In the county town, Dacron shirts still sell very well.
But the factory was right at his doorstep, so Hua Xuguo decided to try out some clothes produced in the village first.
Wu Muxiang: "Shirts are three yuan each, dresses are five yuan each, and bell-bottom pants are ten yuan each."
This price is much higher than purchasing goods in Guangzhou.
After all, the village uses manual labor and sewing machines, the equipment is primitive, and the production efficiency cannot be compared with the assembly line in Guangzhou.
Hua Xuguo thought that there was no need to travel such a long distance, and there would be no harm in giving it a try.
Wan Qingliu started to think that she had thought too simply before.
Using a sewing machine is not very efficient. Since some factories already use large equipment, she might as well get some.
Hua Xuguo bought 100 dresses, 100 pairs of bell-bottom pants and 100 shirts. Except for the bell-bottom pants which were designed according to fashionable styles, the others were all designed by Wu Muxiang herself.
These days everyone is generally thin, so Hua Xuguo bought a lot of small sizes, not in large quantities, simply to test the waters.
As soon as the clothes were put at the entrance of the vegetable market, business was unexpectedly good.
Although these clothes are not as fashionable as those sold at the stall next door, they are really nice-looking!
Hua Xuguo started boasting: "What? It's not made of Dacron? Oh, little girl, don't underestimate the simple material, the design is not simple!
This is a design by a famous domestic designer. Doesn't it look good? The key is that it is comfortable and breathable. Who wouldn't praise you for being a stylish girl when you wear it?
You can't find clothes like this at my stall anywhere else!"
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