With wine on the table, the men became excited, and even Grandma Yan raised her glass, enjoying the family time.
The meal lasted for more than two hours, and the entire courtyard was filled with Yan Xiaoqiang's voice. He talked about everything from when he boarded the train to Huacheng to when he got home today, describing the past ten days in great detail.
Especially when the story came up with the luxurious restaurant, the image of that naive and unsophisticated little man was so jarring that Yan Xiaonan simply covered her face.
He described a foot-long lobster as a meter long, stretching out his hands to show how long it was. "That's how long it is, that's how long it is. And its eyes are this big, that's how big they are." When Grandma Yan asked Yan Xiaonan about the eyes, "Really?"
Yan Xiaonan shrugged. "Where can you find a lobster that big? It's not like it's a crocodile. Dad, that's really exaggerated."
What Yan Xiaonan heard next was, "Masaki, at the bathhouse Masaki, and in Huacheng no less!" Yan Xiaonan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, and Sheng Lijuan's expression also became somewhat awkward.
Yan Aidang didn't understand and kept pressing for answers: "What happened next? What happened next?"
Yan Xiaoqiang said with some annoyance, "How would I know what happened next? I drank too much and slept until dawn. Next time I must go and see how a horse kills a chicken. And that kid Yan Ge was with me. He said my snoring scared everyone away. It was just the two of us left in the whole place, hahaha."
Yan Xiaonan and Sheng Lijuan both secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that their father did not understand Masaki's meaning. If he really did it, their mother would definitely divorce him, and their grandmother would also kick him out. They did not want to see that outcome. They decided to keep their father in Beijing and not let him go anywhere else.
"Hey, is my shop ready yet? Oh, and Nan Nan, have the goods arrived?" Yan Xiaoqiang finally remembered the most important thing.
"We're here! It's in the back room," Yan Xiaonan answered loudly.
Yan Aidang shook his head: "Uncle, it will take another two days. We need to find those lights in the picture. The craftsman said they are spotlights, and we need to order them from a specialized place."
"Okay, I'll go check it out tomorrow. We'll open as soon as possible. We've brought in almost 30,000 yuan worth of goods this time." Yan Xiaoqiang was a little worried. Even though he only had half of the goods, half would still be more than 10,000 yuan.
"Dad, you can't rush things. We have 30,000 worth of goods now, but we might need 300,000 worth to fill the shop later," Yan Xiaonan warned her father.
For such a large shop, having over ten thousand yuan worth of goods is far too little. If you put a few here and hang some there, they'll be quickly lost in the empty space.
Yan Xiaoqiang gasped. Three hundred thousand yuan worth of goods, and he hadn't been back for over ten days. How could his daughter have become mentally unstable?
Old Fei's house has changed. The kitchen where he used to cook has been combined with the back hall and turned into a large shop. The door has also been changed to two doors. Inside, a small room has been built against the wall with several frames and two sets of tables and chairs, which can be used as a warehouse or a rest room. The small courtyard at the back has also been turned into a kitchen, making it convenient for my mother to cook.
Yan Xiaonan also designed a shop window. The floor of the window was covered with a bright red carpet, surrounded by some flowers and plants, and a chair was placed in the middle. Jeans were laid out on the chair, with the two pant legs hanging down to the ground, covering the back half of a pair of leather shoes.
A white shirt was draped over the back of the chair, the hem of which was tucked into jeans. The most ingenious part was that Yan Xiaonan had Cuihua find buttons of various colors, and the white shirt, with its buttons changed, immediately became playful, cute, and eye-catching.
A gray suit jacket was draped over one side of the white shirt, with the jacket only half-open. The combination looked harmonious and sophisticated. When Ye Chen'er saw Yan Xiaonan doing this, she felt so inferior that she almost banged her head against the wall.
Upon entering the clothing store, there was a row of clothes racks in the middle, divided into sections, about seven or eight in total. The two sides against the wall were framed with wood, and the tops of the frames were also black rods. I didn't know what these rods were for.
Opposite the door was a glass counter with pink paint on the edges.
Yan Xiaonan explained, "Dad, the spotlights are hung on this black pole. When the lights are turned on, the clothes will look better. This is the display wall. The nice and expensive clothes are hung here. This is the regular hanging area. Cheap clothes or clothes with similar styles are hung here."
Seeing that Yan Xiaoqiang still didn't quite understand, Nan Nan closed her eyes slightly and let her consciousness spread out. She found that there was no one around, so she took out several burlap sacks from her space. Inside were batwing shirts and jeans, as well as jackets and suits.
I took out a hanger and hung samples of batwing shirts, jackets, and suits on the display wall. It was really inappropriate to have only three pieces of clothing on such a large wall. Fortunately, the batwing shirts came in many colors, and the different heights of the garments helped to fill half of the wall. The opposite wall was completely empty.
Yan Xiaonan then hung the trousers and jeans on the middle row of railings. He hung more than twenty pairs of trousers and more than thirty pairs of jeans, but they only occupied three sections of the railings, leaving the remaining five railings empty.
Yan Xiaonan also put the bag of decorations into the glass display case. Here, she pushed up a headband; there, she put a pair of bows on it, making the glass display case look incredibly beautiful.
Facts speak louder than words. Yan Xiaoqiang knew that what his daughter said last night was the truth. The clothes worth more than 10,000 yuan were really just hanging there in vain.
"Nan Nan, if we start a clothing business, won't we need to prepare hundreds of thousands of yuan? How many people can afford that?"
"Don't worry, there will be more and more clothing styles in the future. We can adopt a consignment model. Oh, consignment means that other people's goods are put in my store to sell, and I take a middle price. If they sell well, I will resell more; if they don't sell well, I will return them to them."
"You can do it this way too." Yan Xiaoqiang was opened up to a new way of thinking. There are so many ways to do business.
Seeing her father's stunned expression, Yan Xiaonan wondered if her father would faint from fright if she contracted the garment factory in the future.
The two hung up all the clothes and put them in the warehouse. Yan Xiaonan even made price tags and stuck them on the side of the clothes so that everyone could see them clearly, saving the sellers from forgetting and the buyers from asking questions.
He then took out a notebook, pen, abacus, and rope for tying clothes from his backpack. In those days, there were no plastic bags for carrying things; paper bags and ropes were the most commonly used. Paper bags were expensive, while ropes were more economical.
Now we're just waiting for Brother Ai to install the spotlights and ceiling lights, and hopefully a few posters and some firecrackers too, so we can open for business. But selling women's clothing, isn't Dad a bit too weathered? Maybe we should let Mom do it instead.
Yan Xiaonan's mind was racing. There were still too few people in her family. If Sister Xuemei were here, she would be perfect for this job.
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