It's not that Qian Qing's words were harsh, but Wan Zhenzhen was really outrageous.
It has been less than a month since I last revealed Wan Zhenzhen's pregnancy at her parents' house. But Wan Zhenzhen has already gained weight, and her chin has become much rounder.
At this rate, it would be really scary if Wan Zhenzhen reached the late stages of pregnancy.
Wan Zhenzhen also squeezed into the crowd and saw that it was Qian Qing who was selling pillowcases. She immediately wanted to leave. But she changed her mind and turned around with a smile on her face.
"Qian Qing, I haven't seen you these few days. Have you been out of town?"
Qian Qing collected the money while answering: "Yes, I see you have gained a lot of weight. How long have you been pregnant?"
Wan Zhenzhen: …
Hit the target in one shot!
Wan Zhenzhen originally wanted to provoke Qian Qing, after all, Qian Qing only had one daughter in her previous life, and she had children late. Now she was blocked by Qian Qing's words, and immediately remembered the fear of being dominated by this couple a month ago, and fled with all her might.
Qian Qing blew the strands of hair on her forehead. She got used to it and actually felt it was okay. With Wan Zhenzhen's fighting ability, it was really not worth her worrying about it.
Zhou Hao, who was watching not far away, had noticed Wan Zhenzhen since she came over. At this moment, he made a gesture to Qian Qing, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Beautiful rebuttal!
Qian Qing took the money and handed over the goods with a smile on her face, feeling a little proud of being praised.
The goods on a stall were sold out in a flash, and some people kept asking if there would be any tomorrow. Qian Qing set a time to open for business tomorrow, and then these people dispersed, apparently planning to bring some relatives and friends over to buy tomorrow.
Zhou Hao folded the folding bed and placed it on the stall, waiting to take it away when he returned.
Their stall clears out the fastest on the entire street, so the whole family has time to walk around the entire street.
Although it was just the beginning, the goods on display were quite presentable. There were people selling clothes, shoes, socks, hats, hairpins, and snacks. There was also a person making cotton candy, and another person selling salted goods from a pot. There were quite a few people around.
Qian's mother also brought Qianqian out, and Zhou Hao carried Qianqian on his shoulders. Qian's mother bought a cotton candy for her granddaughter and asked for some salty snacks.
After several people tasted it, they came to the same conclusion: "It's not as delicious as what my mom (I) makes."
Mother Qian looked at the people gathered around the stall thoughtfully. How could this kind of salty food be sold for more than two yuan per pound if it was sold as pork, and one yuan per pound if it was vegetarian?
Ever since Qian's mother came to the oil field to help her little daughter sell popsicles, her worldview has been constantly refreshed.
Not only can you make money just by reselling it, but now even something as bland and briny as this can be sold at such a high price. How is this any different from stealing money?
Qian Qing explained to her mother in a good-tempered manner: "Mom, we can't just buy and sell things based on whether they are worth it or not. If you still have the old way of thinking, many things are not worth it. For example, the sleeves sold at that stall cost one yuan for a pair of sleeves. You must think it's a loss, right? After all, if you buy some cloth and run a sewing machine, you can make five pairs of sleeves with three yuan, which only costs 60 cents per pair. But think about the effort spent in the process, and some people don't have sewing machines and have to borrow them. Some people, like me, can't sew and can't use sewing machines. How much time do people have to spend just to save 40 cents?"
"Even if you can afford to spend this time, there is still a time limit. What if you need it urgently? It's already autumn now. In autumn and winter, you need this to prevent the cuffs of your clothes from getting dirty. Can you wait until you learn how to make it?"
"In terms of saltiness, the people who came out tonight are either single or with a family. They just want to buy something to eat, not necessarily something, but they want it now. There are only two food stalls on the street, so what does it matter if the price goes up a little? The price of something is not based on its cost, but on the person who needs it and the person who provides it."
Mother Qian was confused, but she understood a little bit and became interested: "Then I'll sell it too!"
Qian Qing looked at her mother in surprise. She knew that Qian's mother had changed a lot recently, but this was the first time that Qian's mother clearly stated what she wanted to do.
Is it Qian Qing's brainwashing day after day, or has Qian's mother really woken up?
Qian Qing tentatively asked Qian's mother: "Then what do you want to sell?"
Mother Qian said without hesitation: "Salty!"
Qian Qing sighed, thinking that she was just thinking too much.
But everyone in my family is getting in a good place, so we just need to take it slow.
"Mom, you have to consider that you have to run the canteen during the day, so you don't have that much time to prepare things. And even if you set up a stall, don't sell salty food. There are only two snack vendors on this street. You can make money by selling anything. The market is huge. Why bother with salty food?"
Qian's mother thought about it and agreed. It was convenient to set up a small stall at night, but it was very troublesome to prepare the ingredients during the day. If she really had to run around in the middle of the day to prepare, not to mention whether her body could handle it, the lady-in-law would not be able to create another stall for her. The stalls here were limited and each stall could only accommodate one person.
But Qian's mother had decided to make money from the food business, and was reluctant to let the money slip through her fingers.
Qian Qing thought for a moment and gave her a suggestion: "Why don't you try selling some food in the canteen after it opens? The weather is getting cold, so you can try selling some roasted sweet potatoes or tea-leaf eggs or something like that."
Mother Qian thinks this is a good idea!
It just so happens that Qian Yupo's family grows sweet potatoes. In recent years, the sweet potatoes produced are plentiful but hard to sell. When the time comes, we can pull a cart of them over and put an iron stove outside. With so many children around, there will be no problem selling the potatoes.
In the next two or three days, the popularity of the pillowcases and handkerchiefs Qian Qing brought had not yet dissipated, and more and more people came every day. In less than a week, two thousand pillowcases and one thousand handkerchiefs were sold out. In such a large market, even if a few thousand pillowcases were distributed, it would not be enough.
Her sister Qian Yu actually cleared out her goods two days earlier than her. She had already taken care of all the household chores and came to see Qian Qing happily with money in her pocket.
The two of them took off their shoes and counted the money face to face on Qian's mother's bed, keeping track of the accounts as they counted.
In the end, Qian Qing made a net profit of 1,700 yuan, and Qian Yu returned Qian Qing's original capital of 850 yuan, leaving him with 800 yuan.
Qian Yu was shaking as she held the money. Two days ago, she was still feeling bad for the twenty yuan she gave to Old Lady Huang, and for the dozens of pillowcases and handkerchiefs that were sold at cost price. Now, she had the eight hundred yuan she got in her hand. Eight hundred yuan!
She had never had so much money of her own!
Qian Qing frowned. She now had nearly 4,500 yuan in her hand, 500 of which were borrowed from Lao Ding and 1,000 from Chen Xinran. In the end, only 3,000 yuan belonged to her.
Although in the eyes of others, with an initial capital of 2,000 yuan, I made a net profit of 1,000 yuan in less than a month, and also had hundreds of canteen goods, which was rare for anyone.
But for Qian Qing, this amount of money is still too little.
She wanted to buy a store. In addition to Qian's mother's grocery store, she also needed a store as her starting point.
There are too many restrictions on street stall business. The reason why the factory simply drew a boundary and did not extend the lease period is that no one knows how the future will develop.
Besides, it won’t be long before the weather turns cold, which will affect the business of night market stalls. And if it rains or blows, the weather will be bad…
I still have to buy a house, Qian Qing thought.
Thinking about the last time when she specifically asked those two men and two women about the address of their factory, Qian Qing couldn't help but feel excited.
"Sister, let's go to the south?"