065 Accumulation of Original Capital
"How much is this button?"
Gao Qinghe pointed at the colorful and beautiful buttons in the box and asked.
The middle-aged woman selling buttons smiled and replied, "We have one cent, five cents, ten cents, and fifty cents. Which one do you want?"
Gao Qinghe picked a spherical one with a peony flower inside the transparent ball.
"What about this?"
"Fifty cents, two."
Afraid Gao Qinghe would find it expensive, the woman explained, "We originally exported these buttons. They could be sold overseas for two or three yuan each. Now you can get two for fifty cents, so there's no profit anymore."
Gao Qinghe picked up the shell-shaped one and asked, "What about this one?"
"This one is cheaper, only one cent each."
Although it is made of plastic, the paint surface looks like real shells and it looks very textured.
The other buttons are all very nice and well made, similar to those used on high-end clothing in big shopping malls.
In his previous life, Gao Qinghe didn't care about these things produced at his doorstep at all.
I didn't expect that when I took a look at it now, I was surprised to find that the things produced by the factory next to my home are so good.
Even though the button factory is in danger now, in her memory, it went bankrupt several years later than the flour mill.
It seems that the new factory manager read the news in the newspaper and decided to personally bring the goods to a major southern city to participate in a clothing fair.
The large order received at the meeting extended the life of the button factory by several years.
But that was after 1991.
The new factory manager hasn't arrived yet.
Gao Qinghe suddenly remembered the newspaper he read two days ago.
She had just seen the word "clothing fair" in the newspaper.
"Give me twenty shell buttons," said Gao Qinghe.
Grandma should be able to use it when making clothes.
The woman wrapped the button in waste homework paper and handed it to Gao Qinghe, "Two cents."
Gao Qinghe paid the money and took the button back to the compound.
As soon as I entered the door, I looked for the newspaper I had read two days ago.
"Sister, what are you looking for?"
Gao Qingmiao, who was ironing clothes, asked in confusion.
"Where's my newspaper? I bought it at the train station. Have you seen it?"
Gao Qingmiao thought for a moment, put down the iron, walked into his room, and found two newspapers sandwiched between a pile of goods.
"Is this it?"
Gao Qinghe took it and saw the news about the Second Guangdong Clothing Fair.
Nodding happily, "That's it!"
"What good news makes you so happy?" Gao Qingmiao also came over to see.
Gao Qinghe pointed to the exhibition page and said, "The clothing exhibition will be held at the Expo Plaza in Guangdong City from April 1st to April 5th, for five days."
Gao Qingmiao nodded, "And then?"
What does this have to do with them?
Gao Qinghe paused for only two seconds, slammed the newspaper on the table, and said, "I want to go!"
"Huh? Why aren't you surprised at all?"
Gao Qinghe just realized that his silly brother looked so calm.
Gao Qingmiao: "You're used to it, sister. Even if you say you want to go to America, I think it's normal."
Gao Qinghe kicked him angrily and said, "Get lost."
Gao Qingmiao quickly went to iron clothes, calculating the time by himself.
"There are still ten days until April 1st. There haven't been many sunny days lately. I don't know if I can sell all the clothes in this short time. Oh, by the way, sister, how long does it take to get from here to Yue City?"
Gao Qinghe specifically circled the page for the trade show with a pen, "One day and one night."
"Forget it, I'm going to go by myself, so you stay here and set up the stall."
This time Gao Qingmiao was not calm.
It’s so chaotic outside, what if something happens to my elder sister if she goes there alone?
Gao Qinghe: "Don't be nervous, it's not confirmed yet. I have to go to the button factory first."
"Button factory? Sister, aren't you going there to pick up the goods?" Gao Qingmiao was even more confused.
What is the connection between a button factory and a clothing trade fair?
Gao Qinghe briefly explained the importance of a good button in clothing production.
Gao Qingmiao didn't quite understand.
"So, big sister, are you going to help the button factory sell buttons?"
Gao Qinghe snapped his fingers and said, "Congratulations, you got the answer right!"
"Do you know what the hardest step is to make a lot of money?"
Gao Qingmiao shook his head.
Gao Qinghe said: "It is the accumulation of primitive capital."
"Based on the current pace of our street stall, it will take more than half a year for me and my sister to earn our first ten thousand yuan."
"But if you're selling buttons, the time can be shortened to one month."
"Also, it's best not to put all your eggs in one basket."
"You've already gotten the hang of setting up a street stall. All you have to do next is keep it steady and choose the right products, and you can maintain a stable income."
"And I, your sister, will blaze a new trail!"
Those who have been reborn know that there are many opportunities in this era.
But not everyone has the conditions to catch the trend.
It would be fine if there was no chance at all, but now there is an opportunity right in front of him. Gao Qinghe will never allow the opportunity to slip away from his hands!
However, meeting the leader of the button factory who can make the final decision is a big problem for people like them who have no connections or foundation in the city.
"It's going to be sunny tomorrow, so let's open the stall first."
Gao Qinghe quickly changed his mindset, patted his butt, stood up, and prepared to iron clothes together.
Gao Qingmiao hurriedly shouted, "Stop! Go play by yourself!"
He couldn't afford to burn a suit of clothes.
Gao Qinghe spread his hands: "Okay, then I'll go buy dinner."
Gao Qingmiao yelled again, "The food outside isn't clean. Go buy some groceries. You know how to buy groceries, right? I'll get the chicken grandma fried and heat it up for dinner."
After saying that, he became even more worried, so he turned off the iron and decided to go with Gao Qinghe.
Gao Qingmiao was bargaining with the old men and women in the vegetable market.
Gao Qinghe was holding the fried dough twist candy he had bought, standing in a clean place, eating it with relish.
Remotely control my brother from time to time.
"Buy some soft tofu! I want to eat it."
Gao Qingmiao couldn't help but worry.
If Brother Jiang knew what my elder sister was like, would he want to break up with her?
After buying the vegetables, the brother and sister went home.
Gao Qingmiao reminded him, "I've made an agreement with the vegetable vendor. Next time you come to buy vegetables, just tell me your name and he'll prepare the onions, ginger, garlic, and other vegetables for you."
Gao Qinghe: "I don't need to touch the mud, right?"
"Need not."
"What about the meat? It's so greasy I don't want to touch it."
"We've agreed to let the pork seller pick the best for you. You can get as many kilograms as you want."
"Oh, that's alright."
After returning home, Gao Qingmiao rolled up his sleeves and started busying himself in the kitchen.
In fact, he doesn't cook often, but since he has a great ancestor at home, he has to do it anyway.
Eating out every day was so expensive that it hurt him.
Vegetables in the city were also expensive. Gao Qingmiao secretly figured that when he wasn't setting up his stall, he could dig up some soil outside the city and grow some vegetables in his backyard, saving him some money.
Just make do with it for now, and go home every few days to pick some vegetables from your own vegetable garden.
A young man in his early 18s was worrying about the family's food and drink like an old man.
Seeing Gao Qinghe eating and being picky without any psychological burden.
The system couldn't help but feel pity for Gao Qingmiao, this poor and kind young man.
However, the young man who was loved by it just took out a pen and paper silently.
Write down each of your sister's suggestions for improvement.
system:【......】
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