The effort Chu Yu put into persuading Zhang Zhihe was equal to the effort she had to put into persuading Shu Hui.
Shu Hui is not someone who can be easily fooled. If Shu Hui hadn't been so single-minded in supporting Zhou Jian'an back then, believing that only by taking the college entrance examination could he get ahead, Zhou Jian'an, a student from a poor family, might not have had the courage to burn his bridges.
Zhou Fangchun hired a tutor to help Mao Xia with her studies. Zhou Fangchun planned out everything for Mao Xia, including which university she would attend, which state-owned enterprise she would work for, and what kind of person she would marry after graduation.
Shu Hui didn't understand these grand principles; she only knew that getting into university wasn't easy. She didn't expect Chu Yu to make the Zhou family respect her or to achieve great things so she could have a good life. She just hoped that Chu Yu could take good care of herself.
Go to a good university, find a good husband, and don't end up like her, being looked down upon.
Shu Hui said worriedly, "Leave the money-making to Mom. The roujiamo shop can earn more than a hundred yuan a day, and Mom can earn 1,500 yuan a month. That's more than enough to support the three of you sisters. You don't need to go out and earn money."
Shu Hui's thinking was simple: it was only natural for a mother to earn money for her daughter. At the rate that the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop was making money, raising her daughter to adulthood would be a piece of cake, let alone buying a house and a bicycle.
Chu Yu smiled. "Mom, I'm not skipping school. I just need to take a break occasionally. Don't worry, I won't fall behind in my studies. Give me a month. If I don't get first place in the grade in the next monthly exam, I'll go back to school and study diligently without you having to tell me."
Chu Yu was headstrong, and Shu Hui couldn't manage her daughter's household, so she looked to Shu Aiguo for help.
If Chu Yu were still the same Chu Yu as before, Shu Aiguo would still use his seniority to give his niece some advice. But Chu Yu can earn one or two thousand a day, making money hand over fist. She is also the top student in her grade. Making roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and opening a shop at home, as well as raising quails, are all Chu Yu's ideas. How can he be capable of managing the household?
"Since the child has said so, we parents should just believe her this once!"
Deng Fangping also felt that Chu Yu was a big-minded girl, not someone who was not thinking clearly.
"Yes, we owe our success to Chu Yu. Let's give her another month."
Shu Hui could only agree with her daughter's statement. There were knocking and banging sounds coming from across the street, and people were moving furniture inside.
"Has the place across the street been rented out?" Chu Yu asked.
"They moved in this morning. It looks like they're renovating; I don't know what they're doing." They run a small food stall, so naturally they don't want another small food stall to open across the street. But even competitors can't avoid it. Just because you can do business doesn't mean others can't; fair competition is fine.
"By the way, Chu Yu. Mr. Zhang from the glass shop introduced me to a few customers who all want to order integrated tables from me."
"This is a good thing. Second Uncle, you have excellent craftsmanship. The tables you make are made of high-quality materials and are very sturdy. It's normal for them to appreciate you."
"It's not that Second Uncle's cooking is good, it's clearly your idea that's good! Boss Zhang brought three friends, and these three friends invited four neighbors, so there are seven tables in total. I'll still charge them fifteen yuan per table."
Chu Yu nodded, “Our family was the first to make integrated tables. Putting aside the materials and labor, the design and creativity are very valuable. Scarcity makes things valuable. As the first person to try something new, fifteen yuan is already low enough.”
Shu Aiguo understood what she meant. He always felt that if the cost was five yuan, it couldn't be sold for more than eight yuan. Selling it at such a high price was just making money unethically. What was the difference between that and being a capitalist? But Chu Yu was right. How much were the cost and labor? A good idea was the key. There weren't any integrated desks on the market yet, and it was impossible to prevent others from copying them. If he didn't recoup the cost of the idea in the early stages, he would have even less chance of making money later.
Shu Aiguo can earn at least a hundred yuan from this order!
Deng Fangping saw this and was delighted. She felt that Chu Yu had put in a lot of effort for Shu Aiguo without holding anything back. She didn't even earn money for herself, but instead wanted to let her uncle earn it. They were truly a close uncle and nephew!
The next day, Chu Yu displayed the sample suits.
This suit jacket can be seen when customers line up to order pleated skirts.
A white suit and a white pleated skirt go quite well together, giving off a chic and sophisticated vibe. I never thought I could wear something like this before. Pair it with nude stockings and leather ankle boots, and you'll look like a true fashionista.
But fashionistas need money. A pleated skirt costs 35 yuan, and a suit costs 40 yuan. A month's salary is spent on a pleated skirt. If you want to buy a suit, you have to wait until next month. Only a few people can actually spend 75 yuan to bring home a whole outfit.
However, it wasn't entirely unheard of. For example, Chu Yu encountered Wang Xiao, Chen Ping, and Fang Fang, who had previously bought her buttons.
The three of them came to shop together. When they passed by the department store, they thought of checking out the button stall. However, Chu Yu's button stall had changed its business and now mainly sold clothing. Fang Fang had seen someone wear this tulle pleated skirt on the street.
The girl in the pleated skirt held her chin high, accepting the gazes of passersby, like a proud peacock.
Fang Fang would be lying if she said she wasn't envious. She brought Chen Ping to the department store today just to see which counter sold this pleated skirt. She couldn't afford it now, but she would wait until the price dropped in winter to buy it, and it would still be a new style when she wore it next year.
I looked around but couldn't find the dress. Turns out, it was sold by Chu Yu.
"Comrade, did you sell this dress?"
That's right, the skirt is 35, and the suit is 40. The skirts are selling like hotcakes; there's a queue every day, and you even need to pay a deposit to reserve them. The suits are a brand new style, just arrived today. This batch is an export order; the quality, style, and design are impeccable. In a big city, they would sell for at least 70 or 80!
Fang Fang touched the fabric. The material was really good. She had never seen a suit like this before. The dignified color and trendy design were impeccable. The only drawback was the price. But the high price was not the fault of the clothes, but hers.
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