The girls were getting anxious. Unlike men, they couldn't just go out in shorts or trousers; they had to wear long pants or skirts. How could they try on clothes in public?
A girl thought her figure was similar to Ye Chen'er's, so she quickly grabbed Ye Chen'er and asked her what size she wore. Ye Chen'er pointed to the small size, and the girl quickly grabbed a pair, threw down twenty-five yuan, and left, happily thinking that she would wear these pants to work tomorrow.
In just over two hours, all forty pairs of pants were sold. Yan Ge stared blankly at the mess of money hanging in his backpack and the empty ground, still a little dazed. But the people strolling around kept asking him if he had any more.
Yan Xiaonan figured that Ye Huixian's shipment must include jeans, so she loudly replied, "Those who want jeans, hurry up tomorrow morning!"
After saying that, he put the cloth away and shoved Yan Ge: "Idiot, it's time to pack up and leave."
Yan Ge looked up as if waking from a dream: "Nan Nan, thank you."
"No need to thank me, just make sure you've got your backpack ready, and don't lose your money." Yan Xiaonan had already gotten on her bicycle.
After driving away his cronies, Yan Aidang got into the car and said, "Chen'er, let's go home."
Yan Ge quickly unlocked Yan Xiaoqiang's bicycle and rode home with Yan Xiaonan. Yan Xiaonan told Yan Ge to check if there were any trains to Huacheng tomorrow, and if so, to hurry up and buy more goods while no one in Beijing was doing this yet. Even if they couldn't sell them all, it wouldn't matter, since he had a shop and could also wholesale them to himself.
Yan Ge suddenly remembered the word "consignment" that he had heard in Huacheng. He had never heard the word "consignment" before. He didn't dare to ask at the time, but now he would ask Nan Nan. Maybe she would know.
Yan Xiaonan thought for a moment and said, "Consignment means you put your things here to sell, and I take a commission. However, only very expensive things can be consigned, such as antiques and famous watches. Did you hear them say what they consigned?"
Yan Ge thought for a moment and said, "It seemed to be some kind of watch, but I didn't hear it clearly because I was far away."
Yan Xiaonan didn't take it to heart. She had done this kind of thing many times in her past life. She would either sell off the designer bags and watches she didn't like cheaply or consign them, all for the same purpose: to make money.
When the two returned home, they found Yan Xiaoqiang already waiting for them at the door. It turned out that Yan Xiaoqiang was very excited to see how booming their business was, and thinking about the things he had brought back that day, he rushed back first.
Cuihua and I unpacked the sack and opened it. Sure enough, there were the same kind of pants that Yan Ge had sold today. We were so excited that we decided to set up a stall there ourselves tomorrow.
Yan Xiaonan wasn't that excited. The weather was so hot, setting up a stall wasn't a good job. Suddenly, she thought of the furniture factory, the hardware factory, and the textile factory that Yi Genjin was going to report to. She decided to have her dad set up a stall there tomorrow. The school gate was only suitable for evenings.
Yan Ge poured all the money from his backpack onto the stone table. Grandma Yan looked at all the money and smiled with satisfaction. This child is good; he can endure hardship and has saved his first pot of gold with his own hands. Of course, her own precious child is the most amazing.
Everyone sat still, watching Yan Ge count the money one bill at a time, and seeing his increasingly joyful face. Everyone was overjoyed; the child of the second branch of the Yan family had finally made it through.
Yan carefully arranged the money, took out three hundred yuan, and handed it to Grandma Yan: "Grandma, here's the money back for you. Thank you, Grandma."
Grandma Yan waved her hand: "Yan Ge, go and buy more goods this time. It's not too late to pay me back when you've earned 10,000 yuan."
"Milk." Yan Ge didn't know what to say.
“Listen to me, Grandma doesn’t need money now. She has food and drink every day. If she wants anything, my son, grandson, and granddaughter will buy it for her. You even brought fruit from Huacheng for Grandma to eat.”
Yan Ge's eyes were hot, and he felt an urge to cry. He desperately held back, raised his head, and blinked to suppress the tears. The stars in the sky were shining brightly, like guiding lights illuminating Yan Ge's path.
"Grandma, I'm sure I can earn ten thousand yuan. Then I'll pay you back and buy you the most fashionable clothes in Huacheng. Grandma, do you believe me?"
"I believe that all the children in my Yan family are the best." Grandma Yan nodded vigorously.
Yan Daqiang sat in the back room and did not go out, but he could hear the commotion outside clearly. Yan Zheng was performing very well in the army, and all the negative influences from the past had disappeared. All that was left was praise.
With Nan Nan's help, Yan Ge has gradually established himself, and in the near future, we will see Yan Ge's success.
Ai Dang is great, he excels at everything, it's a pity he's lost his patriotism, otherwise this family would be so happy. Yan Daqiang felt a dull pain in his heart and quickly stood up, looking out the window, trying his best to control his emotions.
Xue Ying ran in excitedly: "Old Yan, Old Yan, do you know how many clothes my aunt sent to Nan Nan this time? Those clothes are so beautiful, I really want them!"
"If you like it, just buy it. You have such a great figure, it would be a waste not to buy it," Yan Daqiang joked.
"But I'm usually either in military uniform or a white coat, I don't have time to wear it." Xue Ying felt very happy inside, but complained aloud.
“You can wear it now, and you can also wear it on weekends when you’re not on duty. Come on, I’ll go with you to pick out a couple of outfits.” Yan Daqiang pulled Xue Ying out, thanking her for coming just in time.
The somewhat somber atmosphere in the courtyard had dissipated. Cuihua and Grandma Yan were discussing which outfit looked best, while Yan Aidang was picking out clothes for Chen'er and also helped Xue Ying choose a few. Otherwise, her mother's nagging would really be like that of Tang Sanzang.
Yan Xiaonan looked at the clothes one by one. In her eyes, these clothes were still a bit too old-fashioned. There were batwing shirts, stirrup pants, jackets, suits, sailor shirts, several floral shirts, and even children's vests in red, yellow, blue, green and white. All the basic colors were there.
The small bag was full of butterfly hair clips that girls love. Once clipped to the head, the wings would flutter when the girl moves. There were also yellow mesh headbands and bright red flowers. Little girls would definitely love them.
Ye Huixian was very thoughtful; there were even children's plastic sandals in the sack. Yan Xiaonan was speechless at the color and style, but at this moment, having sandals to wear was a very happy thing.
Although Cuihua was a rural woman, under Fu Qingping's tutelage, her taste had improved considerably, and she no longer found these clothes appealing. In particular, those stirrup pants were a nightmare for people with out-of-shape figures, as they would expose all their flaws.
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