a "tailor" but an accountant, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Finally, the total revenue from Baiyun Street and the big courtyard exceeded six thousand five hundred!

In the evening, Qiao Lu spread out the bills one by one, counted them again and again, and was so excited that she almost asked Xu Haizhou to dance a waltz with her.

"With our current level of expansion, can we build a small factory of our own?"

I have to say that Qiao Lu is a woman with bold ideas.

"A small factory? A small workshop, right?" Xu Haizhou corrected himself.

What kind of factory can be opened with 10,000 yuan? At least 100,000 yuan will be needed.

Speaking of small workshops, Qiao Lu suddenly thought of Sun Xun who was shot to death. He was also arrested because he opened an illegal small workshop.

Although the main reason was because he was reselling supplies...

Thinking of his end, Qiao Lu instantly wilted.

"Forget it, let's wait and see. Even if I want to open a small workshop, I shouldn't choose this year. My current goal is a house. I'm already satisfied. Everything else can be discussed later!"

The crackdown has lasted for three full years. Just be content for now. There is no rush. There was still enough time to do business in the 1990s, not to mention that it is only 1984 now.

"Yes, there will be. All of them will be."

…

In early April, Qiao Lu did a complete accounting. From the first day of the Lunar New Year to now, she has earned about 12,000 yuan in three months. After deducting the costs, the profit is about 10,000 yuan, which is a huge profit!

I finally understand why in the past two years, we could still see news about people who became millionaires by selling sunflower seeds. It is absolutely true. Only when you make a lot of money, do you feel that this is not a dream at all!

In the end, I split the profits with Li Hongjun. We calculated that our family savings amounted to 13,000 yuan, and a 80-square-meter Nanhu home would cost about 12,000 yuan.

Because of your lavish daily expenses, you still need to save some money for purchasing goods. Be conservative and save another thousand or two to buy a house!

Qiao Lu seemed to see the new house with a private bathroom waving at her.

So delicious.

Seeing Qiao Lu counting money again, Qiao An was helpless and rushed over: "Mom is counting money again, are you a money-grubber?"

Qiao Lu hugged her son tightly and took a deep sip of milk on his face: "Yes, I am a big money fan, and you, as my son, are a small money fan."

His nose was a little itchy, and Qiaoan sneezed, then laughed: "Then money-loving mom, how much money do we have now? Do we have enough money to buy a house?"

"A lot of money?" Qiao Lu was amused by her son's words. "I do have a lot of money, but it's not enough. I have to save more and try to buy a big house for our An An this year, okay?"

"Yes, I really want to live in a big house, Mom." He opened his little hands and hugged her tightly, and began to look forward to the future: "A big house has a big bed, and the three of us can sleep in it without being crowded."

Qiao Lu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and poked him on the head: "It seems that this is what you are planning."

Qiao An was very innocent. He hugged his mother's arm and rocked back and forth: "What is an abacus? What is An An using? Why do we need an abacus? What is an abacus?"

Qiao Lu: "..."

OK, we're not on the same channel again.

In the end she explained it to him once, but fearing that he only had a vague understanding, Qiao Lu simply drew an abacus, which was so lifelike.

The boy was very happy and danced with joy, excited that he had learned a new word.

Qiao Lu has recently been thinking about whether she should find time to send her son to kindergarten.

Now her career is getting busier and busier. Sometimes she doesn't even notice her son goes out and plays for several hours without coming home. She really has no time to take care of him.

Besides, it was a weekday and all the other kids went to school, so Qiaoan was basically the only four-year-old left in the yard. There were a few two- or three-year-old kids in the outer yard who had not yet started kindergarten, but he was not familiar with them and was not willing to play with them.

Thinking of this, Qiao Lu decided that when the store was vacant, she would ask the child's father to use his connections to get him into kindergarten for a period before elementary school.

Before I could think about this problem carefully, I heard Xu Haizhou talking about the rampant piracy.

"How come there is piracy again? It's so fast."

Overnight, all the stalls on Baiyun Street were selling the same dresses that Lu Jing and Ma Lan wore for the Spring Festival Gala. The colors, fabrics, and styles were exactly the same as those sold at Qiao Lu's store.

Qiao Lu didn't know whether she should say that the same style from other stores was a pirated copy. After all, these two dresses were not designed by her. She just borrowed the fame of the Spring Festival Gala for advertising.

"These bastards are just sucking our blood. Don't they have their own brains? They always copy our ideas." Li Hongjun was indignant. He sat in Xu's house and scolded the pirates for an hour, but he still didn't feel satisfied.

He was collecting money easily and suddenly most of his customers were snatched away. Who would feel good about this?

But then, a big problem was discovered.

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