Wan Zhenzhen was completely frozen, and didn't react until Chen Xinran took the things and went back to her room.
When she realized what had happened, her face turned red, but she didn't know her neighbor's background and didn't dare to go to his house to argue. She could only slam the door in frustration.
When she was choosing the vegetables, she was filled with resentment. In her previous life, she was the one who was looked down upon by others. Now she was reborn and should have had the upper hand. Why was everything still going wrong for her? Even her poor neighbor gave her a cold shoulder.
Wan Zhenzhen swore in her heart that when she made money and became wealthy, she would show off to the people in the compound!
The weather was too hot, so Qian Qing rested for a while before going to the cafeteria to eat. After coming back, she took a nap and did not go out to purchase goods until four o'clock in the afternoon.
After noon, she had a rough idea of what was going on, so she was a little more unrestrained when purchasing goods in the afternoon.
I bought one hundred salt water popsicles, sixty red beans and mung beans, and forty oranges and grapes.
The clerk was shocked by her generosity: "One hundred in the morning, two hundred in the afternoon, you have a good business."
Qian Qing wiped the sweat off his head and replied briskly: "No problem, no problem. The products produced by our factory are also good and will sell well."
People of this generation have an indescribable sense of honor for the collective, and they smiled happily when they heard this.
"Then why don't you drink milk?"
To be fair, although the milk ones are expensive, they do taste good. Especially the milk ice cream without water, it is so soft and fluffy that it is comparable to the cream cakes in the western restaurants in the provincial capital.
Qian Qing had never been to the provincial capital, but Zhou Hao had been there. He happily bought two pieces of cream cake for her, taking a six or seven hour train ride to bring them back. The cakes tasted sweet and soft in his mouth.
"Come in, why not? I'll come in in two days."
Other popsicles could earn one or two cents each, but milk ice cream could earn several cents each, so Qian Qing was reluctant to let go of the money.
But you can't expect to sell ice cream at this price to students. How much pocket money do a group of children have? How many of them can afford an ice cream that costs one dollar?
Two hundred popsicles were a lot, and Qian Qing's box couldn't hold them all, so she bought a second-hand one from the clerk. This was also the clerk's own extra income. In addition to working in the office to buy popsicles for people, she could also sell a few incubators.
Qian Qing paid ten yuan to buy a box. Although it was expensive, she didn't feel bad about it. This little money was a necessary investment and she could earn it back in half a day.
But there was only one car, so she had to make two trips to get the two boxes back.
Although it is not as hot as noon at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is hanging high in the sky and the cicadas are chirping, which still makes people feel hot and dry.
Qian Qing's long sleeves were soaked with sweat, and her hair was sticking to her face, but she still covered her face tightly with a wide-brimmed hat.
Even if it's hot as hell, she doesn't want to get a tan!
After delivering two rounds of popsicles, I sat down and had barely caught my breath when the school bell rang.
After that incident at noon, most students knew that there was a popsicle vendor at the school gate. They used to rush home after school, but now they all rushed to the popsicle vendor, fearing that they would miss out if they were late.
This time the sales time was extended a little longer than at noon, but it was still not enough to sell. After two large boxes of popsicles were sold, there were still children looking on with eager eyes.
Qian Qing had no choice but to promise: "Tomorrow, tomorrow I will definitely get more!"
It looks like she'll have to find a tricycle tomorrow, as two wheels won't be enough to sell even after running a few times.
After placing the two popsicle boxes in the cabin, Qian Qing rode her bike to the repair shop.
The car repair shop can be regarded as one of the few individual businesses in the compound, but Qian Qing did not go there to repair his car, but to get a second-hand tricycle.
At that time, there were not many factories selling tricycles, after all, the demand was not that great. In addition, places like repair shops were very convenient, with a large variety of bicycle parts and accessories, and the old masters could assemble a tricycle by themselves.
Qian Qing asked someone and went straight to the compound of a factory.
The old teacher who was busy changing the belt of a bicycle gave the job to his son when he heard that she wanted to buy a tricycle, wiped his hands and took her to the back door to have a look.
"How about this one? I just got it a few days ago. It's very spacious. Look at the tires. I specially got large ones. They're very stable."
Qian Qing walked around and looked at the shiny wheels, feeling very satisfied.
"how much?"
The old teacher rubbed his hands and said, "Not expensive, one hundred and twenty."
It’s really not expensive. After all, you’ll spend more than a hundred dollars on a bicycle, and this one has three wheels!
"Master, please make it cheaper. I just run a small business. If you ask for it, I will have worked for a month for nothing. How about a hundred? Let's make it a round number."
The old master slapped the seat and shouted loudly: "Girl, let me tell you, you can't find any other bike of this quality! Look at the frame! Look at the chain! Look at the seat..."
Unexpectedly, the master knocked the seat crooked...
Qian Qing: …
Old teacher: ...
"How about a hundred?"
"Okay, okay, you take it."
In the end, Qian Qing got the money for 100 yuan and also got a guarantee, which said that except for replacing parts, the master would charge a fee for all other minor problems.
Half of Qian Qing's piggy bank's funds were gone in an instant, leaving only a little over a hundred yuan.
Qian Qing thought about renting a tricycle, but then she decided it was unnecessary. After all, she had rented the house for a year and would have to move around a lot, so it would be better to buy one herself to save trouble. Even if she really didn't want it anymore, she could sell it to the repair shop and get her money back, so she wouldn't lose money.
With the tricycle, Qian Qing was assisted by God the next day. She could buy three to five hundred pieces at a time. She was not afraid of not being able to sell them all at once, as she could still sell them on the way back to the compound on the tricycle.
Someone else asked her, "Are you going to sell it at noon? Or will you sell it across from Zidi Primary School?"
Some people even chased her to the door and asked if she had any more popsicles.
Although there were one or two people who thought it was shameful for her to be a self-employed person, most people were happy to see her doing this. After all, there were also people who worked hard in the oil fields who sold popsicles during their breaks, and compared to them, her stall was just a little bigger, so it wasn't a big deal.
Furthermore, she sold her products at a low price and had a fixed location, which was convenient for the people in the compound.
With the tricycle, Qian Qing felt a lot more relaxed. He started to think about other plans. The number of popsicles that a young boy could consume in a day was only about 600 to 700. Even if the consumption in the compound was included, it would be at most 1,000.
Among them, the cheapest salt water popsicles account for the largest share, and red bean and mung bean popsicles don’t make much profit either.
Although she could sell popsicles at the cinema and the state-owned hotel by riding a tricycle, she usually went to the cinema at night when the popsicle factory had already closed, and she had to go to the state-owned hotel during meal times, and she was busy at school during meal times, so she really couldn't spare the time.
After much thought, I think it is best to do business in an oil field compound.
Qian Qing took a pen and knocked on the door next door. Chen Xinran had Wan Zhenzhen as a comparison, and she also had a good impression of Qian Qing, so she quickly invited her in.
"Comrade Chen, I'm here to ask you something. You know I set up a popsicle stand near Zidi Primary School. What do you think if I put up an ad near Factory 1? Say there's a discount for buying more and write down the price. Will that attract some people?"
Chen Xinran listened carefully: "How is the discount?"
"For example, if you have an office and some people want to eat some and some don't, those who want to eat just need to gather ten sticks and I'll give you a discount if you come to buy them. If you order one day in advance, I can even deliver them to you. Do you think this is okay?"
Chen Xinran thought for a while and said, "I don't think there's any problem, but sometimes not everyone can be placed in the office area. If you're delivering goods, it might be difficult to get in."
"I won't go in, so I'll leave a gate for you. I'll put an incubator at the gate, and you can just go get it."
Chen smiled happily: "That's great. Sometimes I get annoyed when I sit in the office for too long. If I want to eat popsicles, I have to wait for the popsicle truck to pass by."
Qian Qing took the pen and wrote on the paper: "Do you think this will work?"
Chen Xinran took a look and found the price to be very suitable, even more suitable than a popsicle cart. The more people buy, the bigger the discount. It should be able to attract a lot of people.
"I will definitely help you promote it and support you when the time comes."
Qian Qing felt relieved after getting the definite answer. He went to post the paper on the bulletin board of a factory early the next morning.
Qian Qing's business was going smoothly, but Wan Zhenzhen was extremely frightened.
She waited to repair her relationship with Qian Qing, but Qian Qing seemed to have put aside all her worries and went straight to making money. How could this be? She was clearly reborn, but why was Qian Qing no different from her previous life?
If this continues, it won't be long before Qian Qing will be just like in her previous life, saving money to buy a house and going to Beijing to enjoy life!
Wan Zhenzhen watched Qian Qing happily riding her tricycle in and out every day. Some women in the compound pointed at her, but she didn't care at all.
A tricycle full of popsicles! Wan Zhenzhen secretly went to the small gate of the children's school after school to see that all the popsicles were bought up by the children in a blink of an eye.
After Wang Hua's honeymoon, she went back to work, leaving her mother-in-law and herself alone at home.
Wang Youqing's family didn't spread the rumor she spread last time, after all, it wasn't a good thing to say, and it would easily lead to people scolding her. But Wan Zhenzhen's days at home were getting harder and harder.
Wang Hua had a sullen face, and her mother-in-law started finding faults as soon as she got up. It was only a 50-square-meter house, but she had to be busy from morning to night, and as soon as she stopped, she had to listen to her mother-in-law's cold words.
"We have a queen mother who does nothing but sits there with her hands up and waits for dinner. My son has to take care of the whole family and has to go out early and come back late..."
Wan Zhenzhen held her breath, wishing she could be like Qian Qing, with her husband going on a business trip while she sold popsicles.
Thinking of this, Wan Zhenzhen's eyes lit up.
Yes! Why can't she sell popsicles?
It's not like she owns the Zidisi Primary School alone, so who can't sell popsicles there?