Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaolong frowned, rubbing his chin with two fingers.
Nobody knows what he's thinking.
After a long, long time, as the crowd around Ye Beiping grew larger and larger, Tang Xiaolong chuckled and asked, "Do you think we can make money doing this?"
"able."
"Of course, Brother Long is someone who can make money no matter what he does."
"Exactly, if we also sold leather shoes, we would definitely earn more than them."
...
Several underlings immediately began to flatter him, their expressions showing eagerness to try it out.
The local thugs all knew them because Tang Xiaolong knew a few big shots, so these thugs were willing to follow him.
People like them lack money the most.
He idles away his days, never doing anything productive, and always gets money from his family.
However, their families aren't rich enough to give them money to squander every day, which led them to either extort students or engage in petty theft.
Now that I've come across such a lucrative project, how could I not be tempted?
With Tang Xiaolong bringing them along, they believed that if Tang Xiaolong went into business, he would definitely make money with his connections.
Even Tang Xiaolong, who was being lauded to the skies, thought so.
"I've heard that doing business is profitable. If my mom hadn't forbade it, I would have been rich long ago." Having figured it out, Tang Xiaolong immediately got on his bicycle and waved, saying, "Let's go see where we can get some leather shoes."
"Great job, Brother Long!"
"Follow Brother Long and you'll make a fortune!"
"Brother Long is so cool! Brother Long, shall we go to the dance hall to celebrate today?"
...
Ye Beiping was unaware of Tang Xiaolong's thoughts.
After three or four hours of hard work, it was already dark when the factory workers finally finished leaving.
Several factory leaders stood together, frowning, watching Ye Beiping sell leather shoes.
Some even suggested reporting Ye Beiping, but other factory leaders stopped them.
"What are you doing? You're doing business right here at our factory gate."
"The factory manager ran away with his mistress, and they can't even pay wages. They're selling some goods just to pay those wages. Do you have to make such a big deal out of this?"
...
The other factory leaders also felt there was no need to make a big deal out of it, so they let Ye Beiping sell the goods.
However, everyone also agreed that they would let it go today, but if they were to interfere with their factory's operations again in the future, they would definitely report them.
And so, Ye Beiping escaped a calamity.
When he returned with the river laden with its bounty, the smiles on their faces were impossible to hide.
"Beiping, we sold more in just a few hours today than we did in the whole day yesterday, haha!" Jiang He, exhausted and sprawled in the back of his tricycle, laughed heartily.
Although Ye Beiping laughed, he didn't laugh as wildly as Jiang He. He analyzed, "That's for sure. There are seven or eight state-owned factories nearby, with several thousand employees."
"We sold about twenty boxes of goods today. Are you almost out of stock at home?"
"Um."
Speaking of inventory, Jiang He straightened up and leaned closer to Ye Beiping, saying, "We still have two boxes of goods left at home. Shall we go and get some more?"
Jiang He was somewhat addicted to the feeling of making money.
I made over four thousand yesterday, and sold twenty boxes today. Based on the profit, I should make six thousand.
Now, Jiang He doesn't need to ask Ye Beiping about these calculations anymore; he's figured them out himself.
Actually, it wasn't so much a calculation, but rather knowing in advance how much profit could be made from one box of goods and how much profit from ten boxes of goods, with a table in mind.
Ye Beiping thought for a moment and said to Jiang He, "Yes, we should go to Wencheng. This time we'll get 10,000 pairs of shoes, but we need to include women's shoes. A lot of people who want to buy women's shoes haven't been able to find them these past few days."
“Yes.” Jiang He also felt that if they had women’s shoes, they could definitely make a lot more money.
But upon hearing "ten thousand pairs," Jiang He wasn't excited; instead, he was somewhat worried: "Beiping, you're saying we can sell ten thousand pairs of leather shoes?"
After yesterday's sales at the market, nothing was sold today.
Today they're selling right outside a state-owned factory; where will they go tomorrow?
A thousand pairs of leather shoes were sold in two different places, both of which were relatively crowded. If you sell ten thousand pairs of shoes, how many crowded places are there in the entire city of Hangzhou?
Jiang He's concerns were not unfounded, but Ye Beiping already had a plan in mind: "Don't worry, I have a way. As long as we have the goods, we won't have to worry about not being able to sell them."
“That’s right.” Jiang He echoed Ye Beiping’s words.
He had never seen such a scene of selling goods in his entire life. Yet, he had personally participated in it twice in the past two days.
"Beiping, do you think if we spread this message that the Jiangnan Leather Factory has gone bankrupt, the factory manager will still supply us with goods?"
Jiang He's probing questions left Ye Beiping speechless, his lips twitching uncontrollably!
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