If Jiang Yue didn't help with this, Yao Hua certainly wouldn't blame Jiang Yue, but she would definitely keep it in mind.
Jiang Yue walked over and said to Song Qianqian and Zhao Lanxi, "Actually, it's very simple to sell the clothes. There are many large markets in City A, right? You can take the clothes to the market and say it's an end-of-season clearance sale. Lower the price a bit, and you'll definitely be able to sell them."
"A market?"
Song Qianqian suddenly slapped her head.
Right, there are also crowded places like markets, how come she didn't think of that?
"Jiang Yue, thank you."
Having gotten what she wanted, Song Qianqian didn't dare to linger any longer. She handed the things she was carrying to Jiang Yue, who refused to accept them. Jiang Yue then quickly took the things and pulled Zhao Lanxi away.
Yao Hua stood behind Jiang Yue with a guilty look on her face, her eyes red and filled with emotion and self-reproach.
"Yueyue, I'm sorry."
I know you helped them because of me.
"Silly boy."
Jiang Yue led Yao Hua by the hand toward the phone booth, explaining to her in a low voice as they walked, "What I told them wasn't a good idea."
"Um?"
Yao Hua looked at Jiang Yue suspiciously, "Are you lying to them?"
Are the clothes still not selling?
"It's not exactly a scam. They can definitely sell clothes at the market, but the level of consumption at the market is different from buying things in a department store. If they want to sell clothes, they have to lower the price to the lowest possible level."
Making money is impossible, but I should be able to earn enough to pay the workers' wages.
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