His words struck a chord with Liu Hongju and He Qiuying, who couldn't help but feel frustrated: "Only forty-odd pieces? You have so little stock? What are we going to do tomorrow?"
Chen Jing glanced at the sparse clothes hanging on the shelf: "I'll try to get you twenty or thirty pieces later and send them to A-Xia. That's all we have."
After all, he still had 1,100 orders to deliver, and if he wanted to do small-scale wholesale, he had to deliver the two orders from the department store first.
The two reluctantly agreed, secretly complaining that there were only a few dozen items, enough to sell for two days.
The two were unaware that Ji Xia and Chen Jing had set up a small workshop, assuming they were still making only a few pieces a day as before.
If that's the case, they can sell dozens of items a day. It would be fine to let them set up a stall only once a week.
However, thinking about how they could each earn over a hundred yuan by setting up a stall twice a week, the two of them were happy again.
Although it takes up a little of my dinner time, I don't have to worry about being complained about when I set up a stall here.
Liu Hongju said excitedly, "Chen Jing, even a few dozen pieces would be fine. I'll go to Ji Xia's place to get them later. Can you give them to me twice a week from now on?"
Chen Jing thought for a moment and decided that in another week, he could submit both orders and then focus on wholesale.
He laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'll find a way to get more people to work so that I can deliver goods to you every day from now on."
"OK!"
Liu Hongju and He Qiuying were immediately satisfied. They packed up the remaining stock and tied it to the shelf on the back of their bicycles, then went home contentedly.
As soon as Liu Hongju left, a grinning young man approached and casually offered her a cigarette: "Hey bro, have one!"
Chen Jing raised an eyebrow, took the cigarette from his hand, held it between two fingers but didn't light it, and asked suspiciously, "Brother, looking for me?"
"Yeah, bro, I overheard those two girls talking earlier. Did you get the goods they were selling for them?"
Chen Jing's heart skipped a beat, but he nodded with a smile: "Yes, it's not easy to get this much stuff. My brother-in-law brought it back from outside."
"What does your brother-in-law do?" the young man asked tentatively.
"He drives a big truck."
"No wonder, brother, you have a good eye. You can tell those goods sell well just by looking at them..."
The young man showered Chen Jing with compliments before asking with a beaming smile, "Brother, could you get me some too?"
Chen Jing raised an eyebrow: "I only have twenty or thirty sets on hand. I already agreed to their request, so I can't go back on my word."
"However, if you're interested, wait for me at the grove in the west of the city tomorrow night at nine o'clock. If I get it, I'll bring it to you."
The address Chen Jing gave was the black market, and the young man immediately understood his background.
I was initially disappointed when I heard there wouldn't be any more, but hearing it would be tomorrow night made me excited again.
"Okay, no problem, bro, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow night."
Chen Jing nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, but I remember there are two or three styles that are for when the weather gets cooler. The clothes are a bit thicker, and the selling price is a bit high, about twenty-five to twenty-eight yuan a set. How many sets can you buy?"
The clothes that Liu Hongju and He Qiuying sold tonight were mostly thin autumn clothes, but there were also ten sets of thick clothes, priced between thirty and thirty-two, and they sold four or five sets.
The young man, whose own stall was doing poorly, paid more attention to Liu Hongju and her companion's stall next door and noticed them.
A set of top and pants or long skirt, which can be sold separately or as a set, is acceptable for those aged 25 to 28.
He lowered his head and thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and whispered, "Brother, can you get me thirty sets? I don't have much capital right now, so I'll ask for a smaller amount first."
"No problem, brother. What's your name?"
Chen Jing agreed, and the young man thanked him repeatedly, saying, "Just call me Xiao Song, brother. Thank you, I'll treat you to drinks another day."
After waving goodbye to Xiaosong, Chen Jing returned to his small workshop with satisfaction.
Half an hour later, Chen Jing carried thirty sets of light winter clothes in a large cloth bag to Ji Xia's yard.
Ji Xia and Zhang Lan had just finished dinner and were clearing the table when they heard a sound coming from outside the courtyard gate, which startled them.
She turned to Zhang Lan and asked, "Is there any rice left?"
Zhang Lan nodded: "Also, I'm saving this for my older sister to have as a late-night snack."
Zhang Hong breastfeeds her two children every day, which greatly increases her appetite. She eats four or five meals a day, so Zhang Lan always cooks extra dinner to prepare a late-night snack for Zhang Hong.
Ji Xia nodded: "If he hasn't eaten yet, give him some first, then you can cook a midnight snack for your sister-in-law."
Zhang Lan agreed, and Ji Xia went out to open the door. Seeing the luggage bag on his back, she couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Have you eaten? What did you bring over again?"
"These are for Liu Hongju and He Qiuying. They spent more than half an hour selling more than thirty items today. Liu Hongju is urging me to send her another batch."
Chen Jing was very excited and told Ji Xia about the grand scene outside the shoe factory dormitory today.
Hearing that after Liu Hongju and the other person left, someone came to Chen Jing's door begging for the goods, Ji Xia was surprised.
"Really? That's wonderful!"
Chen Jing grinned excitedly: "We'll deliver some goods to him tomorrow night to test the market. If it sells well, the two of us can sell fifty sets a day, which would amount to three hundred and fifty sets a week."
I'll find two or three more people to distribute to other communes, so we won't need to supply goods to the department store anymore.
The small workshop used to produce about four or five hundred sets a week. Now, with the addition of four people, including a quality inspector and three more sewing machine operators, production will gradually increase once the new employees become more familiar with the process.
Therefore, if a small stall can produce twenty or thirty sets a day, then three or four stalls can take over the production of the small workshop.
Upon hearing this, Ji Xia raised an eyebrow. As expected of someone who was the richest person in his previous life, he had an innate keen sense for sales and promotion, even more so than her, a reborn person.
She listened with a smile to Chen Jing's excited gaze and chuckled, "If it sells well, I'm thinking of getting a batch of cheaper fabric next time to lower the cost. That might sell even better in the commune."
Chen Jing's eyes darted around: "What you said makes sense. People in the county town are much better off economically than those in the countryside. Tonight, I saw a lot of people asking about prices, crowding the stall, but less than a third of them actually made a purchase."
"Selling one-third of the items is already very good," Ji Xia thought to herself. In her previous life, she started setting up a stall in 1983. Selling twenty sets of clothes a day was already very good, let alone just setting up a stall for an hour in the evening.
Not long after, Liu Hongju arrived on her bicycle. Chen Jing asked her to check the goods and pay in the yard.
All the items delivered tonight were new autumn/winter styles; there were no thin autumn dresses left, which made Liu Hongju feel somewhat resentful.
"Why are they all this thick? There aren't any thin ones left?"
"Hongju, it's already September, and it won't be long before it gets cold. It's unwise to come now."
Ji Xia gently advised her, and Liu Hongju, finding her reasoning sound, agreed. She counted the quantity, paid for the goods, and then tied them to the back seat of the truck and drove off.
Zhang Hong and Zhang Lan had a clear view from inside the house. When they saw the two enter, Zhang Hong asked suspiciously with a smile, "What are you doing?"
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