Sales never fell below 20,000. The anniversary sale, originally planned for five days, ended up lasting a full seven days. When it ended, Chu Yu and Shen Zhuyu both breathed a sigh of relief.
The total sales amount was 153,540 yuan.
When the figure was presented, the people doing the accounting in the room fell silent.
Everyone wants to make money, but making too much money can be troublesome. The largest denomination is only 10 yuan, and ordinary people have plenty of small bills in their pockets. When buying clothes worth 250 yuan, they might use a few cents to round it up.
Chu Yu doesn't care about the money she earns every day, as it's enough to make a bed. However, Shen Zhuyu is so worried that she can't sleep. The store has 50,000 yuan left for inventory and can also take out 100,000 yuan for profit sharing. If Shen Zhuyu takes 30%, that's 30,000 yuan. She can get her capital back and even make a profit of 10,000 yuan. Who wouldn't be happy?
"Chu Yu, you slapped me? Am I dreaming?"
Chu Yu patted the back of her head, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts! It hurts so much!" Shen Zhuyu just kept grinning foolishly.
Having made money, Shen Zhuyu felt at ease. Chu Yu wanted to start a fabric business, which Shen Zhuyu used to think was unrealistic, but now she was eager to try it.
When Chu Xiang returned home and told Shu Hui about it, Shu Hui was so frightened that she almost ripped the roof off.
"How many?"
"We sold 150,000 worth of goods. My sister kept 50,000 for inventory and split the remaining 70,000!"
Shu Hui didn't believe it until Shu Aiguo dragged the money back in a suitcase and sack, locked it with a large iron chain, and watched over it every step of the way. Only then did Shu Hui begin to believe it.
"Second brother, is there really that much money?"
Shu Aiguo's hand was trembling as he smoked, which was considered an admission. He was lucky to earn twenty yuan a month by toiling in the fields of Shanguan Village. He thought he was making enough money by opening a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop, but then he started raising quails and opening a furniture store.
Although it doesn't matter to him whether the clothing store makes a lot of money or not, his niece makes money running a clothing store, so why would she lose money running a furniture store? Furniture is priced no lower than clothing, so it might just take off and make 20,000 yuan in sales a day.
Chu Yu and Shen Zhuyu both wanted to deposit the money. 100,000 yuan was no small sum, and they didn't dare to drag a truckload of money to the bank, so they could only ask Dai Donglin for help.
Dai Donglin knew Chu Yu was making money, but he didn't expect her to be making this much. It had only been a few days, and he still vividly remembered Chu Yu selling quail eggs and night-shining sand. In the blink of an eye, she had so much savings.
The staff member Dai Donglin introduced to them was surnamed Huang, the section chief of the post office. Section Chief Huang was very enthusiastic towards Chu Yu, and after briefly inquiring about the source of the money, he didn't say anything more.
Chu Yu naturally didn't tell him that she was the boss of Mandarin. These days, any little thing can be spread like wildfire. Mandarin caused a sensation in Deyang. If the news that Chu Yu made 70,000 yuan in seven days after opening her store got out, the whole of Deyang would probably know that her clothing store was making money.
Keep your wealth private and live a low-key life.
Since becoming section chief, Huang has never seen such a large amount of deposit. Let alone an individual, even a state-owned factory might not make 70,000 yuan in profit in a year!
People have no money, and banks can't attract deposits. It's rare to have so much money. Section Chief Huang tried his best to persuade them: "The interest rate is 9% for one year and 12% for three years. If you deposit it for one year, the interest alone will be 6,300, which is more than enough to feed your whole family for five years! If you deposit it for three years, the interest will be even higher. Would you like to deposit it for one year or three years?"
The high deposit interest rate sounded very attractive, but Chu Yu wasn't tempted at all. How stupid would she be to put her money in the bank? Money depreciates so quickly; 70,000 yuan sounds like a lot, but it won't be worth much in a few years.
Buying a courtyard house for tens of thousands of yuan can be worth hundreds of millions in twenty or thirty years. This rate of return is no better than putting money in the bank.
Chu Yu refused.
Shen Zhuyu originally wanted to deposit the money in the bank to earn interest, but Chu Yu refused. Although she didn't know why, she figured following Chu Yu was always the right thing to do, so she also refused.
Section Chief Huang was extremely disappointed; that was 100,000 yuan! He wanted to continue persuading him, but Dai Donglin chuckled and offered him a cigarette.
"Section Chief Huang, if my wife doesn't want to put money in a fixed deposit account, then so be it. She's a very opinionated person, and I can't make her decide for herself. Please don't make me kneel on a washboard when I get home! Here's what I'll do: I'll get a few of my buddies to deposit more money with you next month!"
Section Chief Huang was surprised by his courtesy, and even more surprised by Chu Yu's high standing in front of this young master. He was like a wife and a washboard—he wanted to marry the girl.
Section Chief Huang's father and Secretary Zuo's family were old acquaintances, and he knew a little about Dai Donglin. This young master was no ordinary person; he was a genuine second-generation member of the Beijing elite circle. For someone with such a family background to find a wife in Deyang, this girl had truly risen to a high social status.
Section Chief Huang smiled and said, "Donglin, why are you being so polite with me? I just think the deposit interest rate is high, and it would be a pity not to deposit it. Of course, whether or not to deposit it depends on Comrade Zhou's opinion. Now the country is encouraging individual businesses and private enterprises, and our bank is also cooperating with the national policy."
After Section Chief Huang finished speaking, he asked two clerks to count the money. It was not easy to count all the money in the truck; it took almost an hour to count it all.
All three of them were covered in sweat.
"Exactly seventy thousand, that's right, here's your passbook."
"This is Comrade Shen's bankbook!"
This was Chu Yu's first savings account in the 1980s, so it was naturally a different story. With a house, savings, and a supportive partner, life was simply wonderful.
"I'll treat you to dinner," Chu Yu said with a smile.
Dai Donglin smiled and patted her head, "Where do you want to eat?"
A new hand-pulled mutton restaurant has opened in Deyang. The restaurant is decorated in an exotic style and is the most popular restaurant in Deyang. It is said that the sheep are all transported from Inner Mongolia and are different from ordinary sheep in the mainland, without the mutton smell.
The three had just sat down when the manager of the mutton restaurant came over. The mutton restaurant adopted a fusion of Chinese and Western styles; there were waiters greeting guests outside, and inside, everyone from the head waiter to the waiters wore black suits, and the chef even wore a tall hat like a foreigner, perfectly capturing the sophisticated atmosphere.
The manager nervously put on a suit and said respectfully, "Young Master Dai, why didn't you let me know you were coming? I could have prepared some good mutton for you."
Dai Donglin smiled and waved his hand, "Bring a set of lamb and lamb chops, and a lamb hot pot. Make sure the lamb is fresh and sliced thinly!"
Dai Donglin is a good eater, so how could the manager dare to fool him?
The lamb at this restaurant is fatty but not greasy, and has no gamey smell. Chu Yu had never eaten such good lamb in Inner Mongolia in her previous life.
She was enjoying her meal and didn't notice Qiu Jiadong not far away.
Qiu Jiadong came out drinking with a group of buddies. Recently, there's been a crackdown, and his father repeatedly warned him not to go out and cause trouble, saying this crackdown was no small matter. This made Qiu Jiadong incredibly restless; he stayed home for almost half a month, not going out to find girls for entertainment. Who knew that while eating mutton, he would encounter a girl selling buttons?
Qiu Jiadong was overjoyed. Even God was on his side. He had just eaten mutton and was feeling hot and restless. This was the perfect way to cool him down!
Don't be fooled by the man's tough appearance. He'd asked around in the industry, and there was no such person in Deyang. She was just a helpless country girl, and the niece of Mao Guangyu's wife. So what if she actually slept with him? She'd cry and throw a tantrum for a few days, but once she realized that Qiu Jiadong was a good backer, she'd be eager to fawn over him.
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