Lin Xiaocui and Han Lei talked until very late before leaving the store.
Although it was their first time chatting, they found they shared similar interests and had a very pleasant conversation.
Lin Xiaocui is still living in Lu Wanqing's courtyard house. It takes at least an hour to get from the hotel to the courtyard house. There are no buses running at night, so the two of them walk side by side on the tree-lined path.
The dim streetlights stretched their shadows, making the already long road seem even longer.
It was almost midnight when Lin Xiaocui bid a reluctant farewell to Han Lei at the courtyard gate.
Their conversations along the way consisted mainly of national affairs and strange tales, without mentioning any personal feelings. However, both of them knew that some feelings had already taken root in their hearts.
"You should go back now, it's getting late," Lin Xiaocui urged him.
Han Lei was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled broadly and said in a deep voice:
I'll call you tomorrow.
The two had already exchanged office phone numbers, and had originally agreed to only call if there was something urgent. However, his suggestion to call tomorrow hinted at a romantic connection.
Lin Xiaocui didn't hesitate and said with a smile, "Okay!" before turning around and pushing open the courtyard gate.
Han Lei watched her close the door before leaving, turning back every few steps.
After Lin Xiaocui went inside, she peered out through a peephole for a long time before turning around with a smile.
"What are you looking at?"
Lin Ye's suspicious voice rang out from behind.
Lin Xiaocui quickly turned around and patted her chest, saying:
"Brother, why didn't you make a sound behind me? You scared me to death!"
"I coughed several times, you just didn't hear me. Why are you so late getting home today? You didn't even call."
Lin Ye said irritably, "Even if I come back late, I'll call ahead of time."
Today was even worse; he didn't come home this late, and I almost had to go out and look for him.
"Don't worry, someone brought me back. Brother, I'm going to sleep now." Lin Xiaocui yawned and hurriedly went back to her room.
She was afraid that if Lin Ye kept asking questions, she wouldn't be able to handle it.
However, despite having a wonderful dream all night, Lin Xiaocui still couldn't escape the fate of being gossiped about.
The next day at breakfast, Lu Wanqing and Zhao Xiaolan ganged up on her, while Lin Chunhua watched leisurely from the sidelines.
"Alright, I confess. The person who brought me back yesterday was Teacher Han, who is also Luo Chunlei's teacher."
Lin Xiaocui puffed out her cheeks as if surrendering.
Lu Wanqing opened her mouth wide and burst into laughter.
"So that's why you didn't date Chunlei. Turns out you like someone like Han Lei, who's six or seven years older than you."
"Oh, I'm not dating him yet, but we just get along well. I'm popular with guys, and I can talk to anyone."
Lin Xiaocui was quite pleased with herself.
Lu Wanqing agreed with this point. In the past, Wang Xu and Luo Chunlei had always been around her, and now she had another teacher.
There are no unmarried young men in the newspaper office; if there were, they probably wouldn't be able to get along with her.
"I know you're popular, but I've never seen you come home this late before!"
Elaine Chao looked at her with a smile in her eyes.
Actually, ever since she started secretly dating Han Dongsheng, she has been in a great mood every day, and she has realized how happy it is to have a soulmate.
She didn't object to Lin Xiaocui dating at all, but she never expected that this time her potential partner might be a member of the Han family.
It must be fate. Lin Xiaocui has been in Beijing for more than four years, and I had never heard of her being close to anyone in the Han family before. Even when I took her to parties, she would make excuses to leave early. Now, she suddenly started chatting with Han Lei.
"Auntie, I know about your relationship with the old lady. I will be careful about my relationship with Han Lei. We really get along well, and who knows what will happen in the future!"
Lin Xiaocui quickly ate a mouthful of rice, left a comment, and made an excuse to go to work.
The remaining people exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.
This time, the little girl is finally getting it.
......
The clothing store was operating smoothly, and Lu Wanqing spent her time helping out at the store, except for finishing her graduation thesis at school.
The thesis is progressing smoothly. My professor is very attentive, and I'm sure there won't be any problems with the defense.
However, having already saved 100,000 yuan, it would be a waste to just leave it in the storage space; I should find new ways to make money.
Therefore, she carried a small bag and went to Dong'an Market for inspection.
She is also interested in doing wholesale.
They source goods directly from manufacturers and then wholesale them to individual vendors, earning the price difference between the two.
This is mainly about volume. The profit per garment will definitely not be as high as that of terminal retail, but as long as the quantity can be increased, the income will actually be more than that of opening a store.
Moreover, with the booming economy, people have raised their requirements for all aspects of life, including clothing, housing, and transportation. The old concept of "new clothes for three years, old clothes for three years, and patched clothes for another three years" has come to an end, and the demand for clothing will experience explosive growth.
When individual businesses flourish, sourcing directly from manufacturers will become both slow and uneconomical.
At this time, the wholesale markets that had already sprung up in Guangzhou would also take root and flourish here.
Dong'an Market is currently the largest stall area near Wangfujing, and it has great potential to become a wholesale market in the future.
As she walked among the various scattered stalls in the market, she could still see the difference between Beijing and Guangzhou.
This place is completely disorganized; vendors simply grab a spot and start selling their goods.
There was a noisy bargaining atmosphere, and the constant shouts of vendors. Many people came to look at and select goods, but the scene seemed chaotic and disorganized.
She hadn't walked far when Ah Biao's stall appeared in front of her.
"How much are these bell-bottoms?" Lu Wanqing asked calmly, assuming that A Biao wouldn't recognize her at all.
Ah Biao greeted them warmly:
"Comrade, do you want to buy the men's or women's size? The men's is ninety, and the women's is sixty. There's a lot of competition now, so we're clearing out our stock."
Lu Wanqing chuckled softly after hearing his words:
Would you sell it for fifty?
"I really can't sell them. I have to pay 55 yuan for each one when I buy them."
Ah Biao's heart skipped a beat. How could this person have driven the price down to the edge of the purchase price as soon as he arrived?
Bell-bottoms, like other clothes, are no longer very profitable.
He couldn't help but think of the young man who once wholesaled two thousand pairs of pants in one go.
If he sells all of that batch of goods, he'll make a fortune.
And I have to work hard every day to hawk my wares and earn a meager living.
"If you sell fifty pairs, I might consider buying all the pants you have on hand."
Lu Wanqing's words brought A Biao back to his senses.
He gritted his teeth and readily agreed, "Fine, I have two hundred more. Can you take them all?"
Lu Wanqing took out 10,000 yuan from her pocket.
I'll buy a batch and sell them as part of a clothing store; fifty yuan isn't too expensive.
Going to buy the goods myself would take up too much time.
Ah Biao never imagined that he would unknowingly become a wholesaler.
After Lu Wanqing left, he calculated the profit from selling clothes and was pleasantly surprised to find that wholesaling clothes was more profitable than retailing!
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