Wan Feng did not sit in the truck bed. He had to sit next to Xiao Jun. One reason was that he could give Xiao Jun some psychological comfort, and the other was that he could lend a hand if something happened.
Although Xiao Jun was a little nervous when driving into the county town for the first time, he did not panic. After entering the county town, he was even more cautious and drove the car to the county hospital safely.
This place was not far from the construction site, so Wan Feng did not follow them but got out of the car to trade with Xia Qiulong.
Now Luan Feng's clothing supply has shifted to mainly clothes, and each delivery only contains ten or twenty pairs of pants, which are better than nothing.
The clothes are jackets of various styles, including some women's clothing.
The retail price of the clothes is five yuan, which is more than one yuan higher than the price of clothes in stores on the market, but it is still in short supply.
Luan Feng would no longer be bothered by making only a few cents for each piece of clothing she sent out, as the profit from each piece of clothing was finally over one yuan.
After the clothes were handed over, Xia Qiulong took out 1,300 yuan, which was the capital for the 100 watches that Wan Feng left last time. But then he took out another 3 million yuan and Feng was a little confused.
What's the situation with these three hundred yuan?
"You sold that tape recorder. Guess who you sold it to?"
Wan Feng was delighted to hear that Xia Qiulong had sold the tape recorder, but the second half of his sentence gave him a bad feeling.
"Are you selling it to my godfather Zhou Bingde again?"
Xia Qiulong laughed wickedly: "Hehehe, your godfather has money, why don't you sell it to him?"
"Fuck, big brother, you can't just keep plucking the wool off a sheep, right? If you keep going like this, my godfather will be plucked to pieces."
"Ah? Who is Geyou?"
Ge You… In 1980, Ge You was only in his twenties, and seemed to be in some art troupe. Few people in China knew him. There was no need to popularize this knowledge, so Wan Feng wisely did not explain it.
No matter who it was sold to, it was sold. Wan Feng took out 80 yuan from the 300 yuan and gave it to Xia Qiulong.
The originally agreed upon share cannot be changed.
"How many watches do you still have in your hand?" Xia Qiulong asked after taking the one hundred watches that Wan Feng brought this time.
Wan Feng thought for a moment and said, "There seem to be about 200 left. I don't think you can sell them all before New Year's Day."
"What? New Year's Day? It's still more than two months away. You really look down on us brothers! We brothers can only sell one watch on average now. You more than 20 people can only sell more than 20 watches a day. What are you going to do with 200 watches?"
Wan Feng calculated that more than 200 watches were sold out in just ten days.
"I'll buy more stock when you've sold most of it. I'll get more next week. Don't worry, the stock will be available."
"Get another tape recorder. This thing is a bit expensive. If it were priced like a digital watch, it would have sold like hotcakes."
Isn't this nonsense? If a tape recorder can be priced the same as a digital watch, the world will be crazy.
"Many young people who are getting married really want to buy it. Their eyes are full of passion, but unfortunately they don't have the money."
If you don't have money, you can only envy. Wan Feng can't help you. He said his name is Wan Feng, not Lei Feng.
Xia Qiulong has finished his work here, and it's time for him to go to the next one.
After leaving Xia Qiulong's house, Wan Feng went straight to Zhou Bingde's house with his bag. As soon as he reached the gate of his house, he heard Liu Wenzheng's "slutty" voice coming from the house.
Obviously this was coming from the tape recorder. Huaer had caught something interesting this time.
Wan Feng was not afraid of Huaer today because he brought her another piece of clothing, a sports casual outfit with red, white and black stripes.
Wan Feng dared to say that Huaer would like it at first sight, and once she liked it, countless female workers in their factory would like it too, and then the business would come again.
Bai Liyun’s role as a model has been utilized, and Zhou Bingde has also utilized it. Now it’s time to develop the value of flowers.
But is it really okay for me to use Zhou Bingde's family as models?
"Silly girl, now you have something to do. What's the point of listening to it all day long?"
As soon as Wan Feng entered the yard, he heard Bai Liyun's roar.
It is a terrible thing for a woman to reach menopause. When Huaer went out to play, Bai Liyun scolded her for not being home all day at such a grown-up girl. Now that she doesn't go out at home, she blames others for listening to music.
There is a saying that has misled many men, saying that women are made of water.
This is pure bullshit, and it's bullshit at that.
"Godmother, who are you angry with again?" Wan Feng asked knowingly with a smile when he came in.
"Xiao Wan is here, who else can he talk to? Your sister Hua'er. I don't know where your godfather got such a big radio from, and this damn girl listens to it all the time."
As soon as the door to the inner room opened, Huaer stuck her head out: "That's a tape recorder! A tape recorder! Not a radio."
"I know it's a tape recorder, I just like to say radio."
You see, it makes a lot of sense to say important things three times in later generations. Huaer only said it twice, so naturally her mother would not pay attention to it.
Will these two mothers start fighting?
"Hello, Sister Huaer."
"not good!"
People don't hit people who smile at them, but flowers don't care about that and don't even give smiling people a good face.
"Why is it not good? Tell me, brother, and maybe the problem will be solved."
"I wanted to go out and relax, but I had nothing to wear."
You little brat, you're trying to beat around the bush with me.
Wan Feng didn't say anything. He took off the backpack from his shoulder and put it on the kang. He unzipped it, pulled out a piece of clothing from it, and threw it over Huaer's head like a meteor.
"See if the troubling problem has been solved?"
Hua'er took it in a hurry, glanced at it with great joy, turned around and went back to the inner room, and the problem disappeared.
Wan Feng continued to take clothes out of the bag.
"Here are the remaining suits. There are seventeen left and I've brought them all. Please take a look, godmother."
"What else do you want? I'm sure you can handle the job with confidence."
Don't worry, it's the rule of business that you pay in person and receive the goods in person.
When Bai Liyun finished counting the quantity, Huaer came out with a red face. She was already wearing new clothes and even turned around twice in the middle of the floor.
"Conceited!" Bai Liyun gave an objective evaluation in two words without any hesitation.
"It looks good!" Wan Feng didn't let Hua'er's little face droop at the first moment.
"Sister Hua'er, if the sisters in your factory like the work you want to make, you can take it over. It's five yuan a piece and I'll give you a commission of fifty cents. I remember I asked you to do this last time, but it seems like you haven't received any clothes."
Hua'er was embarrassed: "I forgot last time, but the sisters in our factory really have something to do. Don't worry, I will not forget this time. I promise to get you a batch."
When Huaer left the house, Wanfeng followed her out. He was going to the textile printing and dyeing factory to purchase a batch of fabrics, and Yan Shihui promised to get him some dyes.
He wanted to use these dyes to dye the dematerialized cloth so that he could put it to good use.
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