Chapter 250 Yang Jinsheng was reported
Yang Jiadong touched his head a little embarrassedly and said with a smile: "Dad, the teacher is exaggerating a bit. I am only in the first grade of junior high school now. Good grades now do not mean..."
"No, Yang Jiadong, please don't say such things," Yang Jiabao quickly reached out to cover his brother's mouth, "Brother, let me tell you, our family depends on you to bring honor to the family, you must be able to do it, and you must pass the college entrance examination."
"You little brat, don't put so much pressure on your younger brother. He is so young!" Jiang Xinbai scolded with a smile. This boy, knowing that he couldn't get into university, put the pressure on his younger brother. What a shame.
"Hey, I'm just cheering him up in advance! By the way, Mom and Dad, you haven't told me where you were going, and why you came back so late."
"Where else can we go? The flowery shirts and bell-bottom pants your dad bought have arrived, so we just pulled some to the entrance of the textile factory to sell. Hey, we've sold out all 100 sets. Look, my bag is bulging with money."
Jiang Xinbai happily patted her waist bag which she was reluctant to take off. Although she hadn't counted how much money was in it, she knew it was going to be a lot just by touching the bulging bag.
Yang Jiabao got excited when he heard this and said quickly, "Why didn't you call me? I want to help you too. Are you going to sell at the entrance of the textile factory tomorrow? Take me with you!"
Jiang Xin rolled her eyes at him, "Are you stupid? Everyone has a day off tomorrow, why are you going to the factory gate? But you can come and help. Your dad and I are going to set up a stall opposite the department store tomorrow. You should keep an eye on the goods. You've been so busy today, and I don't know if anyone has taken any of them for free."
Alas, when more people came later, my husband and I were only concerned with collecting and changing money, and didn't notice if anyone was stealing anything. Tomorrow there will be more people at the department store, and we need someone to watch over the goods. If someone takes one or two items, it's fine, but if more, they will lose a lot.
"Okay, Mom, I'll go with you tomorrow." Yang Jiabao said excitedly. Turning around, he saw his brother who seemed to be hesitant to speak. He patted his head and asked, "Why? You want to go too?"
Yang Jiadong shook his head, glanced at his parents, and then asked in a low voice: "Brother, I mean you don't seem to have finished your homework? You've been out all day today. If you go out again tomorrow, will you still finish your homework?"
Yang Jiabao: “…” Oh, I shouldn’t have asked earlier.
Yang Jinsheng glanced at his nervous eldest son and sneered, "It doesn't matter whether you do your homework or not with your grades. You might as well help us tomorrow. Jiadong, you don't have to go tomorrow. Just do your homework at home. Whether Dad can be famous in the whole alley in the future depends on you."
Hehe, he had asked around, and the whole alley where they lived had never produced a college student! Maybe his second child could be the first to go to college, bringing him face.
Yang Jiadong looked at his old father speechlessly, saying that he was only in the first grade of junior high school and it was still too early for him to take the college entrance examination!
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Around eight o'clock the next day, Jiang Xinbai and his three companions arrived early opposite the department store, found a spot with two trees, and set up their clothes. They tied a thick hemp rope between the trees to serve as a clothes drying rack, and hung their floral shirts and bell-bottom pants on it.
With the experience from the previous times, Jiang Xinbai knew the importance of hawking, so he shouted directly, "Don't miss it if you pass by. These are genuine bell-bottom pants and floral shirts that just arrived from Shenzhen Market. There are not many in stock, so first come first served..."
This shout actually attracted people. A young girl who was shopping with her mother stood in front of Jiang Xinbai and asked, "Sister, are the bell-bottom pants you mentioned really from Shenzhen?"
Seeing this, Jiang Xinbai immediately took a pair of pants from the rope and showed it to the young girl. "Feel it for yourself, little sister. Where else can you find such quality except Shenzhen? I tell you, my husband queued for a long time outside the big factory in Shenzhen to buy it. It took a lot of effort. Most people can't get it. After all, there are not enough to sell locally."
The young girl's mother was more experienced. She reached out and touched the pants, then nodded with a smile, "The quality is good, but why are they genuine? Could there be fake ones?"
"That's not true. Some people see that other people's clothes and pants are selling well, so they follow suit and want to get a piece of the pie. But the clothes they make are not right. They are either too tight here or too loose there. Anyway, they don't look good. But we don't have such concerns about the clothes and pants here. If they don't fit, you can bring them to me and I will return them."
Jiang Xinbai looked at them and said with a smile, bell-bottoms are such a popular item that generally no one would be willing to return them unless they are too tight to wear.
"Mom, I want a pair of bell-bottom pants. My colleague has one and it looks very fashionable. I want one too." The young girl pulled her mother's hand and said coquettishly.
"Hey, girl, you want to buy it yourself, do you want me to pay for it?"
"Then I didn't bring any money! Mom, please lend it to me first and I'll return it to you when I get back." The young girl smiled at her mother ingratiatingly.
"Okay, okay, um, how much are the bell-bottom pants?"
Seeing that they finally asked about the price, Jiang Xinbai quickly replied, "Twenty-five for one. It's cheaper than the department store in the city."
"Twenty-five, so expensive?"
At this time, Yang Jiabao suddenly came over and said with a smile: "Aunt, it's not expensive, it's from Shenzhen City. And my parents sold a lot of it at the entrance of the textile factory last night. You see, many people may have worn it today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several young people wearing floral shirts and bell-bottom pants walking towards him from a distance. Each of them raised his head like a white swan, with a look of pride on his face.
After Yang Jiabao said this, and with the fact that there were many more young people wearing bell-bottom pants on the street, the young girls wanted to buy them even more.
"Mom~"
"Okay, why not buy it? Here, twenty-five, get her something she can wear."
"Okay, twenty-five dollars, sister. Here are your pants, take them." Yang Jiabao took the money with a smile, then took a pair of pants from the bag behind her and handed it over.
People are like this, if they see others buying something, they will follow suit. After the first one, the second one followed, and soon their stall was surrounded by people.
"Hey, I need a shirt, a large size."
"I want one too. I want one too. A small size."
"Give it to me first. I was here first."
"Why should I give you the money first when I got it first?"
Jiang Xinbai looked at the two people who were quarreling in front of him, and hurriedly smiled and comforted them, "Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, we have everything, and we still have everything now. Jiabao, get the clothes for the two brothers."
"Oh, okay, I'll be right there."
Jiang Xinbai collected the money and checked the goods while Yang Jinsheng and Yang Jiabao, father and son, were responsible for attracting customers and getting the goods to them. The three of them worked in perfect harmony and sold out 200 sets of clothes before 11 o'clock in the morning. Touching their bulging pockets, all three of them smiled.
"Mom and Dad, I want to have two roast ducks for lunch, hehe!"
Yang Jiabao pointed to his wallet. He had worked hard for the whole morning and earned so much money, so naturally he had to reward himself.
"Okay, here, I'll give you the money, go buy it yourself! Buy a few steamed buns on the way, and buy the other dishes as you like! I won't cook lunch, your mother and I will go back first."
Yang Jinsheng readily handed out two big unity notes, then rode his tricycle impatiently back home. After all, he felt uneasy staying outside with so much money on him.
As the tricycle just turned into the alley, I saw the youngest son Yang Jiadong standing at the door of his house from a distance, looking quite anxious.
Seeing this, Yang Jinsheng sped up his bike and shouted, "Jiadong, what are you doing?"
When Yang Jiadong heard his father's voice, his eyes lit up. He was about to say something when he saw the aunties and grandmas around him sticking their heads out to talk about something, so he immediately covered his mouth.
"Why are you covering your mouth? Open the door, I'll push the car in first." Yang Jinsheng looked at his youngest son strangely.
After Yang Jiadong's parents entered the yard, he immediately locked the gate and then pulled them into the house.
"What's wrong? Jiadong, what happened?" Jiang Xinbai had a bad feeling.
"Mom and Dad, an uncle from Dad's factory came here just now. He said someone reported Dad."
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