"Jiang Manyue, that idiot, we're about to make a lot of money."
Zhao Chunlei finally revealed a smug smile: "That's right, Zhizhi, we will be rich soon."
Jiang Manyue couldn't help feeling a little surprised when she saw the two people leaving in a hurry.
Giving money after suffering a loss is not like the style of that woman Lin Yazhi at all.
But she didn't have that much time right now, she had to deliver the duck down quickly.
Fortunately, there was still time and the first batch of down jackets were soon ready.
The next day, Jiang Manyue immediately went to the clothing store to open for business.
Qin Zhenbei drove to the state-owned clothing store and delivered the fifty down jackets.
A sign was hung at the gate, and it read: New winter down jackets are on sale!
Many people stood at the door looking over here, and some who were curious came into the store to ask questions.
"Boss, what is a down jacket?"
"This is a down jacket!" Jiang Manyue hung the clothes in the most conspicuous place.
I also put on a long red down jacket to make it easier to show off.
"Look, this down jacket is filled with duck down, which is warmer and lighter than a cotton coat."
"Even if the weather is more than ten degrees below zero, you won't be afraid of the cold when you wear this."
"This design, in particular, is absolutely unique in the country."
Her recommendation immediately attracted the favor of many customers.
"Oh, this is so light and warm! This is called a down jacket. Let me try one."
"Boss, do you still have this long red dress you're wearing? I want to buy one too."
"I want two pieces. This is the first time I've seen such nice clothes. I won't be afraid of the cold when I put them on."
Jiang Manyue had already thought that once the down jackets were launched, they would definitely be popular.
I just didn't expect it to be so popular. More than 20 pieces were sold in a short time.
At this rate of purchase, she might have to call and order duck down right away.
Just at this moment, a woman wearing the same red down jacket walked in.
With a dissatisfied and provocative attitude, he asked, "Are you the owner of the clothing store?"
She looked Jiang Manyue up and down and said, "Finally I found you. You're selling fake goods here."
"What did you say?" Jiang Manyue was confused: "What fake?"
The woman's voice suddenly rose several decibels and she started accusing him without giving any explanation.
"The dress I'm wearing is real, yours is fake!"
Jiang Manyue looked at the two people wearing identical clothes, feeling inexplicably confused.
I just started selling my down jackets, how come people say they are fake?
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