Zhou Baozhen returned home in the evening and Wan Qingliu opened the package.
"Baozhen, Mom brought you some gifts."
Zhou Baozhen was quite expectant: "Mom, what good things did you bring me?"
Wan Qingliu took out some new clothes and a pearl brooch, smiling.
"There's a clothing factory in our village. These are the clothes designed by Widow Wu. What do you think of them?"
When it comes to fashion, Haishi is definitely at the forefront of the country. After staying here for a long time, Zhou Baozhen felt that these clothes were extraordinary as soon as she saw them.
"Wow, this dress looks better than the ones my classmates wear."
Those who can get into university, to be precise, can afford to go to school, come from well-off families, and there are many locals in the school.
Zhou Baozhen has seen a lot of people who can go to college locally, have a place to live locally, and have good food and clothing. Naturally, she has developed some taste.
She touched the clothes and said, "If this were made of Dacron, many people would definitely like it."
The material of cotton cloth is a bit ordinary, easy to deform, and not as crisp as Dacron.
Wan Qingliu: "I have a way to get cotton, but Dacron is hard to come by."
In later generations, polyester fiber was something that only poor people could afford, but now it is still a good thing and the price is much higher.
Hua Wanchi has oil, so she can ask her ancestors to buy machines to produce this kind of fabric, but doesn't she want to industrialize the space?
Moreover, it was still the early stage of reform, so cotton cloth could be explained, but there was really no reason to get Dacron, and selling it would also arouse suspicion.
Dacron and bell-bottom pants will remain popular for many years, so we will consider producing Dacron clothes in two years.
Fortunately, cotton cloth is not that expensive, and many people still buy it for the price. Compared with other cotton clothes, since the price difference is not much, why not buy a better-looking one?
Zhou Baozhen was very excited when she heard that Wan Qingliu was going to set up a stall in the vegetable market.
“I think this dress will sell well!”
Although they have a lot of money, they are always anxious about living beyond their means. Having an income, no matter how much, will at least make them feel more at ease.
Wan Qingliu didn't have nothing better to do than to come all the way here to set up a stall. Zhou Baozhen understood immediately that her mother-in-law came here this time to take Hua Jingmin to do business.
Looking at Wan Qingliu's energetic appearance, she guessed that he must have made a lot of money exploring the market in the past six months.
If you dare to speculate in such a tight environment, there is no reason not to make money after the situation is relaxed. The 5,000 left is not retirement money, but capital for starting a business from scratch!
Zhou Baozhen is watching this trend. If a country wants to develop its economy, opening up the market is an inevitable result. Now is just the beginning, and it will become more and more open in the future.
While everyone is still waiting and watching, if you act decisively, you will definitely get a piece of the fat meat.
If you act later, you can drink the soup; if you act later, you won’t even be able to smell the soup.
Zhou Baozhen smiled and said, "Jingmin, this is the first time Mom and Dad have come to Hai City. Take them around."
Hua Jingmin: "Of course, since we've finally come here, we should have a good time for a few days."
Early in the morning, Hua Jingmin proudly handed the child to his father, and then he followed his mother to set up the stall.
The old man had never seen a child before, and he was at a loss and in a panic.
When the child was handed to him, he was a little panicked: "Are you sure your son is in my hands?"
Hua Jingmin smiled and said, "There's nothing to worry about, Dad. I believe you. Your grandson is very well behaved.
If he cries, it means he's either hungry or has diarrhea. Just check on him and if he doesn't have diarrhea, give him some milk."
Wan Qingliu also laughed: "What are you afraid of, old man? Many mothers have never had any problems raising their children for the first time. What problems can you have?"
Although Wan Qingliu asked Lao Huatou to take care of the child himself, she didn't mean to make things difficult for him.
Since Lao Huatou doesn't do business, he is the only one at home who has nothing to do.
Then he is the one who takes care of the child. If he doesn’t take care of his grandson, who will?
Wan Qingliu brought clothes and Hua Jingmin to the vegetable market, found a vacant space and started setting up a stall.
Although Hua Jingmin has been a nanny for such a long time, he has not lost his strength and skills. He helped his mother set up the stall with nimble hands and feet.
Soon an old lady passed by and marveled at the clothes.
"Your clothes are quite special."
Wan Qingliu remained calm and began to speak, "Oh, this is a dress designed by a well-known domestic designer. How can it not look good?"
Hua Jingmin was a little shocked. Wasn’t this designed by Widow Wu?
When did she become a well-known domestic designer?
The old lady took a critical look at the clothes and said with a smile, "You're quite interesting. Clothes designed by famous designers wouldn't be sold here. They'd already be in stores long ago."
Wan Qingliu smiled and said, "Hey, isn't this the reform and opening up? We always have to try new ways. Look at the quality, it's not inferior to department stores."
In Hua Wanchi's previous life, Wan Qingliu had lived in Suzhou for more than 20 years and could speak a little bit of the accent. Although the dialects of the two places were different, they were close after all, so the accents always had some similarities.
The old lady picked out some and asked, "How much is this skirt?"
Wan Qingliu: "Fifteen dollars."
The old lady gasped: "It's so expensive?"
Wan Qingliu: "It's not expensive! Ordinary styles in stores cost 10 yuan. You definitely won't find this style anywhere else."
The old lady picked out some more and said, "Will you sell it for 7 yuan? I'm picking it out for my granddaughter."
Wan Qingliu: "Little girls are only suited to wearing these brightly colored dresses. If you don't dress up while you're young, you won't have the chance when you're old! Seven yuan is the purchase price. I can't sell it at a loss. If you really want it, can I sell it to you for 13 yuan?"
The old lady refused to budge: "8 yuan? Good luck with your opening. Give me a good price and I'll come back next time. You'll make a lot of money."
Wan Qingliu: "Hey, there's nothing we can do about you, old lady. I'll give you 10 yuan, okay? 10 yuan can't be less!"
"Nine dollars! Nine dollars at most. Why wouldn't I buy it at the store if you were selling it for ten dollars?"
"Okay, okay, you old lady can bargain, nine dollars is all you need!"
After some hesitation, the first order was sold.
Hua Jingmin had never seen his mother doing business before, and now he couldn't help but admire her.
Look at this mouth, it says one thing to one person and another thing to another. It would be unreasonable not to make money.
"Mom, you're amazing."
Wan Qingliu gave him a look and told him to figure it out for himself: "Just be careful. It doesn't mean you have to be good at handling things. The most important thing is to speak up."
It wouldn't work if you just put the clothes here and wait for customers to come.
The wholesale price of this dress is five yuan. After deducting the travel expenses, it can still make a profit by selling it for nine yuan. Wan Qingliu did not expect that the first person to buy it would be an old lady.
But I imagine there must be a lot of old ladies coming to the vegetable market to buy vegetables in the morning.
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