Jiang Manyue carried the clothes she had just made yesterday and came to the town with her cousin Wang Baozhu.
"Sis, this is my stall!"
Wang Baozhu pointed to the roadside opposite the supply and marketing cooperative. On both sides were small stalls for buying things.
There were no tall buildings in the town in 1983. The town was filled with rows of buildings that gave it a sense of age.
She remembered that this place was turned into a commercial street a few years later, and it became even more prosperous in the early 1990s.
Many people who invested in business here in the early years made money.
Jiang Manyue opened the package, took out a piece of clean cloth, spread it on the ground, and took out the clothes she had just made yesterday.
Wang Baozhu looked at the pants she made with a surprised expression: "Oh my God, sister, you made all this?"
"Is this a pair of jeans?" She picked it up and looked at it with shining eyes: "I've only seen this in the provincial capital."
"All the Hong Kong actresses in the movies wear this. It's very expensive in state-owned stores."
"No wonder you wanted to take my batch of denim yesterday. I didn't expect you could make jeans."
A batch of cloth was used to make eight pairs of jeans, which made Wang Baozhu very envious.
"Sister, this is amazing. Your work is prettier than those sold in state-owned stores."
Not only that, the jeans made by Jiang Manyue have the most popular flared style.
She wanted to purchase goods from the provincial capital before, but the price was too high and she just couldn’t bear to buy them at twenty yuan a piece.
I bought this batch of cloth and thought about finding someone to make one for me, but I didn't expect that Jiang Manyue would make it.
It was past nine o'clock and it was the weekend, so there were quite a few people on the street.
At present, they look more like small vendors who come here to practice setting up their stalls.
Jiang Manyue called out to passersby, "People coming from the south or the north, don't miss it if you pass by."
"Come and take a look at the most popular jeans. Instead of twenty dollars a pair, they're only fifteen dollars."
"You won't be cheated or fooled. The same jeans as Tony Leung Chiu Wai are the most popular right now."
“…”
Jiang Man imitated the shouting of those people in TV dramas and immediately attracted people who were shopping.
In order to attract business, she also asked Wang Baozhu to wear a pair of jeans as a model.
Although Baozhu has an average appearance, she has a tall figure. At 168 cm, she looks like a model.
This immediately attracted many young lesbians to look at him: "Wow, is this really a pair of jeans?"
"It's really the same denim bell-bottom pants as Tony Leung Chiu Wai's. They look so good in them, don't they?"
"I saw them in a state-owned clothing store in the provincial capital a few days ago. Such jeans cost at least 20 yuan."
"Oh, sister, you look so beautiful in this outfit. Do you have the same size as us?"
“…”
"Yes, all!" Jiang Manyue and Wang Baozhu looked at each other and greeted each other tacitly.
"I not only have jeans here, but also this white shirt. It's so fashionable when paired with it."
"The bell-bottom jeans are fifteen dollars, and I'll give you five dollars cheaper for the shirt."
"With this kind of outfit, it's definitely number one in our town."
Young people were crazy about it, and the eight pairs of jeans made by Jiang Manyue were sold out immediately.
The batch of goods that Wang Baozhu had purchased was also sold out quickly after the promotion.
There were also several lesbians who had bought some jeans and said with regret: "Sister, do you still have these jeans?"
"Yes, of course I have it. I'll come back tomorrow to sell it when I'm done."
"Really? That's great. It's a deal then. I'll be the first one to buy tomorrow."
Jiang Manyue counted the money in her hand with satisfaction. She sold eight pairs of jeans for 120 yuan.
Excluding the skirt and white shirt that Wang Baozhu sold, the cost of the fabric was 50 yuan.
So she made a net profit of 70 yuan in one night, which was more than she earned in a month at her previous job.
"Sister, you are really great!" Wang Baozhu looked at her with admiration in her eyes.
"Baozhu!" She handed the money to Wang Baozhu.
"I'll give you all the money I earned today. Go buy me some denim fabric."
I’ve lived this life over again and never thought selling clothes could be so violent.
She found the secret to wealth in an instant, and naturally could not miss such a good opportunity.
At this rate of making money, it won’t be long before they can rent the shop across the street.
"Okay, sister, leave it to me!" Wang Baozhu patted her chest excitedly: "I promise to complete the task today."
The street stall business was so good that it ended unexpectedly too quickly, so Jiang Manyue went to the central hospital to visit a patient.
The female comrade who was trapped at the back door was rescued and is still in hospital. The situation was so rushed at the time that I only have time to see her now.
When I arrived at the ward carrying an apple, I found that the girl lying on the bed had recovered a lot.
She looked much more energetic. Her hair was burned in the fire and now she has cut it into short hair.
The burns on the arm were quite serious and are still under treatment, but fortunately the person's life is not in danger.
When she saw Jiang Manyue, she was surprised and recognized her almost immediately: "Are you the sister who rescued me?"
“Hello, Comrade Qin Ran!” She smiled and nodded: “I feel relieved to see that you are okay.”
In her previous life, because Bai Wanrou faked her death and escaped, this poor girl died tragically and couldn’t live to this day.
She was originally an innocent passerby who was caught up in the accident. Jiang Manyue's saving her in this life can be regarded as compensation to her.
"The doctor said your burns aren't too large and you'll be able to be discharged in a few days."
She was extremely grateful: "Sister, you can just call me Ranran. If it weren't for you, I would have died in the fire long ago."
Qin Ran was a cheerful girl with two dimples when she smiled.
Seeing her, Jiang Manyue liked her inexplicably: "My name is Jiang Manyue. Qin Ran, don't you have anyone to take care of you?"
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