Selling pants is a dead end. Come with me and let's get into electronics.
Guaranteed to make you rich.
When Du Ziteng heard him say that, he hesitated for a moment before shaking his head.
He thought about Jiang Wenwan's identity. Since he thought selling pants could make money, why not give it a try?
"No, I'll stick to selling pants."
I'm telling you, why are you so stubborn?
Selling pants really doesn't have the same potential as selling electronics as I've mentioned.
"Old Du, have you thought this through?"
There were four people at their table, and the other two were also somewhat tempted after hearing what he said.
After a slight hesitation, Du Ziteng immediately realized something was wrong.
"Zhang San, I've known you for several years. Although we often bicker and joke around, I still consider you a brother."
Let me remind you.
If the electronic products you mentioned were really cheap, good, and directly sourced, how could we possibly have gotten them?
The supply and marketing cooperatives have long held a monopoly. What's left is... well, you know what I mean. If something goes wrong, it'll be a serious matter.
His insightful comment caused the other two, who had been wavering, to hesitate again.
The man named Zhang San scoffed at his words.
"Want to get rich without taking risks? There's no such thing as a free lunch."
But they said we don't need to receive the goods. Think about it, we don't need to receive the goods!
"If it's just about selling goods, then it's much safer!"
Du Ziteng shook his head, looking at Jiang Wenwan and then at Zhang San.
"I won't do it!"
I've decided to sell my pants after all!
Hearing him say that, Zhang San frowned and looked in the direction where Jiang Wenwan and the others were.
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