Ten is fine, Qian Qing pinched the twenty yuan she brought with her.

"Twenty salt water popsicles, twenty red beans and twenty green beans, ten oranges and ten grapes, and ten milk popsicles at both price points."

Isn't it just a little more expensive? At worst, if she can't sell it at noon, she can just ride her car out of the oil field to sell it.

The clerk's attitude was better this time. While filling her cup, he chattered to her: "This 50-cent ice cream is a new variety developed in our factory. There is no water mixed in it. It is made of pure milk. The preservation is very demanding. It is made with freshly squeezed milk every day..."

Qian Qing listened to him with a smile. She was good-looking to begin with, and she hadn't paid much attention to what the clerk said just now. Now even his tone had softened.

"If you buy in bulk, we can get discounts. The factory manager said that we'll give you a 10% discount for orders of more than 100 pieces."

Qian Qing paid 15 yuan, and the other party gave her 80 cents in change. The back seat was so heavy that it was almost full.

The clerk also admired her impetus: "You have entered too much."

Generally, people come to buy 50 or 60 popsicles, and few people buy 100 at once.

If this can't be sold, it will be a huge loss of money!

After thinking about it, he took a few ice cubes and put them between the iron box and the quilt for Qian Qing. There was no need to worry if they melted or got wet. In this kind of weather, they could be dried simply by hanging them in the air.

Qian Qing thanked the other party and rode away shakily.

When I arrived at the primary school, the bell rang.

"Dingling——"

After a while, a group of running children came out.

Qian Qing didn't even ask anyone to buy anything. She just put a cardboard box with the word "Popsicle" written on it vertically on the side. From a distance, she could see her boss's iron box placed on two benches.

“There are popsicles!”

"Wow wow wow, I want to eat a popsicle!"

"Shunzi, can you lend me two dimes to buy popsicles? I'll pay you back this afternoon!"

"Sister, how much are the popsicles?"

Qian Qing smiled and said, "Salt water is 1 cent a stick, red beans and green beans are 15 cents, oranges and grapes are 30 cents, and there are two kinds of milk, one is 50 cents, and the other is one dollar."

She had thought about the price. With this small house, she didn't have to go out in the sun or rain like other popsicle sellers, and she set up her stall at the school gate, so she was doing business with children.

If she sold it at a high price, her parents would be angry and say she was heartless. She would definitely make money, but her reputation would be ruined.

It's fine for now. It's good to make half of the profit. Small profits but quick turnover is a long-term business.

Besides, she sells it cheaply, so people in the factory can go around to buy it, which makes business easier.

"Salt water is only a dime! I can buy two!"

"Sister, I want a green bean one!"

"I want two oranges!"

…

As soon as the price was called out, the situation quickly got out of control.

No matter how ignorant the children were, they knew that it was cheaper than what they had bought before. Originally, they had two cents in their hand, which could only buy one can of salt water or mung beans and red beans, but now they could buy two cans of salt water!

It’s time to grab it!

By the time the seniors came out a little later, Qian Qing's stall was already out of stock.

"Salt water? There's no more salt water."

"There are also two green beans."

"Okay, okay, I'll eat more this afternoon."

Those who didn’t get one could only watch others eat it. Some who had two cents in their pockets bought two, holding one in each hand, licking the left and right sides. They were simply the coolest guys on the whole street!

Qian Qing is very patient with children and is not at all nervous when taking money or giving things to them.

It seems that salt water and red and green beans are still the fastest sellers, as the students in the first grade of Zidi Primary School don't need the extra pocket money. Some people also eat more expensive oranges and grapes, but they are usually chosen by children who are a little better off.

The remaining twenty bottles of milk were selling slowly, the fifty-cent ones were still okay, as a few little boys who looked tall bought one each, and the rest were also sold bit by bit.

In the end, only the ten most expensive ones were left, and no one was interested in buying them even though the asking price was $1!

The crowd gradually dispersed. A chubby boy really wanted to eat ice cream, so he took out a piece of pocket money from his pocket and bought one.

Qian Qing was calculating in her mind: she was an average student, but she was good at math.

All in all I made from these popsicles was more than ten dollars, so even if I couldn't buy these nine, it wouldn't be a loss.

Seeing that most of the children had left, Qian Qing prepared to pack up and go home. She would later ride her bike to the state-owned hotel in the oil field to see if she could sell anything.

Before we had finished collecting the papers, we saw several teachers dressed up and coming out. When they saw the big word "Popsicle", two of the female teachers licked their lips. The eyes of the most beautifully dressed young girl suddenly lit up!

"When did the popsicle vendors start selling popsicles at the school gate?"

"I don't know. It doesn't look like he came here pushing a popsicle cart."

"Never mind, I'm dying of heat, let me buy one first."

The group came to Qian Qing's stall. Qian Qing said without waiting for the price: "Sorry, we only have some milk ice cream left. One yuan a stick."

A female teacher was immediately dissatisfied: "You are a profiteer! I have never seen milk ice cream for one dollar. The most expensive one is no more than 80 cents. You sell it at such a high price at the school gate. Are you specifically targeting children to cheat?"

"The one you're talking about is cheap. The one I'm selling is a new variety from the popsicle factory. It's made with pure milk, without any water added. The cost is twice that of the ice cream you're talking about. Why can't I sell it for one dollar?"

The female teacher couldn't get off the stage and started to find fault with her: "Who told you to sell at the school gate? The school has already said not to let the popsicle truck come over after school to avoid bumping into students. You are not allowed to come over next time!"

Qian Qing didn't know about this, no wonder she didn't see the popsicle cart at the school gate. But it doesn't matter, the school has banned mobile popsicle carts, so isn't this her unique business?

"Sorry, I don't use a popsicle cart." Qian Qing patted the door behind her. "I rent this room. Is it okay to sell some popsicles here?"

The female teacher was furious: "You!"

The colleague next to her was busy pushing her away. What are you still talking about? It's so hot, who cares about the money? Just buy some food and go to the cafeteria to eat. The school doesn't care, so why should they care if they are paid?

"Comrade, give me one."

“I want one too!”

"I'll bring one for Xiaohui, too."

Qian Qing was still very nice to the real customers. This time, four of the remaining nine popsicles were gone.

The female teacher bit her lips and held her breath. She refused to eat even if I asked her to! Who cares?

Qian Qing packed up her things and locked the shop. The fewer popsicles there were left, the faster they would melt, so it seemed she had to sell them all quickly.

I was riding my bicycle towards my family's yard when I was stopped halfway.

"Popsicle seller! Give me two~"