"走得好" means "sells well"; taking one piece of clothing from sizes S to XL is called "一手".
Jian Yan shook her head. "Are you crazy to take one of each? How much would that cost?" "Given my size, one of each."
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Rong Xiao burst out laughing; it was hilarious. "You guys, pretending to be wholesalers, I can tell you're just small-time customers."
Jian Yan and Xue Qiandai simultaneously sent Rong Xiao piercing glances, telling him to "shut up."
“If we buy in small quantities, the unit price won’t come down; if we buy in large quantities, we don’t need those counterfeit goods.” Jian Yan shrugged, looking quite helpless.
"We'll see how things go when the time comes," Xue Qiandai concluded.
By the time we arrived at the wholesale market, it was already seven o'clock. The city's machines were starting to run, and the morning rush hour in Beijing had begun. It took the minivan a long time to find a parking space.
Jian Yan, with great foresight, said, "See? If this were a Maybach, parking would be a nightmare for you."
Rong Xiao, sulking, refused to answer. "Daifei, with so many small shops in this wholesale market, which one should we go to?"
The Dongpi Market is actually a series of traditional shopping malls, including the earliest Dongding Clothing City, the later Jinkailide International City, Century Tianle International Clothing Market, Tianhaocheng Clothing Wholesale Market, and 12 others.
"Tianhe Baima Clothing Mall." The reason is simple: this mall is known as the largest in the area, with the most complete facilities and the most standardized management.
Inside the mall, numerous small shops were densely packed together, their clothing displayed in a haphazard fashion. Only one or two mannequins stood near the entrance. Many people crowded into the shops, selecting clothes like they were picking out cabbages, while shopkeepers answered questions with microphones.
The four of them, including Rong Xiao's driver who was pushing the cart, walked through the mall, admiring this wondrous world of clothing. Rong Xiao pinched his nose; he couldn't stand the pungent, sweaty smell of the marketplace. The purchasing power of those buying goods was so strong that Xue Qiandai had a hard time even trying to squeeze to the front.
Suddenly, Rong Xiao pointed into the distance and said, "Look, why is she here too?"
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