The pleasurable experience of shopping will be greatly diminished, and its emotional value will be much lower.
The middle-aged woman was also a master of bargaining. "It's only fifteen yuan a pair. Look at these pants, they're weird, there's a hole in the bottom of the leg so you can step on them. I'll give you fifteen yuan a pair, that's already a high price. If you don't sell them, I won't buy them."
Jiang Qiaoqiao noticed that the women's gaze had been fixed on her trousers and hadn't left her.
I know she genuinely likes him.
After some more haggling, she finally agreed, "Sister, how about this, we each compromise. It'll be sixteen yuan a piece. I'll give you two. If you can introduce more customers to me in the future, then we won't argue anymore."
The middle-aged woman felt she had already negotiated enough, and Jiang Qiaoqiao was unlikely to lower the price any further.
He readily agreed, "Okay, pack it up for me. And pack one of these floral shirts as well."
Jiang Qiaoqiao quickly packed up her pants and shirt.
The price of the shirt was eventually negotiated down to eighteen yuan.
Unexpectedly, she made a big sale right after setting up her stall. Holding the fifty yuan in her hand, she felt very happy.
She continued to hang up all the remaining clothes and trousers from the snakeskin bag.
Because she was dressed in such a brand-new outfit that she was quite eye-catching in the market, soon more people came to look at her clothes.
Stirrup pants truly deserve their reputation as a top fashion trend, appealing to everyone from eighty-year-old grandmothers to three-year-old toddlers.
Within just two hours, her stirrup pants were sold out.
Floral shirts are not as popular as stirrup pants, but many people who buy stirrup pants feel that they don't have any suitable clothes to match them.
Jiang Qiaoqiao looks great in her outfit.
I decided to grit my teeth and buy the floral shirt as well.
Before 11 o'clock, only two floral shirts were left on Jiang Qiaoqiao's stall.
With fewer goods available, it's harder to sell them, and the sun is getting stronger too.
Jiang Qiaoqiao simply packed up her stall and prepared to go home.
She had just taken a few steps, carrying the bamboo pole she was using as a makeshift clothes hanger and the snakeskin bag.
Then a sweet, surprised voice rang out, "Sister, what are you doing here? Why are you carrying so many bamboo poles? Where's that snakeskin bag?"
Jiang Qiaoqiao felt nauseous when she heard the voice.
Jiang Yiran had already reached her.
When Jiang Yiran looked at her brand-new outfit, a flash of jealousy crossed her eyes.
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