Jiang Qiaoqiao then walked in, pretending to be a seasoned pro, and casually touched the pants that the vendors had just been holding. "Boss, these pants of yours are pretty good quality, how should I take them?"
The shopkeeper glanced at her. "Twelve yuan a piece, minimum order of fifty pieces."
"So expensive!" Jiang Qiaoqiao frowned. "But I saw that those people were all holding eight yuan a piece, and they even said that some were six yuan a piece."
The fat boss guessed that Jiang Qiaoqiao was a novice based on her age and clothing, and originally wanted to fool her, but he didn't expect her to be so shrewd.
The portly boss smiled and said, "Comrade, I give them eight yuan because they often buy from me in large quantities. I'm selling them at a loss. I'm just trying to make a living in business, I can't lose money on every order, can I?"
"Okay, I can't get you those for eight yuan, but I'll get you these pants for six yuan a pair." The fat shopkeeper took out the bag of stirrup pants again.
I even took one out specifically to show her.
"Look how good the quality and elasticity of these pants are! They'll look absolutely great on you!"
"And then there's this design below, which is meant to be stepped on under the heel. When you step on the heel and pull the pants up, they fit snugly against your body, showing off those long legs, don't you think?"
Judging from the boss's enthusiastic sales pitch, Jiang Qiaoqiao knew that the boss wouldn't be able to sell these stirrup pants at all after bringing them back.
She feigned a troubled expression, "But I've never even seen pants like these before. If I buy them in bulk, will anyone buy them?"
She glanced cautiously at Huo Beixiao beside her and whispered, "I finally managed to convince my man to let me do business. If I lose money on my first order, he'll definitely beat me."
The fat boss also glanced at Huo Beixiao.
Looking at Jiang Qiaoqiao, who was wearing old clothes but looked delicate, he felt a pang of pity.
How did such a delicate and sweet wife end up with such a fierce man?
He made up his mind and said, "How about this, I'll give you these pants for five yuan a pair. You're guaranteed to make a profit at that price. If you sell them well, you can always come back to me for more."
"Okay, thank you, boss!" Jiang Qiaoqiao immediately thanked him with a smile.
The stirrup pants were sold in batches of fifty pairs, so Jiang Qiaoqiao took fifty pairs.
She also picked up a floral print shirt, which wasn't as cheap as stirrup pants. She pleaded and begged for a long time, but the shopkeeper only agreed to give her one for ten yuan.
Originally, the minimum order quantity was 50 pieces.
She pleaded with the boss for a while, and he agreed to let her take twenty pieces first.
After the boss found some burlap sacks to help her pack the goods, Huo Beixiao immediately and conscientiously came over to carry the goods for her.
As Huo Beixiao slung the snakeskin bag over his shoulder, the boss said cryptically, "Brother, a man's strength is meant for getting things done, not for taking it out on his wife."
Huo Beixiao looked at Jiang Qiaoqiao with a puzzled expression.
Jiang Qiaoqiao quickly turned her face away.
If Huo Beixiao found out that she was spreading rumors about him being a domestic abuser in order to negotiate a price with the boss...
As Jiang Qiaoqiao walked out of the wholesale stall, she could still feel Huo Beixiao's gaze on her.
Looking at the round moon on the horizon, she exclaimed as if possessed, "The moon is so big tonight!"
“That’s the sun,” Huo Beixiao replied to her without any emotion.
Jiang Qiaoqiao: ...
Even more awkward...
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