The two young men hurriedly put on their clothes, and they fit perfectly.
Jackets are generally quite loose, and there were no fat people on the streets in 1981, so there was almost no possibility of not being able to wear them. As long as you put them on, they would fit the same.
"Tell your friend to see if he's looking more energetic. If you had put on my clothes earlier, your wife would have been cheated. How could she have the time to fight? I'll give you a discount of one dollar on these two clothes, four dollars and fifty cents each."
The two young men also felt refreshed, so they sold the two pieces of clothing.
After selling the last two pieces of clothing, Wan Feng became a lonely man, with only the clothes hangers left on his clothes rack, which were thrown back and forth.
He glanced at his classmates and saw that although there were people in front of them, it was not crowded, so he did not go over, but came to Luan Ying's side.
Luan Ying and Shen Hongjun still have more than ten pieces of clothing that have not been sold.
"Have you sold all?" Luan Ying asked while measuring the size of a girl.
She not only sold clothes at the market, but also collected some clothes on the spot. She would go home and make these clothes and bring them back to the next market. This was also the idea given to her by Wan Feng.
So far, she has collected no less than ten pieces of clothes, pants and other items.
"I only brought 30 pieces of clothing. If I can't sell them all, I can still have food to eat when I get home."
Luan Ying couldn't help but giggle when she thought of the scene where her fierce sister didn't let Wan Feng eat.
With Wan Feng joining, Luan Ying's clothes were sold much faster. At around ten o'clock, only two pieces of clothing were left unsold.
Wan Feng was no longer needed for the two pieces of clothing, and the number of people on the couplet side began to dwindle, so Wan Feng began to inspect the results of the students' battles.
"Liu Jiang, how many sets did you sell?"
"Nine sets."
This result is already good, but Liu Jiang's expression does not seem happy.
"That damn idiot Zhuzi sold ten sets, and he actually sold one more set than me." This is why he was unhappy.
Bao Xiong, who was called Sha Zhuzi, laughed triumphantly on the side, and he really laughed like Sha Zhuzi.
Wan Feng came to Xu Bin's stall and asked, "How much did you sell?"
Xu Bin didn't even know how many sets he had sold, so he turned around to count the inventory.
"There are only five left, so that means fifteen units must have been sold."
“It wasn’t lost, was it?”
"I guarantee there aren't any. I've just put a sample set in front of me. I've copied down the words on the rest of the couplets just in case there's too many people to read them all. I'll show them the words in my little notebook and cross out each couplet I sell. Look, I have five left in this little notebook."
Human wisdom is truly infinite. They can come up with tricks to make things convenient for themselves.
Wan Feng was just saying it casually. There would be no stealing at all at the Black Lagoon market when it first opened.
The market is in its early stages now, and there is basically no stealing at the market. It was around 1990 that stealing began to appear at the market. The earliest one to appear was the British Commune Market, followed by the Black Lagoon Market.
These people who steal the episodes are not the ones who pay for the movies.
Those who steal money are mainly people who shop around the market, and these people who steal money are stall owners who specialize in selling stolen goods.
They formed gangs and acted in an organized and planned manner. Some provided cover, some moved the enemy away, and some even attacked each other when disputes arose.
There was nothing they didn't steal at the market, from clothes, shoes and hats to fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs. At first they used them themselves, then they started selling them and finally they even turned it into an industry.
At that time, Wan Feng was hanging around in the market and knew all this very well.
But there is no such worry now. People before the 1990s were still quite simple.
Seeing that it was time to disperse, Wan Feng ordered the stalls to be closed, and then sat on the tractor to count everyone's sales.
Everyone handed over the remaining goods and the money earned from selling them to Wan Feng for registration, and after the registration was completed, Wan Feng would settle the profits for them.
Overall, today's results were good. Among the 28 people, the one who sold the least sold eight sets, and the ones who sold the most were Jiang Jun, Xu Bin and Tan Chun.
Jiang Jun sold 18 units, Xu Bin and Tan Chun sold 16 units each. The majority of people sold more than ten units, and only less than ten people sold less than ten units. A total of more than 300 units were sold.
Wan Feng was very satisfied with the results of the market on the third day of the Lunar New Year. If it were around the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, the number would have to increase several times.
These people made a dime for every set they sold, and Wan Feng distributed the profit to each of them, with the most getting one dollar and seventy-eight, and the least getting eighty or ninety cents.
"Don't spend money as soon as you get home. Don't blame others if you don't have any money saved by the New Year."
For those students who have never sold anything before, they are naturally very happy to earn a few cents with their own hands today. Their fathers working in the team can't earn a few cents in a whole morning or even a whole day.
That’s all for today, now I have to plan for tomorrow.
"Tomorrow is the Gushan market. Gushan is not far from our Jiangwei Brigade. I won't be driving the tractor tomorrow because the Na River is difficult to cross. Everyone should try to gather at the Wahou Brigade Headquarters around 7 o'clock. We will walk there. The Zhou family and Dashutun people have to leave early in the morning, so we won't have anyone waiting for you at 7 o'clock."
After Wan Feng finished his statement, he looked up at Shen Hongjun's stall across from him.
Shen Hongjun also closed his stall and invited Wan Feng to his house for dinner.
He and his entire group went to Shen Hongjun's house for dinner? Are you kidding!
Wan Feng declined Shen Hongjun's invitation to have dinner at his house, started the tractor and took these people home.
We returned to Jiangwei and dropped off the students who were going home along the way. When we got back to Wahou, only the students from Wahou and Shanhou were left in the car.
As usual, Wan Feng left a few people to sort the goods in the afternoon, and then parked the tractor in front of Luan Feng's house.
Luan Feng also ran out of the workshop like a tractor. When she saw Wan Feng coming down with an empty bag, her eyes were filled with smiles, and she stretched out her hand to wait for the money.
So he got a slap from Wan Feng.
Wan Feng slapped Luan Feng's hand and added a three-word comment: "You're useless!"
Luan Feng giggled: "I've heated up the food for you, go and eat it."
Wan Feng didn't hesitate and went into the house to eat.
Luan Feng also followed him into the house, opened the lid of the pot and took out the steaming rice from the pot.
Cornmeal pancakes stewed with sauerkraut, and a few pieces of steamed salted fish.
Wan Feng squatted beside the stove and picked up a pancake, and unexpectedly found that Luan Feng also picked up the chopsticks.
"You didn't eat either?"
"How am I supposed to eat if you don't come back?"
Silly girl, will you still be hungry if I come back in the afternoon?
The two of them squatted on the stove and ate like two cats. Luan Feng looked at Wan Feng while eating, which made Wan Feng feel uncomfortable as if he had lice.
"Eat and don't look at me!" He stared at the food so hard that he couldn't swallow it.
"I just watch. It's not illegal for me to watch my man."
Wan Feng choked on the pancake as he tried to eat it. This woman was here to cause trouble on purpose.
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