The boss gave her a wholesale price of 1.6 yuan per meter. Even if she sold it for 4 yuan, she could still make 2.40 yuan per meter. Besides, her cloth did not require tickets, so the price could be higher. 4.6 yuan should be fine.
In this way, you can make 300 yuan from 100 meters of cloth, and 3,000 yuan from 1,000 meters of cloth. The profit is terrifying.
But normally, making clothes, pants and tops only requires more than one meter of cloth, and a whole set of clothes requires less than three meters of cloth. If she wants to sell one thousand meters of cloth, she needs at least three hundred customers.
She observed when she went to the department store to buy cloth that as long as it was a popular cloth, every kind of cloth was in short supply and there was no worry about not being able to sell out. On the contrary, some varieties were often out of stock, and customers had to wait for a long time if they wanted to buy the cloth they liked.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingqing became more determined to sell cloth.
She told Boss Zhang that she wanted to pick up the goods today, the sooner the better. She was a big customer, unlike those individual customers who bought in small quantities, so Boss Zhang still valued her very much.
The provincial capital is only a hundred kilometers away from Jinning, and a round trip in one day is possible. She wanted to transport the fabrics back with Zhou Zhuo, and then come to the provincial capital for Zhou Zhuo's reexamination in five days.
Doctor Zhu prescribed seven days of medicine for Zhou Zhuo, and told him to come back in five days to get the medicine.
But Boss Zhang told her that the varieties of cloth were not complete today, and the ones she wanted were in short supply and would not arrive until the day after tomorrow.
Lin Qingqing was a little disappointed when she heard this, but there was nothing she could do now except wait. She made an agreement with Boss Zhang to pick up the goods the next morning.
After agreeing on picking up the goods, Lin Qingqing took Zhou Zhuo away from the market.
She looked back and remembered that this market was founded in 1979, moved to Nansan Tiao Hutong in 1981, and was officially renamed "Nansan Tiao Market."
Her hometown in her previous life was also in Jibei Province, but it was not in Jinning County, but in Niucheng, south of the provincial capital, so she was relatively clear about the development history of the village.
Unexpectedly, when she looked back, she was bumped by someone without paying attention. The person who bumped into her ran away quickly after that.
Lin Qingqing felt something was wrong and found her wallet was gone!
When she went out, she carried 5,000 yuan in cash with her. She was afraid that the money would not be safe if she left it in the hotel, so she carried it all with her. Unexpectedly, she was targeted by a thief!
"Catch the thief!" Lin Qingqing shouted subconsciously and chased after him quickly.
It took Zhou Zhuo a few seconds to realize what had happened, and he hurriedly chased after him.
He was very good at sports when he was in school and could run much faster than most people. He caught up with the thief in just a few minutes, and with a stretch of his long legs, he tripped the thief to the ground.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the thief hurriedly threw the money on the ground, got up and ran away.
Lin Qingqing picked up the wallet. Zhou Zhuo was about to continue chasing the thief when he was suddenly stopped by someone.
"Zhilian!"
An old woman's voice sounded timidly.
Lin Qingqing looked back and saw an old woman standing behind them. A pair of dry hands were pulling Zhou Zhuo's clothes, preventing him from leaving.
The old woman had silver hair and her clothes, although old, were washed very cleanly, giving her a very dignified look.
The old woman tilted her head and asked, "Are you my Zhilian? You're finally back. I've been waiting for you for decades..."
Zhou Zhuo looked at the old woman in confusion. He himself was confused as to where Zhilian came from.
How does he know if he is Zhilian?
He only knew that his wife was Lin Qingqing. As for who he was, sorry, he forgot.
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