Chapter 125
"Brother Lei, are you leaving already?"
Ah Qiang was so anxious that he scratched his head and circled around him, saying, "Aren't you going to say anything to Miss Ji? You're just going to leave like this?"
After packing his luggage, Lei Tingjun frowned and said, "Alright, stop wandering around. I've made my decision. I'll leave tomorrow."
"Oh, that's good." A-Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "But Brother Lei, do you know anyone in the city? Where will you settle down after you get there?"
"Stop being so fussy. I'm a grown man, how could I possibly starve to death?"
Lei Tingjun remained expressionless, packed his things, and left.
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Ji Wanmei and Luo Chunyan went to the restaurant to meet up with Ji Xingguo and the others. After lunch, they returned to the shop at 1 p.m. to continue doing business.
The goods sold this morning received a good response.
Even in the afternoon, new customers continued to come into the store.
Although it wasn't as frantic as in the morning, customers would still buy two, three, or even several items at once if they liked them.
After all, there's a promotion today, a 30% discount, but it won't be available again tomorrow.
The best-selling item was definitely the thong pants.
The limited edition of 99 pieces sold out by around 3 or 4 pm.
In just one day, they sold half of the two hundred items that Ji Wanmei and the others had brought in.
The second and third best things I bought were hair ties and colorful headbands.
Most of the purchases were made by women who bought matching sets based on Ji Wanmei's recommendations.
Other items, such as small handbags, underwear, scarves, sunglasses, and small jewelry, are also selling quite well.
However, because the price was slightly higher than other high-volume products, I didn't buy a particularly large quantity.
Around 5 or 6 p.m., the number of customers gradually decreased.
After six o'clock, Ji Wanmei began to have Luo Chunyan take stock of today's bills and goods.
In 1988, people didn't have much of a nightlife. Generally, after eight o'clock, everyone would go home to rest and sleep.
Therefore, Ji Wanmei and her friends' shop can only stay open until 7 p.m. at the latest before closing.
Ji Xingguo said at noon that he would come over after get off work to pick up Ji Wanmei and go home together.
Luo Chunyan's fingers kept pressing the calculator, her eyes quickly scanning the ledger.
A dozen minutes later, after adding up all the accounts, she gaped in shock: "My God! Meimei, do you know how much money we made today?"
Ji Wanmei smiled and said, "Don't say it yet, let me guess."
"Five hundred yuan, do you have it?" Ji Wanmei made a rough estimate.
"Not just that!" Luo Chunyan stood up excitedly, holding two thick stacks of small bills in her hands. "We made a total of 658.36 yuan today!"
Ji Wanmei laughed as well: "It's more than I expected."
Looking at so much money, Luo Chunyan felt that it was too easy to make.
Ji Wanmei added, "But don't be too happy yet. Many relatives and friends came to support us today. After tomorrow, without these friends and relatives supporting us, we will have to rely solely on passersby on the street and the high quality of our goods to attract customers. Selling won't be as easy as it is today."
Luo Chunyan nodded. She understood the reasoning, but she was still overwhelmed by the amount of money.
It made her think, if she could sell five or six hundred yuan worth of it every day, that would be a lot in a month…
My goodness, that's over 15,000.
Back in 1988, any household with 10,000 yuan in savings was considered wealthy in the entire village, town, and county.
Unexpectedly, Ji Wanmei's women's products store could make so much money in just one day.
Even after deducting the cost of goods, shop rent, and her labor costs, the profit is still around 100%.
After all, Luo Chunyan knew the purchase price of everything, and she knew that the profit margin was very high.
So, if we calculate it this way, a turnover of 600 yuan could theoretically yield a profit of about 300 yuan.
Earning over 10,000 yuan a month is not difficult.
Luo Chunyan's first reaction was regret. If she had known it was so profitable, she would have tried to borrow 500 yuan to invest in Ji Wanmei's principal.
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".
Now, all she can do is help Ji Wanmei run the store well so she can earn more commission each month.
If the shop does well, Ji Wanmei will definitely treat her well.
Luo Chunyan then handed the counted amount to Ji Wanmei: "Here, count it again yourself and see if the number is correct."
Ji Wanmei counted the numbers while watching Luo Chunyan, so she was naturally correct.
A little while later, Ji Xingguo came over from the factory after get off work to pick up Ji Wanmei so they could go home together.
"Meimei, you've had a busy day. Let's go back and rest."
Indeed, Ji Wanmei was busy from eight in the morning until six or seven in the evening, and her feet were starting to hurt.
She then asked Luo Chunyan, who was planning to finish cleaning before closing the door, to come along: "Let's go, we can do the cleaning tomorrow morning. You're tired today, go home and rest early."
After closing the shop, the group came out.
Knowing that Ji Wanmei's feet hurt, Ji Xingguo called a tricycle to take them back to the staff compound.
Before getting into the car, Ji Wanmei secretly glanced across the street.
Lei Tingjun was originally waiting across the street for Ji Wanmei to finish her day's work, and then he would find an opportunity to go over and meet her.
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