026 You should use your brain
Forty eggs were given out and seven yuan and twenty cents were collected in return.
Gao Qinghe picked up the empty basket with one hand and handed the money to his grandmother with the other.
"Grandma, let's go find Mom and Miaomiao."
Old Mrs. Tian looked at the money in her hand, still a little unresponsive.
Sold out in less than five minutes?
Although the profit was 80 cents less than that from individual sales, Old Mrs. Tian knew that more and more people would come to sell eggs in the future.
Later on in the sales, the competition became fierce, and she had to lower the price in order to sell all the goods.
The money I earn by then will probably be about the same as it is now, but time will also be wasted.
Looking at her happy granddaughter, Old Mrs. Tian took out two cents and bought a fried bean cake on the street.
"It's a reward for my baby." Old Mrs. Tian said with a smile.
Gao Qinghe was surprised: "Thank you, grandma!"
I quickly gave my grandma a kiss on the face and ate the crispy fried bean cakes with both hands, feeling satisfied.
Just by watching her eat, Old Mrs. Tian felt as sweet as if she had drunk honey.
He whispered, "Eat quickly, don't let Miaomiao know."
Gao Qinghe nodded to show that he understood. Of course, he couldn't be discovered while eating alone.
After Gao Qinghe finished eating, the grandfather and grandson went to the sweet potato shop.
Huang Ying was weighing and checking out when Gao Qingmiao saw her sister and grandmother and ran out happily.
He sniffed and asked suspiciously, "Sister, what did you eat that smells so good?"
Gao Qinghe: "Do you want to drink the northwest wind?"
Gao Qingmiao didn't believe it and was sure that he would eat it all alone again!
Before he could ask any further questions, Huang Ying came out.
210 kilograms of sweet potato vermicelli were sold for 315 yuan.
Gao Qingmiao's eyes lit up and he wanted to ask for 15 yuan to buy a pair of sneakers.
Huang Ying gritted her teeth, took out forty-five yuan and handed it to Gao Qinghe, "Buy a pair for each of you three siblings."
Gao Qinghe refused, "I still have shoes to wear. Mom, let's go check on the piglets."
Money making money is the kingly way.
Gao Qingmiao almost didn't kneel down to his elder sister.
There is no harm without comparison.
Huang Ying looked at her sensible eldest daughter, and then at her son who was clamoring like a child to buy sneakers, and could only shake her head helplessly.
There is only one pig farm in the whole town, and all the piglets from the villages come from this farm.
But no one brought any piglets to sell today, so Gao Qinghe's plan to buy pigs had to be put on hold for the time being.
There are still many things to add to the house.
Gao Qinghe made an appointment with his mother and grandmother to meet at the entrance of the seed company in the town.
Gao Qingmiao, who still wanted sneakers, was dragged away and started walking on the street.
"Don't just think about your sneakers. When you make money, no one will care how many pairs you want to buy."
Gao Qinghe said as he walked, "Look at how others do business, which business is the best, and why."
"Also, what are these street vendors selling? What are the reactions from passersby?"
Seeing that his brother was still stupid, Gao Qinghe poked his arm in annoyance.
"You better use your brain!"
She gave Gao Qingmiao a warning look, saying, "Learn this and I'll only demonstrate it once."
Gao Qinghe squatted down in front of a stall selling small accessories.
She picked for a while, then picked up a plastic hairpin that was the most asked about and asked about its price.
The boss was amazed by her at first sight.
It was soon discovered that because Gao Qinghe stopped in front of the stall, several young girls also stopped in front of the stall.
The boss quickly took out the remaining hairpins of several colors and asked Gao Qinghe to try them out, while raising his voice and saying:
"I got this fashionable thing from the provincial capital, and it's only two yuan each. All the women in the city wear it, it's so fashionable!"
Get the goods from the provincial capital.
Although I don’t know whether this information is true or false.
But it shows that people like things from the provincial capital, so they promote it like this.
Gao Qinghe asked the boss if he could try it.
The boss was happy to let her try it on and wear it as she pleased.
He also did not forget to call the little girls who stopped by to come over and take a look.
"It's free to try, so give it a try. It's guaranteed to look good."
When the little girls saw Gao Qinghe wearing the hairpin, they were all attracted by how beautiful she looked.
The boss took out other styles of clips and asked Gao Qinghe to try them on, saying that he could only know which one was suitable for him after trying them.
In fact, they wanted to use her as a model for marketing purposes.
The effect was immediate, and more and more people gathered in front of the stall.
The girls thought that if they wore the same item, they could become as beautiful as Gao Qinghe.
After a while, three hairpins at two yuan each were sold.
A lot of other cheaper hair ties and small clips were also sold.
Gao Qinghe pretended to be curious and asked a lot of questions. The boss felt guilty and had to serve customers at the same time.
He talked a few words at a time, and before he knew it, all his secrets were about to be revealed.
In the end, Gao Qinghe didn't buy any hairpins.
Instead, the boss gave her a colorful hair tie worth three cents to express her gratitude.
The brother and sister walked towards the town entrance. Gao Qinghe played with the colored rope and concluded:
"The goods are bought from the city's wholesale market, and the most expensive purchase price is only half of the selling price."
"The selection of styles is average, the quality is poor, and the prices are too high. They are just selling them at the market to make them fresh, but there won't be any repeat customers."
Gao Qingmiao was still immersed in the small sensation caused by her eldest sister being a model.
If her sister wasn't around, who would buy a plastic hairpin for two dollars?
Gao Qinghe had different ideas.
"Fashionable people are willing to spend two dollars to buy a low-quality plastic hairpin, which shows that there is still a lot of room for improvement in the fashion market."
Just now, Gao Qinghe observed all the fashion-related stalls on the street.
The business of selling fashion is the best.
The second is the stall selling small accessories that young people like.
Moreover, she had not seen any of the popular products on sale in her memory.
And this is just the situation in one town; the market in the county town is even bigger.
Thinking of this, Gao Qinghe grabbed Gao Qingmiao who was walking forward.
"Tomorrow we'll go to the provincial capital!"
"So urgent?"
Gao Qingmiao was dumbfounded.
Are you really going to set up a street stall?
He is not mentally prepared yet.
Gao Qinghe laughed and said, "Seeing others pocketing piles of money, aren't you anxious?"
Gao Qingmiao swallowed his saliva. Who doesn't want to make money?
The question is, can you really make money by setting up a street stall?
Gao Qinghe pressed down her throbbing solar plexus and told her child to be patient in teaching.
With a light sigh, he quickly calculated for Gao Qingmiao the approximate revenue of the small jewelry stall today.
"Can you make forty or fifty dollars a day?"
Gao Qingmiao didn't believe it, "Just that little stall? Impossible..."
Gao Qinghe: "If you don't believe me, calculate it yourself!"
Gao Qingmiao immediately squatted down and picked up a stone to count on the ground.
After all, he has only graduated from junior high school, so he can calculate such a simple account quickly.
You won’t know until you calculate it, and you’ll be shocked once you do.
It turns out that setting up a street stall, which seems ordinary, can actually make so much money!
"How do we get to the provincial capital?"
Gao Qingmiao was embarrassed because the farthest place he had ever been to was the county town.
But when I think about going to the provincial capital, I get very excited.
Gao Qinghe said, "You can take the bus or train. We'll see the details when we get to the county town tomorrow."
Gao Qingmiao would never let down his guard at the critical moment, and nodded in assurance:
"Okay, sister, I'll listen to you!"
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