Chu Yu paid the deposit for the pleated skirt, planning to pick it up after finding a place to stay that evening. She also changed her outfit: a white Hong Kong-style shirt, high-waisted denim shorts, and white sneakers, revealing her slender, fair legs, which suited her student identity and highlighted her figure.
While they might attract attention in Deyang, there are quite a few girls dressed in revealing outfits on the streets of Wenzhou.
Since it's a rare opportunity to get out, let's treat it as a change of pace.
"You look much better in these new clothes," Shen Zhuyu said, quite satisfied.
Shen Zhuyu followed Chu Yu to buy some goods, but only five of each type of clothing. She also bought a stack of discounted T-shirts from other stalls. She didn't have much experience selling clothes and felt that selling small commodities would be easier.
The sunglasses, stockings, and hair clips were all packed in burlap sacks.
"Sales of aviator sunglasses will cool down after autumn, and you've ordered a bit too much," Chu Yu reminded her.
Shen Zhuyu then realized that this was a clear indication of her lack of experience. She was very good at selling erotic magazines, but she was always a bit slow to realize the potential of selling clothes and accessories.
She reduced the amount by half, took two steps forward, and her eyes lit up.
"This is Boss Ji's stall!"
Ji Kai saw them too. Perhaps because he had just returned from the north, Ji Kai looked more haggard than last time, and seemed preoccupied.
Ji Kai was even more surprised than them, "You've sold out of your goods?"
Chenzhu Yuhuo had only stocked a small amount of goods, and was out of stock in many sizes. Chu Yu was even worse off, not only selling out but also placing dozens of pre-orders.
Ji Kai was surprised by their strong sales ability and regretted following in his father's footsteps to start a tablecloth business. The tablecloth business relied entirely on exports, and orders were unstable. If he had chosen to go into women's clothing, he would have had no sales experience and would have taken many detours.
"Mr. Ji, are these the tablecloths that were exported?"
Chu Yu picked up the tablecloth and examined it closely. The white tablecloth was printed with colorful flowers, not in large areas, but at intervals, spreading outwards.
This tablecloth does have a very European and American style. Domestic clothes don't even have color yet, so how could people accept a tablecloth with such a forward-thinking aesthetic?
"That's right."
"How were your results in the campaign in the north this time?"
Ji Kai was a little dejected. He put out a cigarette but didn't light it, since smoking wasn't allowed in the clothing market.
"It's not going well. I haven't sold a single tablecloth. People say that my fabric is beautiful but not practical, hard to maintain, not the style that ordinary people in our country like, and too expensive."
Ji Kai's tablecloths sell for 4 yuan per meter, and a single tablecloth costs more than ten yuan. Even forty years later, tablecloths will still cost about the same. Chu Yu, with his full pockets and the knowledge and experience of two lifetimes, still thinks this price is not cheap, let alone others.
It was a rare opportunity for Chu Yu to get to know Ji Kai, and she felt sorry for him, so she bought two tablecloths to show her support. Fortunately, Ji Kai understood her meaning and sold them to her at the wholesale price instead of the retail price.
When I looked up, it was already broad daylight.
The market wasn't big, but inspecting the goods was quite tiring. Chen Zhuyu was hungry, so she dragged Chu Yu to a local restaurant by the roadside and ordered Wenzhou fish balls, fried rice noodles, and glutinous rice.
"The pig offal noodles I had last time were pretty good, let's have another serving."
While waiting for her food, Chu Yu took out the tablecloth from Boss Chen's shop. The tablecloth was of really good quality, it felt nice to the touch, and it had been washed. The pattern and colors were not tacky at all, but rather had an oil painting-like quality, with white background and colorful flowers, playing with color blocking very clearly.
"How much inventory do you think Mr. Chen has that he's so worried about?"
Chu Yu casually replied, "At least tens of thousands of yuan."
The stall owners at the Vancouver wholesale market are not naive people. They don't care about a few thousand dollars in profit or loss. If they are worried like this, it must be a lot of money. Even if they manage to sell some of it, they still have tens of thousands of dollars in inventory.
Ten thousand yuan is not a small amount. It could be a year's worth of profits gone to waste. Business people have a lot of money tied up in inventory, and their working capital is already limited. It's normal to be anxious if they lose so much money.
Besides, who wants their things to rot in a warehouse?
Having grown accustomed to colors like blue, gray, and green, Chu Yu was immediately struck by the beauty of this fabric, and her inspiration exploded.
What if we turned these tablecloths into clothes?
Once this idea popped into my head, it was like a bean stalk in a fairy tale, bursting forth from the ground with an unstoppable force.
Ji Kai's batch of tablecloths will definitely not sell, but a predicament does not mean a dead end; there is always a way out.
It can be made into clothes, but what else can it be made into?
A skirt? This fabric is too stiff; it's not soft and form-fitting enough for a skirt.
Shirts? Too thick and not breathable enough. These days, people prefer Dacron fabric for shirts. With Dacron, everything else has to give way. This material can't compete with Dacron.
Pants? The flowers are either on the buttocks or knees, and the flowers are in different places on each pair of pants, making it difficult to piece them together into a complete flower.
How about making a suit jacket?
Chu Yu remembered that her mother had a suit jacket made of this material.
The suit fabric is crisp and the white suit is very fashionable. One meter of fabric is enough to make one suit. The pattern is right at the shoulders, eye-catching but not exaggerated, fashionable and unique.
Chu Yu thought about it more and more and it seemed feasible. She couldn't wait to test her idea.
After breakfast, she went to the guesthouse to check in.
"One yuan and fifty cents, with hot water for showering and a toilet."
After the two paid, Chu Yu put the goods away, took the tablecloth, and went out. Shen Zhuyu happened to come looking for her.
Where are you going?
"Go to the tailor shop. You go to the market first, and I'll meet you later."
Shen Zhuyu found it strange that Chu Yu was holding two tablecloths. She had already bought all the wholesale goods she needed, and now she just needed to see what Chu Yu was buying so she could buy some of the same.
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