"Comrade, why is it still so expensive? You know, this dress just became popular in the south, and our city department store doesn't even have it yet! Besides, even if the department store did have it, wouldn't a set of clothes cost ten yuan plus a ticket? Without a ticket, it would be at least twenty yuan, right? This is my fair price!"
The woman hesitated and shook her head: "My clothes are new, but you have worn them before."
After some bargaining, Jiang Shiyue finally sold the first set of modified clothes for 22 yuan.
A middle-aged man nearby said with envy, "You lesbians' clothes are the best sellers!"
Jiang Shiyue collected the money and glanced at the middle-aged man. "Uncle, are you selling clothes too?"
The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed. "Yes, I want to sell some clothes too." He pointed to the Ant Blue on his body and said, "This is produced by our factory."
Jiang Shiyue took a quick look and saw that the work clothes produced by the middle-aged man's factory were no different from the ones issued to the factory workers. The workmanship, stitching, and materials were impeccable, but there was nothing special about them either.
It was their first meeting, so Jiang Shiyue didn't say much. She smiled politely and complimented him against her will, "Not bad! Very good."
When the buyer tried on Jiang Shiyue's clothes, many women in the yard stared at her. Later, when they saw the woman leave with Jiang Shiyue and Jiang Shiyue come back wearing a new set of clothes, they knew that Jiang Shiyue was a clothes seller. They all gathered around her.
Some were watching, some were groping for fabrics, and some were asking for prices.
"I watched a movie a few days ago, and the heroine in the movie was wearing pants like this!" One of the customers took a fancy to Jiang Shiyue's bell-bottom pants.
After some bargaining, the deal was settled at thirteen dollars.
Jiang Shiyue went to the car to get some clothes and left Yangyang in the car with the driver. There were a lot of people around her at the black market, and she was worried that she wouldn't be able to take care of Yangyang.
When returning to the black market, Jiang Shiyue simply carried the bamboo basket on his back to avoid running back and forth.
As soon as Jiang Shiyue entered the courtyard, she saw five or six fashionable women standing in the middle of the courtyard chatting, looking towards the door from time to time.
One of them saw Jiang Shiyue, pointed at her and shouted, "Sisters, that's her!"
Jiang Shiyue's heart skipped a beat and he turned and ran.
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