Chapter 50 50 [Second update]
Wang Yong's mind was filled with the devilish "29, 39, all 29, 39, all on sale".
It was normal for factories to close down these days, with countless laid-off workers. Factories closed down or were acquired in every place. If such a recording was released, someone would definitely believe it.
Wang Yong had never seen anyone make a gg for his own shop like this.
He looked at Jiang Gui who was recording gg seriously in a daze. She was his best-selling author. Why would she come up with such a vulgar gg word?
Wang Yong couldn't figure it out, but was shocked.
He listened to the rhythmic voice in the recorder that seemed to be able to brainwash him, and asked her in disbelief: "Then... Is it not good for you to say that about the director of Jiangnan Garment Factory?"
Jiang Xi tilted his head and thought for a moment in confusion: "Is there such a garment factory?"
Wang Yong was also surprised: "No?"
Jiang Xi really didn't know whether there was one, but he only knew that there was a Jiangnan Leather Factory.
"You...you recorded this to put it in the store?" He pointed at the recorder and then at the speaker.
Jiang Xi nodded: "Only play it on weekends, not on weekdays."
Because the distance between the two schools is about 100 meters, the sound from the speaker will not disturb the two high school students, and this speaker is not a stereo, so the sound amplification effect is very limited, but she still decided to play it only on weekends.
On Sunday, the high school sophomores and seniors had a day off. Jiang Wu and Wang Yong were in the shop, hanging clothes on the clothesline while turning on the loudspeaker and pointing the recorder at the loudspeaker. Soon, because the students could leave the school on Sunday, the street was still quite busy. From a distance, they could hear a rhythmic "Jiangnan Garment Factory, Jiangnan Garment Factory, closed down! Closed down!" Those who heard the sound couldn't help but look over there curiously, wondering what was being played there.
The closer they got, the clearer the sound became. Soon, they heard some key words: Jiangnan Garment Factory closed down, and the clothes were being cleared out. Clothes that originally cost more than 100, 200, or 300 yuan were now all 29 or 39 yuan, and they were all cotton-padded jackets, cotton-padded quilts, and down jackets.
In the clothing stores these days, there were few people doing business, and it was a transition period between the old and the new. In addition, the influence of Hong Kong and Taiwan TV dramas broadcast in the mainland, people in the 1990s began to pursue fashion. Because the prices were not transparent, the sellers of clothes would quote prices of more than 100 yuan. Many ordinary people did not dare to bargain, or did not know how to bargain. A cotton coat or cotton shirt would cost 70 or 80 yuan, or even more than 100 yuan.
The sellers of clothes would quote random prices.
At that time, people's monthly salary was only more than 100 yuan, and the most was only 200 or 300 yuan. Those
who knew how to bargain were fine, knowing to cut the price in half and then bargain further, but many young and honest people who did not know how to bargain could only be ripped off.
Now, if you hear that a cotton coat or cotton shirt is 29 or 39 yuan, you will rush in to take a look.
It was obvious that this was a newly opened shop. There were still many unpacked clothes in the packages on the floor.
Jiang Xi had already taken off her thin cotton jacket that was too small for her and changed into the clothes in the store.
When she was choosing clothes for herself, she instinctively wanted to choose solid-colored clothes with black, white, gray and brown as the main colors. She wanted to dress herself in a stable way. Suddenly, she remembered that she was no longer an internal cadre of the system. She was just a high school student in her teens. There was no need to dress herself too old-fashioned.
Of course, she couldn't dress too flashy. The school didn't allow students to dress too flashy.
Seeing a small-sized bright yellow sweater, Jiang Xi opened the curtain and changed into it. She wore a pair of ordinary light blue jeans on her lower body. The jeans were a bit big. Wang Yong said she could match them with a belt.
Wearing belts is very popular these days, especially tucking the top into the pants, lifting the waist of the pants high, and tying a wide belt in the middle.
Wearing it this way really flatters the figure.
Belts are sold in the grocery store next to the school. These superstars often hang out near here and are familiar with what is available on this street. They spread their legs and trotted to the grocery store to buy a belt and brought it back to tie for Jiang Xi.
During this period, she grew a lot taller, but she was still very thin. Before the military training, she cut her hair into a buzz cut, and now it has grown a little. On her fair face, her facial features are delicate and three-dimensional, and her eyebrows are cold. She is obviously just a skinny little girl who has not grown up, but she has an indescribable cool temperament.
The most ordinary belt was tied on Jiang Wu. I don’t know if it was because the contrast between the bright yellow sweater and jeans was too eye-catching, or because Jiang Wu was born good-looking. Such ordinary clothes gave Jiang Wu a completely different feeling.
Just like... just like a star in a magazine.
The goods that were left over from the clothing factory were usually mostly in the largest and smallest sizes. Uncle Wang Yong had selected Jiang Wu’s batch of goods. He didn’t give her all the largest or smallest sizes, but he prepared all sizes for her, but there were still more largest and smallest sizes.
Jiang Wu was wearing the smallest size at the moment, and she picked out a pair of small leather shoes with flat heels for herself.
The little girl who was originally wearing tattered clothes that didn’t fit her at all and were patched up, seemed to have been reborn after changing into a new set of clothes.
Wang Yong couldn't help scratching his head. The first thing that came to his mind was the famous beauty writer in Taiwan. If he took a picture of Xi Meng at this moment and used it as the cover of her work, the sales of Xi Meng's book would increase significantly, right?
He shook his head and threw the idea out of his mind. Xi Meng was still a high school student studying in school. This kind of promotion method was not suitable for her.
"How is it?" Jiang Xi turned around and let Wang Yong see her outfit: "Is it okay?"
After changing clothes, Jiang Xi realized that he forgot to prepare a mirror in the store, and he had to go buy a mirror later.
The people who were attracted by the sound of "The factory manager and the sister-in-law have run away" at the door saw Jiang Xi who had just changed clothes and immediately pointed at the clothes on Jiang Xi and asked: "Boss, how much is your sister's clothes?"
There were many large pieces of paper on the wall with prices written in thick black pen. Wang Yong read them out: "The coat is 39, the sweater and jeans are 29."
This price is much cheaper than those stores in the center of the street that often charge more than 100, 80 or 90 yuan.
But they still habitually asked: "Boss, can it be cheaper?"
Jiang Xi, wearing brand new clothes, went to hang the clothes and pointed at the large price paper on the wall and said: "The price is clearly marked, no bargaining."
"Boss, if you give me a discount of 10 yuan, I will take this dress." The sister-in-law who came in said.
"If I give you a 10 yuan discount, I won't make money from you, but lose money." Jiang Xi was telling the truth. After deducting the rent, postage, and the cost of the clothes, she only added about 8 to 12 yuan to the cost price of each piece of clothing. She was aiming for small profits but quick turnover, so that Grandpa Jiang only needed to collect money, hang clothes, and get clothing sizes for others. He didn't have to worry about the rest.
The elder sister who came in spent more than 20 minutes haggling with Jiang Xi, asking him to help her try on clothes, and then complaining and picking and choosing. After knowing that Jiang Xi really didn't bargain here, she finally chose a small size of clothes and gritted her teeth and bought it.
She thought that her daughter would look as good as the boss's sister in this cotton coat.
Previously, she saw a cotton coat similar to this one in the center of the street, but it was not as good-looking as this one. The asking price was 100 yuan, but she refused to sell it even if it was 50 yuan.
Of course, the shop owner would not sell it. The rent of the shop in the center of the street was much higher than here. They had to go to Shenzhen in person every time to purchase goods, and they did not get first-hand goods. The cost price was higher than Jiang Xiao’s. Add the tolls, accommodation fees, and various expenses on the road, and the cost was much higher than Jiang Xiao’s.
Jiang Xiao was just lucky. It happened that the founding place of the "Martial Arts" magazine was in Guangzhou. In order to let her submit the manuscript on time, an editor was specially arranged for her to come. This editor also happened to be from Guangzhou and had relatives who opened a factory. He directly provided her with first-hand goods, and she did not have to go there in person, which saved trouble and money.
The only problem is that since the styles are all chosen by others, and some are even their previous years’ inventory, there is no guarantee on the style and quality.
Fortunately, because of Wang Yong’s relationship, the quality of her batch of goods is pretty good.
With the first buyer, it will be easier to open the store later.
Jiang Xi doesn’t look like the store owner at first glance. They all thought Wang Yong was the store owner, and came to ask him: "Young man, your Jiangnan Garment Factory, is it really closed down?"
Wang Yong looked at Jiang Xi, then at the eldest sister who was asking him, nodded vigorously, and said in his Cantonese accent: "Yes, our garment factory is closed down, and we can’t pay the wages. We can only use clothes to offset it. These originally sold for one or two hundred yuan. The three hundred yuan worth of clothes, you see, are all made of good materials, you can't buy them outside normally. If our factory hadn't closed down, the factory director and my sister-in-law hadn't run away, we would have had to use the factory's clothes to pay our wages. Where else could you find such cheap and good clothes outside?"
The older sisters who were called in by this strange gg heard the young man's accent that was obviously different from their Wucheng accent, and they immediately believed it: "This young man doesn't have our Wucheng accent!"
"Are you really from the Jiangnan Garment Factory?"
Some people came to listen to gossip: "Did your factory director really run away with his sister-in-law?"
"Is it true that your factory director indulges in drinking, whoring and gambling?"
"More than 30 million? How did he owe so much money?"
"What a sin."
Someone else asked Jiang Yu: "Little girl, how much are the clothes on the model?"
"All the coats are 39, and all the sweaters and pants are 29."
The pants on the model are the bell-bottom pants that are very popular now. When worn by the model, they look very fashionable because they match well.
The 1990s was a generation that pursued fashion. Seeing such beautiful and cheap clothes, they were attracted by the GG at the door and came in one after another. Soon many people came in.
It is the end of the year now, and the Chinese New Year is just two months away. There is a custom in their place that no matter how much money they make this year, they have to give all the children in the family a pair of new shoes and new clothes during the Chinese New Year.
The Jiang family is the same. Every Chinese New Year, Jiang Song and Jiang Bai have new clothes to wear, but she wears the "new clothes" left over by her cousin. Because she has never worn them before, she wears them for the first time, so she wears them as "new clothes".
Jiang Xi has only worn one set of new clothes that her aunt bought for her. It was the most beautiful dress in her memory. She has remembered it for many years, and she has also missed her aunt for many years.
At first, the people who came in were all the older sisters and aunties who lived nearby. But because it was the weekend, and the second and third year students in high school had a rare day off, they didn't go home because they only had one day off. They came out in groups of three or four, strolling around the school, and after hearing the excitement over there, they came to take a look.
After seeing the clothes on Jiang Wu, they touched and looked at them again and again, and couldn't move their legs away. They wanted to buy them, but they had no money.
They were all students who ate and lived in the school. Most of their families sent them food to exchange for food coupons, and they had very little pocket money.
There were also some who had money, so they bought the same clothes as Jiang Wu.
Jiang Wu would also match different colors for them according to each person's body shape and skin color. There were
also some people who had just returned from home and had some money on them. They originally just came to see what was going on, but when they saw that the cotton-padded jackets were cheap, they wanted to buy one for their parents,
so they took out all their remaining money and bought one to take back to their parents next Friday. The news that a store had opened here, selling clothes and shoes at very cheap prices, soon spread to the campus on both sides of the street, and along with it, the gossip that the store had been repeating, "The director of Jiangnan Garment Factory and his sister-in-law ran away," spread. This gossip was really too ridiculous.
Even people from the next street heard the noise and wanted to come over to take a look.
In just one afternoon of trial operation, Jiang Xi and Wang Yong sold more than 20 pieces of clothing.
If they can earn 8 to 12 yuan per piece of clothing, and an average of 10 yuan per piece of clothing, then more than 20 pieces will bring a profit of more than 200 yuan.
Otherwise, why would everyone want to do business?
Wang Yong was not surprised to see so much profit. Although more than 200 yuan seems like a lot of profit, it does not include the labor costs of the two of them, water and electricity bills and other expenses. This is only the first day, and it just happened to be the weekend.
He knows how deserted this street is during non-weekends.
Because it was a trial run, Jiang Xi and his family only closed at 5pm. When the neighbors saw them closing so early, they were surprised: "Little girl, why do you close so early? Why don't you stay open for a while?"
Jiang Xi said, "I have something to do tonight, so we will close at 5pm from now on."
When packing clothes, Jiang Xi was at the bottom of the package, and took out some men's coats and sweaters, as well as a few pairs of winter men's leather shoes and sneakers. These were what Jiang Xi specifically asked Wang Yong to bring for her.
Not only did she have to change her clothes, but also Grandpa Jiang and Jiang Bo's clothes.
Jiang Xi took a large cotton coat, down jacket, and a pair of size 42 sneakers and packed them in a bag.
Suddenly she thought of something and asked Wang Yong, "My grandpa won't be moving here until the end of the year. This house is empty anyway. Do you want to move in? This shop is for my grandpa. I won't sell anything when he's not here. There's no one on this street on weekdays. You can open or close the shop during the day. You can save some rent."
Wucheng is just a small place, the rent is not expensive, but the environment is not very good.
The alley that Wang Yong rented is small and dark. It is okay on sunny days, but when it rains, the alley is full of flowing black dirty water.
Although this shop is a bit simple, at least it is clean and bright. The quilts and bedding on the beds in the back are also new. It is only a hundred meters away from Jiangliu School, which makes it more convenient to find her.
After entering autumn, there is more rain in Wucheng. Wang Yong thought about the dark and damp alley he would take when he returned later, and nodded and said, "Okay! I will move in a while." He also said, "The store is short of a mirror. I will buy you a mirror tomorrow."
During this period of time, he ran around in Wucheng and became familiar with Wucheng.
Jiang Xi did not refuse and gave Wang Yong money: "You can deduct the money from this for the taxi fare." She said sincerely: "I have really troubled you too much during this period."
Wang Yong touched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly: "Anyway, I have nothing to do here every day. You just need to write more manuscripts for me so that I can submit them on time."
Jiang Xi smiled at him, carrying her old clothes and the cotton coat for Jiang Bai, and returned to school.
When she entered the door, the security guard didn't see her face clearly and reached out to stop her: "Who are you looking for?"
Jiang Xi blinked at him, "Master, it's me."
The security guard looked up and saw her iconic short hair. He was stunned for a moment before saying: "It's you?" How come she changed her clothes, like a different person, and he almost didn't recognize her.
Jiang Xi couldn't see her appearance at the moment because she didn't have a mirror. She looked down at her sweater, coat, and pants. They were all normal. There was absolutely no weird or fancy clothes.
But when she walked into the school, more people looked at her.