Wan Feng was also puzzled. Ever since he started his business, whether he was selling popsicles, fish, or even melons, everything went smoothly. Why was it that selling clothes was not doing well?
Is it possible that I can only sell imported goods? Is it possible that I have a foodie in my blood?
Aren’t you greedy yourself?
After thinking about it, a question emerged in Wan Feng's mind: Is it because he is a child?
Although he is now almost 1.5 meters tall, he obviously still looks like a teenager.
A teenager selling clothes was indeed a little strange in Da Rao's eyes. If Mrs. Xia were to try it instead, there might be unexpected results.
Wanfeng hiked along the side of the road.
"Sister-in-law, come up and try."
Xin Li was a little flustered: "Ah, can I do it?"
"Just ask like I did just now. Don't be embarrassed. You can't be embarrassed in business. I think your sales results will definitely be better than mine."
As the saying goes, changing hands is like changing knives. Changing an adult might have a better effect.
Wan Feng took out another red children's clothing from his backpack and handed it to Xin Li along with the pants in his hand.
Xin Li stood by the roadside with a pair of pants draped over her left arm and a piece of children's clothing in her right hand, feeling quite confused.
This was the first time in more than thirty years that she had been out in public, standing on the street selling things. She always felt that the gazes of people on the street were like needles piercing her body, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
She turned around and looked at Wan Feng for help.
"Take a deep breath and relax. Even though many people are looking at you, no one will recognize you after this. It's just like when you go to the store to buy something, it's just a change of roles. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It will be fine."
Wan Feng encouraged Xin Li.
Xin Li took a deep breath and indeed felt her heartbeat slow down a little.
Just when she was about to muster up the courage to ask a woman passing by, a woman not far away uttered a sound of "eh".
"Hey, big sister, where did you buy this kid's clothes? This style is really nice."
This was a woman who looked slightly younger than Xinli, with an empty cloth bag hanging in her arm.
To Xin Li, this voice was like the sound of universal praise, saving people from suffering.
She immediately sorted out her feelings and organized her words.
"Sister, this dress is not sold on the market. I designed and processed it myself. It's two dollars a piece. Take a look."
The woman was surprised when she heard this: "Did you design and process it yourself?"
"Here's what happened. I worked at a textile printing and dyeing factory. I retired due to illness and couldn't make ends meet with nothing to do at home. I was forced to do this and decided to make some clothes and sell them to make a living. Look at these, girl. The quality is guaranteed."
Wan Feng was stunned as he listened behind Xin Li. What a genius! He was born to be a businessman.
Selling emotions to gain sympathy has a market no matter which year or generation, and it is also very practical.
People always have kindness and sympathy in their subconscious, especially in the 1980s when this mentality was quite common. To gain sympathy is to take advantage of this mentality of people.
After Xin Li said this, the woman really came to Xin Li and stretched out her hands to fiddle with the children's clothes, trying to see how well it was made.
"School is about to start, and I want to buy my daughter some new clothes, but the styles in the store are always the same, and they are very expensive."
"It's our duty to buy clothes for children. We adults can suffer a little, but we can't make it hard on the children. We can't let them feel inferior to others when they go to school." Xin Li echoed, just like two housewives gossiping about family matters.
"The style of your clothes is exactly what I want. My daughter is in the second grade and is now nine years old. I wonder if it's too big for her? It looks like a size zero to me."
"My clothes can be worn from seven or eight years old to twelve or thirteen. It's better to be a little bigger, as they get cold quickly. A little bigger is warmer and can be worn for two more years. If you have more at home, you can wear them even younger. I have other styles and patterns in this bag. Would you like to take a look?"
"Are there any other colors?"
Xinli opened her backpack and took out some children's clothes.
The woman was a little dazzled.
"Wow! This dress has embroidered patterns on it. This one is good, and this one is good too. They're all beautiful, all beautiful! I really want to buy them all. Oh! I want the one with the chest embroidery... What kind of shit is this embroidered on?"
Wan Feng stretched his head and saw that the pattern embroidered on the chest of the children's clothing was a husky with its head tilted and a fierce look on its face.
"Girl, this dog is a bit fierce. Why don't you try this panda? Pandas are so cute."
"I want it, I want it. The more fierce the better, the more fierce the better! So that the children won't be bullied."
Will others not bully a husky on clothes?
If a woman knew that Huskies only look scary but are actually worthless, I wonder how she would feel.
The woman took out two dollars and gave them to Xin Li, folded the clothes and put them into a cloth bag she picked up, and left happily.
Xin Li was a little dazed holding the two dollars. It was sold just like that?
"Brother, I sold one."
Anyway, it's open.
"Sister-in-law, just do it this way. That's how business is done. If you trade more emotions for sympathy, you'll sell better."
“Selling feelings?”
"Just make yourself look as miserable as possible, the more miserable the better, so that you can gain more sympathy, and customers will pay you to comfort you."
Xin Li smiled silently. This brother's brain is really different from others.
The success of this transaction gave Xin Li great confidence, and Xin Li became obviously more confident.
"Big sister, are you buying some pants and clothes for the kids? They're only two dollars each, definitely a steal."
"Brother, would you like to buy some pants? They're two dollars a pair and I guarantee they'll fit you."
"Actually, I have no choice. I retired due to illness, and my husband's legs are broken and he's lying on the kang at home. I have two children below me and two elderly people above me..."
Xin Li is indeed talented in business, and she was able to graft He Yanhua's experience onto herself without any sense of incongruity.
Although the business was not as busy as before, she still sold one or one item every few days. By ten o'clock, Xin Li had sold four pairs of pants and four children's clothes.
This result is already quite magnificent.
"Sister-in-law, we should move to another place. We can't stay in the same place all the time."
"Where are we going?"
"Is there a larger factory nearby with more female workers?"
Xin Li thought for a moment and said, "Apart from our textile printing and dyeing factory, which has more female workers, the only other factory with more female workers is probably the winery."
Why are there more women working in wineries?
Hongya Winery is very famous in the region, and the aged wines they produce are quite well-known within a radius of 300 miles.
“Why are there so many female workers in wineries?”
"If there were more male workers, the amount of alcohol they would drink in a year would be enough to make a lot of money."
This explanation is a bit nonsensical, but it is also reasonable.
"Then go to the winery."
The winery is located northwest of the Second Department Store, on the road from Nandapo to Miaoling. There is a mottled gate with a signboard with the words "Hongya County Winery" in large letters on it.
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