Yuan Qiyu stood behind the stall, his eyes following every passerby. Seeing this, he couldn't help scratching his ears and cheeks, frowning.
"Uncle Zhou, why don't they buy it?" he asked in a low voice.
Zhou Shan touched his chin, thought for a moment, and said hesitantly, "I think it's too expensive?"
"But our fabrics are better than average, so isn't it reasonable that they're a bit more expensive?"
Yuan Qi Yu recalled the Baoshang Pavilion in the capital, where the fabrics were not only ridiculously expensive, but also came with a constant stream of customers.
Zhou Shan scratched his head, his tone a bit cautious, "Young Master... The people in Liangzhou City are not like those in the capital. There are many wealthy families in the capital, but here, there are more people who are short of money."
"What should I do then?" Yuan Qi Yu looked up and saw another passerby passing by. He glanced at them casually and then walked away without even reaching out to touch the clothes.
Zhou Shan suddenly had an idea. He pulled out a wooden sign from the side and put it in front of the stall. "How about you write a price tag, young master, so people can see it clearly at a glance?"
Yuan Qi Yu thought it made sense, so he immediately picked up a pen and wrote down the price of each piece of clothing neatly on the sign in a vigorous and neat handwriting.
As soon as the sign was put up, he looked at passers-by expectantly.
But the effect is completely opposite - now there are fewer people even touching the materials.
Most people glanced at the price from a distance, shook their heads and left without even stopping.
"How could this happen..." Yuan Qiyu's gaze fell on the backs of the increasingly sparse pedestrians, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.
He dropped his shoulders, his tone showing a hint of frustration, "Uncle Zhou, what exactly went wrong?"
Zhou Shan sighed silently, his expression somewhat helpless.
After all, he is not an expert, and when doing business he is just running errands for others. How can he give any brilliant advice?
He hesitated for a moment and then said, "Young Master, this business requires the right time, right place, and right people. Maybe we set up our stall in the wrong place, or maybe the timing is not right."
Yuan Qi Yu pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes fixed on the fabrics on the stall, a hint of stubbornness in his eyes.
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