Chapter 42 How can you be so shameless?
The young woman, who was about to get married, leaned close to the woman and whispered, "Sister, when I went to Shanghai before, I saw people wearing similar clothes. When I asked, I found out they were all imported and very expensive."
Upon hearing this, Lin Baozhu's eyes flickered imperceptibly...
At this moment, the woman stepped forward and said with a smile, "Young man, is the price of these clothes the same as the two I just saw?"
Lin Baozhu sighed and said, "My goodness, this dress isn't made in China. My brother used his connections to import it from there. There's only one of these. If you want it, it'll cost at least this much..."
As she spoke, she spread her thumb and forefinger.
Open: "Eighty, no bargaining."
It wasn't that she was trying to raise the price; the main problem was that she hadn't considered that this clothing was a new trend in their eyes, and it was all imported. If that was the case, wouldn't selling it too cheaply make her seem foolish?
B?
"Can't it be any less?"
"Since you've already said it, how about I give you two pairs of red double happiness socks? Good things come in pairs, may you be happy and harmonious."
Lin Baozhu's sweet words flowed like beans, completely enticing the group. In the end, each person bought two dresses, and Lin Baozhu, in her delight, also gave each person a pair of socks as a gift.
They only brought ten dresses with them when they came out, and now that the fruit is sold out, they only have two dresses left. It's almost noon, so Lin Baozhu simply rolled up the coarse cloth on the ground and stuffed it into her basket: "Brother, we're not selling anymore, let's go home and have lunch."
Lin Sanlang breathed a sigh of relief. It was his first time at the black market, and he had been on tenterhooks the whole time. He was finally able to go home.
The brother and sister packed up their stall and took a long detour home. Along the way, she told Lin Sanlang some sales tips.
"Little sister, I think I've learned something. I'll try it myself this afternoon!"
"Okay, but we can't go to the black market today. Go to the residential compound area. Don't take the clothes there to sell for now. We'll sell mutton and apples instead..."
"good!"
The two returned to their rented courtyard, washed their faces, changed their clothes, and began counting the money. They were shocked to find that such a small amount of goods had sold for over 320 yuan. After calculating the profit, Lin Sanlang's breathing became rapid.
"Little sister, little sister, am I dreaming? We've earned nearly two hundred in just this morning? My goodness..."
"Third brother, if you work a little harder, try to become a ten-thousand-yuan household by the end of this year, then I won't have to work so hard!"
"At this rate of making money, it won't even be the end of the year. Come on, bro, I'll take you to a state-run restaurant for braised pork belly and braised pork knuckle..."
"Go away..."
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Pushing open the old-fashioned spring door painted entirely green, the rising steam carrying the aroma of soy sauce and meat wafted out.
The wall is covered with a yellowed copy of the "Service Agreement," and the slogan "Serve the people wholeheartedly" is displayed in a glass frame.
The eight-immortal tables were neatly arranged along the bluish-gray cement floor. The tabletops were worn with countless grayish-white round marks from the bottoms of enamel bowls, and the broken table legs were wrapped again and again with thick hemp rope.
The kitchen and the main hall were separated only by a wooden frame with a half-length plastic beaded curtain hanging on it. The sound of stir-frying in the iron pot mixed with the crackling of the coal stove.
The blackboard on the wall displays today's menu, with "braised pork" and "stir-fried three delicacies" marked in red chalk with fixed quantities. Behind the counter, the master chef, wearing sleeves, fiddles with an abacus.
Lin Baozhu looked at everything in front of her with curiosity and couldn't help but sigh. The environment and hygiene of this state-run restaurant were not even as good as ordinary restaurants in later generations, but such a small restaurant was always packed with people eating there.
"Hey little sister, find a seat, I'll go order."
Upon hearing this, Lin Baozhu found a corner to sit down. She took out her military water bottle from her bag and took two sips of diluted spiritual spring water. As the spring water went down her throat, a cool sensation spread through her body, making her squint comfortably.
Just then, a hushed voice came from the nearby table: "Sis, when can I go work at the machine factory? Why hasn't that Lin Erlang left yet?"
Lin Baozhu turned her head and saw a large, fat woman sitting opposite her, and a short, fat, and ugly man sitting directly opposite her.
"Don't worry, the experts from the city went to Beijing and couldn't install the machine tool properly. This delayed the shipyard's important work. If that happens, Lin Erlang will not only lose his job, but he might even be sent to a farm for reform through labor because of damaging state and collective property. Your brother-in-law has already made arrangements for all of this."
"Sister, you really are my sister. I'm counting on you for everything."
Lin Baozhu withdrew her gaze, suppressing the slight chill in her heart.
She had never understood why Director Zhang was targeting Lin Erlang, but now it seemed it was to make room for the dwarf next to him. Very well! Since that's the case, then don't blame her…
She lowered her eyes to hide the frost in them.
"Little sister, I ordered braised pork, pickled fish, and a serving of stir-fried potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers. If that's not enough, I'll order more for you." Lin Sanlang's words pulled her back to reality. She looked at the generous portions of food on the table and exclaimed that it was enough.
Lin Baozhu ate a piece of pork belly with a spoonful of rice, and it was so delicious that she couldn't help but squint her eyes.
It's so delicious!
No wonder those time-traveling women who arrive in the 70s and 80s always go to state-run restaurants for a meal; the food there is absolutely amazing.
"You bastard, are you blind? Do you know how much this outfit of mine is worth? You couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold it."
"same
Zhi, I was standing still, you bumped into me all of a sudden, and besides, the clothes I'm wearing aren't cheap..."
"Still being stubborn? Are you trying to get my attention? You poor, pathetic guy, do you even deserve it?"
Lin Baozhu turned her head and saw a familiar figure standing at the door, with a young man next to him explaining to the other person with a red face.
As for the one who was cursing, it was that fat woman from earlier.
She couldn't find an excuse to deal with the other party before, but now that the other party has handed her a handle, wouldn't she be letting herself down if she didn't use it to teach her a lesson?
"Whose wild boar escaped and tried to steal a son-in-law? Doesn't it have any self-awareness about its own appearance?"
Count? Even if there's no mirror at home, there's bound to be someone who pees, right? What's wrong with that young man that he'd try to get the attention of older women? Look at you, fat and bloated, you haven't missed a single meal, but your manners and upbringing haven't improved at all. What's wrong with you? So you're too old for anyone to want, so you're thinking of ripping off a young guy to take care of you? How can you be so shameless?
"Otherwise, we have laws in our country. See if I don't beat you up and that's it. It's like a toad trying to catch a frog—ugly on the outside but beautiful on the inside. With your tendency to slander people at the drop of a hat, you should be sent to a farm for reformation. The Revolutionary Committee should also thoroughly investigate your family; what kind of family could raise you into such a pig?"
Lin Baozhu smacked her lips, the woman's eyes glared angrily, her chest heaving violently, and her thick, white finger pointed at her as she cursed, "You little bitch, do you know who I am?"
"Oh my, that's funny. Why are you asking me who you are? You should ask your mother, or your father. You don't even know who your own father is, do you?"
Lin Baozhu clicked her tongue twice, her disdain piercing the woman's heart like a knife, making her blood boil instantly. She strode up to Lin Baozhu and raised her hand to slap her face...
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