Seeing that his mother didn't say anything, the boy took out all the money in his pocket and handed it to Xiao Yiyi: "Can I buy you?"
It was the first time that Xiao Yiyi encountered such a thing. She was stunned and looked at Chenchen blankly: "Big brother, are you selling it?"
Chenchen came over, protecting Xiao Yiyi behind him, and looked at the kid who wanted to buy Xiao Yiyi with a cold face: "We don't sell our sister."
Xingxing reacted and said with a straight face, "Yes, we won't sell your sister. Let your mother give birth to you."
The other three also shouted in unison: "Not for sale."
The little boy looked at the others who were attacking him and cried sadly, "Mom, mom, I want a sister, I want a sister."
The boy's mother was in great pain. In order to appease her child, she had to lie: "Your father can't do that. If you really want a little sister, your father and I will have to divorce!"
The boy knew what divorce meant, but he was confused. He just wanted a sister, so why did it involve divorce? "Why do we need divorce? You and Dad can just have one child?"
"Your father has health problems and can't have children."
The boy lowered his head, wondering whether his father or his sister was more important!
Dad gives him money and buys him toys. Dad is the best dad in the world and we can’t divorce.
After thinking this through, the boy felt less disappointed. He curled his lips and said, "Okay, then don't worry about my sister. I'll buy some snacks."
Chenchen was very good at getting goods. He not only took the cheap ones, but also the expensive ones, and even took a few water guns.
The boy immediately took a fancy to the water gun that Xu Jianguo took out of the sack. He pointed at the water gun and asked, "How much is this?"
Xiao Yiyi didn't ask the price: "Phuket."
Chenchen said, "Five dollars."
The boy's family was well-off, and he could receive dozens of yuan in New Year's gifts, so he didn't need these five yuan. He took out five one-yuan bills and handed them to Xiao Chenchen: "Here you go."
Xiao Chenchen put the money into his purse.
This purse was made for him by Old Mrs. Xu while she was working overtime last night.
The opening is big.
Good for storing money.
The boy touched the water gun lovingly and looked at Xiao Yiyi: "Will you come again tomorrow?"
Little Yiyi tilted her head and looked at Chenchen, and asked in a baby voice, "Big brother, will you come tomorrow?"
Chenchen looked at the snack stalls piled high with snacks. There were so many that they definitely couldn't be sold out in one day. "Come on."
The boy grinned and said, "Then I'll bring you some business tomorrow."
Not long after opening, a few more people came to buy snacks.
Uncle He, who was selling school supplies across the street, didn't expect Chenchen's business to be so good. He grinned from ear to ear: "Chenchen, not bad, not bad. You're much better than your uncle!"
Grandma He glanced at him and said, “Selling school supplies near the school will generate business.
People who come to the Forbidden City are here to have fun, who would buy these things?"
When Uncle He heard this, he thought it made sense: "When school starts, go sell it near the school."
Sold until noon.
Xiao Chenchen sold one-fifth of it.
"We didn't get enough water guns, so we sold them all out."
Xiao Yiyi, one of the shareholders, came over and asked in a low voice, "What's the purchase price?"
Chenchen held up two fingers: "Two."
Xiao Yiyi counted on her fingers.
Five dollars minus two dollars leaves three dollars.
"Big brother, a pistol can earn you three dollars."
Chenchen was afraid that she would speak too loudly and be heard by other bosses, so he immediately covered Xiao Yiyi's mouth: "Be quiet, if others hear us, we won't be able to make so much money."
Xiao Yiyi blinked to show that she understood.
As soon as Chenchen let go of Xiao Yiyi's mouth, the boy who wanted a younger sister came back with seven or eight children.
"Right here, I didn't lie to you, isn't this sister very pretty?"
"Wow, she's really beautiful, her skin is so white,"
"The eyes are so big, like a talking elf."
"You can't just look at cheap things. You have to buy things first. Do you have money with you?" The boy became anxious when he saw that they were just staring at Xiao Yiyi but not buying anything.
"I brought it, I brought it."
"I want popping candy."
"I want little tiger candy." Little tiger candy is actually paper with a tiger printed on it.
"Do you have any water guns? I want to buy one."
"No more, all sold out."
"Ah, then when will it be available?"
"the day after tomorrow."
"Then I'll come back the day after tomorrow."
The people the boy brought bought snacks worth three yuan from Chenchen.
Old Mrs. Xu tutted her tongue a few times: "Rich people, their friends are also rich people, these kids, which one doesn't have a few dollars!"
Grandma He agreed with this statement: "Yes, and the clothes are clean. If you put it in your hometown, the most you get as New Year's money is ten cents."
The little guy is still young.
Xu Jiajia doesn't allow them to sell all day.
At noon, let them pack up and go home.
Back home.
Chenchen poured out the money from the sales and counted it carefully.
Eight guns, that's forty dollars.
There were others that sold for more than 20 yuan.
The total amount was sixty yuan.
Chenchen calculated the profit, which was more than 60 yuan, so he could make 40 yuan.
Mrs. Xu was extremely surprised: "These little things, the profit is so high?"
Xu Jiajia stroked her chin and said, "Some have high profits, some have low profits, but generally speaking, it's not bad."
First time setting up a stall.
Having earned so much, Chenchen has become more confident.
Xu Jiajia doesn't stop the children from doing business, but she still gives them a warning when necessary: "When you go to school, you have to study hard. You can't sell during school hours. You can sell on weekends, but if your grades drop, you can't set up a stall."
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