After a rain shower, the temperature in Beijing dropped, and down jackets were snapped up. Mandarin stores were packed with people every day. It's strange, though; down jackets weren't a popular product a couple of years ago, but this year they've suddenly become bestsellers, and everyone, rich or poor, wants one.
Chu Yu prepared over 200,000 yuan worth of goods, hoping to sell them until the Chinese New Year promotion, but unexpectedly, they were almost all sold out by the beginning of December.
She could only order from those few people, including the buck-toothed Hu. Shulan and He Lu would occasionally come up with new styles. Currently, Deyang's garment production has also set up an assembly line, which is quite efficient, and Deyang can send over a batch of goods from time to time.
Where there's stock, there's money to be made; Chu Yu is counting money until his hands are sore.
Business was so good that Mandarin hired a few more employees. Zhang Ying wanted to find a part-time job for the weekend, and Chu Yu directly introduced her to the job.
"I don't have much experience."
Part-time jobs at restaurants near Tsinghua University only pay a few cents a day, while Mandarin offers a base salary of one dollar for part-time work, plus commission on clothing sales. If you do well, you can earn several dollars a day, which is much better than working at a restaurant.
Zhang Ying's eyes lit up. Mandarin was doing well, with crowds of people everywhere. As long as you made it, you could sell it. It was like money falling from the sky. Chu Yu was helping her.
Zhang Ying was quite moved. She planned to stay in Beijing during the Spring Festival to earn money for her daughter's living expenses, and then bring her daughter to Beijing for medical treatment.
"Chu Yu, can I go work during winter break?"
There's still some time before the Lunar New Year, and if Zhang Ying works hard, she can earn over a hundred yuan, which she really needs.
Chu Yu didn't refuse. Before the Spring Festival, there was a surge in traffic, and it was a time when they were short of people. One more person would mean a lot more money. Besides, Zhang Ying was good-looking and a student at Tsinghua University. How could she refuse?
Zhang Ying was quite happy and came over to discuss the code she had just written with Chu Yu.
"Is my code too verbose? Lao Yu praised your code for being concise and intuitive. Can you take a look and see where I can change it?"
Chu Yu values efficiency and dislikes circuitous coding. The two discussed the code briefly, while Li Miao sighed repeatedly.
"You're always out and about, and you rarely go to the library after class, but the code you write is cleaner than anyone else's."
Tsinghua University students are exceptionally brave; some even use flashlights in the middle of the night, and after lights out, some stand by the water room to study by the light. Chu Yu, on the other hand, wasn't that diligent; she earned money in her previous life before getting nearsightedness surgery.
In the 1980s, surgical techniques were not advanced, and she didn't want to become nearsighted at a young age.
Dai Donglin brought Chu Yu a lot of books. She couldn't finish reading them all at once, so she took out two books and handed them to Zhang Ying and Li Miao. "These are my books. You can take them if you want to read them. Some of them were found in Hong Kong. They are in traditional Chinese characters, so you may need to convert them."
"Wow, Chu Yu, I've been wanting to ask you this for a long time, where did you get so many books?"
"My boyfriend bought it."
"Your boyfriend must love you very much, right? He gives you gifts, peels crab meat for you to eat, and even buys you books."
Her classmates all envied her. Chu Yu was beautiful and knew how to dress. Her dressing style wasn't about heavy makeup; she had a good temperament, knew how to dress, and her hairstyle was also very unique. Occasionally, she would use a hair clip to style her hair into a princess style, which was incredibly fashionable.
She was the school beauty, pure and pretty. Many people tried to dress like her, but none of them could match her looks.
At lunchtime, the roommates went to the cafeteria together. Zhang Ying only got two ounces of white rice, ate the pickled vegetables she brought from home, and ate the free soup from the cafeteria.
Winter is approaching, but she is still wearing a thin coat. Her shoes, socks, and pants are all patched. She can't even afford to eat properly. Despite these harsh conditions, she studies until the early hours of the morning every day and goes out to work on weekends.
Chu Yu couldn't stand it, so he picked up two pieces of braised pork, a chopstickful of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and gave her a salted duck egg.
Zhang Ying was a little embarrassed, "You always share so much with me when we eat, there's not enough for yourself."
Chu Yu specially ordered two extra dishes, openly helping Zhang Ying out, afraid that Zhang Ying would feel burdened. Giving her a few bites during the meal was a way of helping her share the burden, which would make Zhang Ying feel more at ease.
“I like to have a lot of dishes when I eat, but I can’t finish them all by myself, so it’s perfect if we share them.”
Liao Xiaoqiao walked over, rolling her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. Zhang Ying was incredibly shabby; everything she owned was old and worn out. It was almost winter, and she was only covered with a thin blanket. She would put on her clothes before they were dry, and you could often smell a sour odor coming from them.
Unfortunately, Zhou Chuyu was pretending to be kind, and Liao Xiaoqiao couldn't stand her behavior. She was clearly just a country bumpkin, yet she was helping others.
Where did her family get the money? Isn't it just from that boyfriend in Beijing?
Someone who hooks up with a rich guy and leeches off him deserves to be chosen as the school beauty.
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