Wang Youyou was in a difficult situation.
Suddenly, an old lady came through the crowd, bought a pair of men's shorts, and said, "Give me ten loaves of bread."
She was just going to visit relatives who had many children, so it would be more appropriate for her to buy some bread than fruit.
"Okay." Wang Youyou took the money and gave her ten loaves of bread.
Seeing this, the people nearby asked the aunt to buy it for them as well.
The aunt was also very kind-hearted and agreed on the spot.
Some wanted one loaf of bread, some wanted two loaves of bread, and they took turns giving money to Auntie, who then gave the money to Wang Youyou.
Wang Youyou was so embarrassed that she just gave up and sold the bread for ten cents each, accepting the loss.
Just think of it as showing off my familiar face and giving discounts to neighbors when the store opens today.
"Bread is only available today, one cent each. I mainly sell underpants, so if you need underpants, come to me!" Wang Youyou explained while collecting money and handing bread to the customers.
In a short while, the box of bread was empty.
Even Li Zhijun and the middle-aged man next door couldn't help but come and buy a loaf of bread.
People all like to join in the fun.
The more people gathered around, the more people bought. Of the three hundred loaves of bread, only thirty or forty were left before six o'clock.
A production team leader from a bakery passed by and he couldn't help but come forward to join in the fun.
When they saw that the man was selling bread from their factory at ten cents each, they immediately took it seriously.
He squeezed to the front of the stall and repeatedly confirmed that this was the bread produced by their factory.
He asked seriously, "Comrade, where does your bread come from?"
Wang Youyou was busy selling bread and didn't look at his expression carefully. She smiled and said, "I get the goods from the bakery in front. They're ten cents each. Today is the opening day and they'll be gone after today. How many do you want?"
The production team leader stretched out his hand and shouted, "Stop!"
Then she said to the people next to her, "Don't buy anything yet. Her bread cannot be sold."
"What's the matter?" Wang Youyou looked confused.
That person looked very serious, as if the situation was serious.
The production team leader sternly interrogated him, "Who did you buy the goods from? Please tell me the truth. Your low-price selling has seriously damaged our factory's reputation. This kind of market disruption is illegal."
When Wang Youyou heard the word "illegal", she panicked.
How is it illegal?
She could only explain, "This is the product your factory director's son gave me. I'm selling it at this price today as a promotional gift. I won't sell it at this price tomorrow. Doesn't this count as disrupting the market?"
The production team leader didn't believe it at all. The son of their factory director was an officer and would never recognize these street vendors.
He sneered and said, "In that case, please show me your purchase order, otherwise I will call the police."
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