100,000..."
Jiang Mo wanted to say, "Sister Tang, are you crazy?"
Even picking one piece would cost 100,000 yuan, not to mention that a pair of jeans would cost at least 10 yuan, right?
That's a million! Wow!
If it's 20, that's 2 million.
Oh my god! His legs are a little weak.
"Cousin, you mustn't be joking like that."
They can't even come up with 10,000 yuan, let alone 100,000 or 1 million.
Why does he feel a little dizzy when he hears this number of words?
Jiang Wenwan wasn't joking with him. Kelp farming is one option, but it takes time.
Although the initial investment seems small and the returns are decent, it's still not as much as the profit from buying and selling repeatedly.
Besides, even if she pre-ordered 100,000 pairs of pants, it's impossible for her to actually produce the pre-order amount for 100,000 pairs of pants all at once.
No one does business like that.
Wang Guotao also looked at Jiang Wenwan in surprise, and after a long while asked uncertainly:
"Are you serious about 100,000 entries?"
Jiang Wenwan wasn't joking; she nodded very seriously.
"Of course I'm serious. If it weren't for the hassle, I would love to open my own garment factory."
Even if you only make jeans, you could make a fortune!
Wang Guotao was speechless.
"It's not as profitable as you say. Last year, we had a batch of orders canceled by foreigners, and we almost lost everything."
Fortunately, I managed to sell them all over the country and finally fill the gap.
I've been arrested several times because of this and that order.
Each time, I had to provide various proofs and patiently explain before they finally let me go.
The denim fabric we received this time will be used to make jeans, which will be a bold attempt.
I see a lot of people wearing these jeans in foreign magazines.
I thought to myself, "We can do that too!" So I told my brother-in-law that we should get this kind of material from foreign companies.
To be honest, we didn't get much material; we only made a little over 10,000 pieces in total, mainly to test the market.
"I didn't expect you to have such good taste, cousin, in these jeans."
Before Jiang Wenwan could speak, she heard a clear voice from the doorway.
"Brother! I'll help you sell your pants."
Jiang Wenwan turned her head and saw that it was another familiar face.
To be precise, it's half-baked and a bit complicated.
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