Du Chen arranged the books, flipping through them to get a rough idea of what the content was like. The supplementary books were the same ones he'd chosen before, and with Du Bin and Ding Miaomiao's promotion in the class, more and more people were buying them.
More than half an hour later, Comrade Lao Du returned his bicycle after returning it, and Du Chen and his mother and son had just finished putting away the goods that had been brought in today.
Several people washed their hands and prepared to eat. Du Chen took advantage of the free time to ask about the morning's purchases.
"Son, do you think we can sell the 15 Walkmans we brought in? Your dad and I wanted 10 at first, but the female boss only charged us 60 for 10. Later, we asked for 15, and she only charged us 55." Du Chen's mother asked with some concern.
This purchase took away all the money I earned this week, and I put in over 500 more. My family savings are almost gone.
"No problem, Mom. Don't worry, I'm here for you."
Du Chen was not worried about not being able to sell it, but he was worried about whether he could sell it in a short time. Doing business requires a capital chain, and only by quickly recovering funds can one become bigger and better.
"The tapes cost one dollar and eighty cents each. We bought fifty of them. The songs are all selected based on the ones you wrote." Du Chen's mother added.
Last night, Du Chen wrote down a list of recent Hong Kong and Taiwan songs from memory and asked his parents to choose tapes based on the song titles he'd given. These days, domestic music is mostly a hodgepodge of pirated copies, with single albums rarely available. Du Chen wasn't sure if some of his songs were still available, but if he chose roughly what he'd written, he was confident they'd sell quickly.
"I'll check the tapes after dinner. Fifty of them are going to sell well. I'll come up with an idea later and try to sell out all the tapes and Walkmans as soon as possible!"
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