"What good place?"
Ji Xia was suspicious, but seeing Chen Jing's excited expression, she couldn't help but smile: "So excited, as if you've found gold."
Chen Jing chuckled: "It's almost like finding gold."
"Is there really such a good thing? Tell me."
“I’ve been traveling around the various communes these past few days and I’ve noticed that there are quite a few more stalls on the streets, and some of them are even selling clothes quite well.”
"I know that. There are quite a few people selling clothes at stalls outside now. We've seen those clothes before, and some of them might even be homemade. They're far inferior in style to the clothes we made last time."
When Liu Hongju heard the two mention the stall, she couldn't help but come over: "Xia, if you made the clothes and set them up at a stall outside, selling thirty or fifty pieces a day would be no problem at all."
Ji Xia and Chen Jing smiled but remained silent upon hearing this. Liu Hongju subtly observed their expressions and said, "Ah Xia, the supply and marketing cooperative can't sell, but if you make it, you can just not release it to the supply and marketing cooperative, right?"
Chen Jing spent several days traveling around several communes and county towns, discovering the business opportunities there, and planned to find someone to test the effectiveness.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh and say, "What? You go to work at the supply and marketing cooperative every day, how do you find time to go out and sell things?"
"It doesn't take much time; just set it up for an hour after get off work in the evening."
She observed their expressions and tentatively asked, "What? Do you have any finished clothes?"
Ji Xia smiled but did not answer. Chen Jing chuckled and said, "Yes, we do have some. We have autumn dresses, light winter coats and pants. Would you like to try them on?"
"Really? Great! I'll call He Qiuying."
Liu Hongju left excitedly, and Chen Jing whispered to Ji Xia, "After the second batch of goods was delivered a few days ago, there were still more than thirty leftover items. Why don't we let them try them out?"
"Let's give it a try, I have no objection. You've been out looking for sales channels these past few days, haven't you?"
Chen Jing nodded and quietly took her hand: "Yes, the department store is too passive. I don't want you to be taken advantage of by others for design work again."
“If setting up stalls can sell them, I’ll find a few more people and have them set up stalls in different communes. I don’t believe that hundreds of sets of clothes can’t be sold in a week.”
Ji Xia smiled and said, "In the 1970s and 80s, many people who were poor but ambitious earned their first pot of gold by setting up street stalls."
The factory regularly changes its styles, so it's perfectly fine for vendors to come to the factory to buy wholesale goods.
Ji Xia didn't want her hard work to go to waste.
Although many of these designs are plagiarized from other people's ideas from her previous life, she still put in a lot of effort to integrate creativity while conforming to the ideas of this era and not going too far.
In this era, design drawings are not of great value. However, in another ten or twenty years, designers and studios will be able to make a lot of money just by using design drawings.
She was taken advantage of twice in a row, and she still has two more orders to deliver. She wonders if Manager Hu will make things difficult for her.
After discussing it, Liu Hongju and He Qiuying kept pestering Chen Jing to ask him how much stock he had.
The two had been working at the supply and marketing cooperative for a while, selling several new styles a day, and were very interested in this lucrative channel.
Hearing that there were dozens of new styles, the two were filled with excitement.
In the evening, the two couldn't wait to get off work and go home. They each pooled together 500 yuan as capital and then hurriedly went to the alley outside the shoe factory dormitory building.
Chen Jing suggested the location for the street stalls, which was at the intersection of the shoe factory dormitory building. There were at least two or three thousand workers in that row of dormitory buildings, and it was very lively with people coming and going. In the evening, the roadside was full of stalls.
Chen Jing and Chen Qiuyu brought forty-seven pieces of clothing, costing a total of one thousand and two yuan. They made two wooden frames and bamboo poles to create a simple clothesline, and hung half of the clothes on the racks.
Liu Hongju and He Qiuying only needed to lay out the clothes one by one, note down the purchase price and the selling price, and then sell the goods.
Factory workers usually finish get off work at five or six o'clock, and the most active time in the factory dormitories is around six-thirty.
After finishing their meals, many workers or female workers would go out for a stroll with their children or families.
Before Liu Hongju and He Qiuying's clothes were even fully laid out, people had already gathered around.
A young girl touched the long-sleeved dress, her face beaming with delight: "What kind of dress is this? How much does it cost?"
"The latest style of fitted waist floral dress, a new design from Shanghai, the fitted waist really flatters your figure and makes your skin look fair—"
Liu Hongju praised the little girl lavishly, then took a beige carnation corsage from her jewelry and pinned it to her chest, saying, "Today is our first time setting up a stall. The first ten customers who buy a top or skirt will receive a free brooch. How about we buy one?"
The little girl was pleasantly surprised: "There's a free gift? Do you think I look good in this?"
She held up the skirt to herself and asked her friend who had come with her.
The two friends nodded repeatedly: "They're beautiful. Are there any others? I'd like to take a look too?"
Liu Hongju immediately and enthusiastically recommended two other styles to them. A few minutes later, the three girls each bought one.
With such a successful start right from the beginning, Liu Hongju and He Qiuying were thrilled and worked even harder to sell their wares.
Buying clothes comes with free hair accessories or brooches, and the styles are novel. The two girls are used to selling at the supply and marketing cooperative, and they are quite bold and articulate. In less than half an hour, they sold more than half of the clothes.
As dusk approached and the number of customers dwindled, the two excitedly packed up their stall and carefully counted and bundled the remaining stock.
After the final count, there were 48 items. The two of them sold 37 items, earning over 800 yuan, with a profit of over 110 yuan.
The two split the money, and each person could earn fifty or sixty yuan, which was equivalent to working at the supply and marketing cooperative for two months. They were stunned when they saw this.
Liu Hongju was so excited that she even considered selling her job and setting up a clothing stall instead.
She looked around and noticed Chen Jing standing not far away, staring at her. She quickly waved to Chen Jing.
Liu Hongju and He Qiuying set up a stall, and Chen Jing wanted to see how the market would react, so he stood opposite them and kept watching.
The roadside near the dormitory building was lined with stalls selling street food, utensils, eggs, poultry, and several clothing items.
However, the stalls set up by Liu Hongju and He Qiuying were the most popular and attracted the most onlookers.
Within an hour of setting up the stall, more than half of the forty-odd items delivered today had been sold.
He was secretly pleased, and when he saw Liu Hongju beckoning, he went over and asked, "How did it go? How much did you sell?"
"There are eleven left. These styles are very popular. Chen Jing, can you send us another fifty tomorrow night? I want dresses. Those dresses are the best and most popular."
Chen Jing unconsciously touched his nose: "That's all the remaining stock. We're out for now."
There were only 37 leftover items, so he picked out 10 new styles to add to make up the 1,000 items.
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