Looking at the sea, Yanshan Old Street.
This street carries the memories of older generations of Wanghai residents. Two rows of low, whitewashed buildings stretch forward. They've been there for as long as their parents can remember. Back then, they were brand new and beautiful, like pristine ivory. But time has passed, and their glory is gone, leaving only potholed streets and years of accumulated, stinking sewage.
There is a hospital nearby, right next to the houses, and residents can smell the aroma of boiling Chinese medicine at fixed times.
Beyond that, there was the mixed aroma of soup and soy sauce. In the distance, there was a primary school, but it was the old site of the primary school and was now abandoned. From there, the atmosphere of desolation began to spread, gradually covering the entire block.
Although the residents here are still living, they are also somewhat confused. Because this place has been decided to be demolished, the past has yielded to the future, and those who have lived here for a long time are unsure of where to go.
There are also many tenants who make a living nearby, and they have been renting for more than ten or twenty years. The restaurants they opened have become the taste buds of a generation. This street is not only for food, there are also a few stores in the farther distance, with light strips hanging at the door, which will light up pink lights at night. They are now abandoned, and the farther and more remote places are one-stop fashion clothing stores.
Most of them have closed down now, with only a few still holding on. They hang a large recording speaker all day long and have clearance sales.
Only one clothing store was still restocking, having just received a truckload of clothes. They looked as if they were determined to stay open for business. Neighbors were all wondering, "Has the owner lost his mind? Isn't he afraid all the clothes will rot on his hands?" Some even went so far as to say, "Beautiful women really don't have brains. Such unreasonable and malicious slander."
As a result, in the afternoon, a lot of people poured into the street and went to this store, taking away bags of clothes. The trend suddenly changed again. Several colleagues were asking what was being sold here. The boss must have received a large order from somewhere.
Later, someone with a quick mind guessed that although those who came to buy clothes were wearing casual clothes, most of them looked very young and it was not difficult to tell that they were students. There were several junior high schools and high schools nearby, so they probably cooperated with the schools to purchase the school uniforms.
Then they all dispersed. The school uniform business can only be done with connections, and you have to spend money to pay for favors. Even if it succeeds, how much money can you make?
Only the beautiful owner of this store knows how much you can earn.
The warehouse inside the store was piled with some out-of-season clothes and several boxes. A woman was half-sitting and half-leaning on one of the boxes, with a graceful posture.
Those who knew her knew that she was already middle-aged and had just entered her late spring. Those who didn't recognize her before, based on her appearance, probably thought she was just a pretty girl who had just graduated from a university and stepped out of the campus.
Compared to her fair and delicate face, the clothes she chose are quite mature. The one-shoulder top with gauze trim and the black skirt tied high at the waist may make people feel a little conservative, but if you look closely, you can find that it is just right, and her figure is still as gentle and graceful as it should be, with upright curves.
A white gauze scarf was wrapped around her waist, circled around her hips, and swayed in front of her slender legs wrapped in gray and white stockings. She was as plump as a nut and her figure was as graceful as a crane.
Although her surroundings were certainly not particularly beautiful, her manners were impeccable. If I had to find a flaw, it would probably be that she had a bit of a materialistic streak, a bit of a commercialist. She was a businesswoman, so counting the money she had just received was only natural.
You can definitely make money selling school uniforms, and a lot of it.
Fifty-eight pairs of pants, thirty shirts, and fifteen coats. After deducting the cost, each pair of pants made a net profit of twenty yuan, and each pair of coats made twenty-five yuan. Coats were ordered in small quantities, but the profit was high, so each coat made over thirty yuan. A rough calculation showed a profit of two thousand yuan, which might not seem like much, but this was just from a small number of students in three classes, a small-scale promotion.
These students have a very high degree of recognition for this school uniform. Even if it is a class that has already placed an order, as long as it is promoted, there will definitely be people who will buy it.
There are fifteen to eighteen classes in each grade at Guanghai No. 1 Middle School.
If you think counting just one school from grade one to grade three isn't enough, then consider the entire city. How many public schools in the city are affected by the uniform? Does that mean they all have the desire and need to buy the old uniforms?
This speculation is too optimistic, but not completely impossible.
Moreover, this business was thought up by two high school students.
She was the one who collected the money. She had asked her little girl how to divide the money before. The little girl said she didn't know. She got anxious and asked a few more questions. Then Shanshan said it would be divided into 30% and 70%, with the other party getting 3 and Shanshan getting 7.
She was stunned at the time. After a while, she asked the little girl whether the classmate she was working with was a boy or a girl. Then Shanshan hung up the phone immediately.
She was so angry that her teeth itched at that time. She had clearly hidden this rough gem so well, and yet someone still tried to take it. Thinking of this, she immediately picked up her phone and almost wanted to dial the number.
But she gave up immediately because it was the weekend and the little girl was out with her parents.
As soon as she put down her phone, someone walked into the store.
He is a man with a rather handsome face, and he gives people a sense of righteousness just by standing there.
He took two steps forward and asked, "Is it You Shenyu?"
She didn't answer, but frowned and said, "Police?"
The other party was obviously stunned for a moment, looked down at his clothes, and was a little puzzled. He was obviously wearing casual clothes, so how could he be seen at a glance?
You Shenyu said, "I've dealt with you so many times that I can spot someone like you at a glance. Tell me, what do you want from me? Is there anything I can help you with?"
The other party shook his head and said, "I'm on vacation today. I'm here on a personal basis and want to ask some questions."
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