Jiang Shiyue's hand was about to touch the courtyard gate, but he remembered something, stopped and turned around.
I just pointed at the dress the woman was wearing and it looked very familiar. It seemed to be the one she sold last week.
The five or six women chased after them. Jiang Shiyue looked at the young woman leading them and found her very familiar. She was the one who bought Jiang Shiyue's orange floral dress last week.
"Hi! Sister, you are here again?" Jiang Shiyue took the initiative to say hello.
The woman panted slightly and waved her hands, "Why are you running?"
Jiang Shiyue smiled bitterly, "Sister, you know where this place is. How could I not run away after you yelled like that? Not to mention me, everyone else is ready to run away."
Everyone in this courtyard was like an underground worker meeting, with alert faces and trying to encrypt their words. Her shouting made both buyers and sellers want to run away.
The woman turned around and saw that everyone in the yard was like a frightened bird. She felt a little embarrassed and lowered her voice, "Sorry, I forgot. I just brought my sister and colleagues to buy your clothes."
Jiang Shiyue picked a corner and spread out her bag, smiling, "Ladies, you're here! What I brought today are all the latest fashions from the south! Even the department stores here haven't put in the new clothes yet!"
"Little girl, you're just bragging! It's not like we haven't seen people from the South before... Hey? These pants..." One of them was holding up a pair of bell-bottom pants with a look of surprise on his face. "These pants are very popular in foreign countries! I have a relative in the south who sent me a photo of him wearing these pants!"
"Yes! A while ago, my boyfriend and I went to the movies, and the heroine in the movie was wearing these pants. Comrade, how much are you selling these pants for? Give me a pair."
"These pants are originally 15 yuan a pair. But you guys are all introduced by this sister..." Jiang Shiyue pointed at the woman in the orange floral dress, "I'll give you a 15% discount, so each pair will be 12.75 yuan."
"Huh? Is it so expensive? Can it be cheaper?"
Jiang Shiyue smiled and shook her head. "Sisters, if you go to the department store and buy a new pair of pants for the season, it will cost seven or eight yuan, right? These pants I bought from the southernmost part of the country. Are they expensive at fifteen yuan without a ticket?"
"These are second-hand items. They definitely can't be priced the same as new ones."
"Look at my clothes. They're no better than new ones except for the missing label." Jiang Shiyue always picked clothes that were in very new condition to alter.
"Hey! Can you make it cheaper?! Can we each take one if it's cheaper?"
Jiang Shiyue hesitated for a moment, pretending to be reluctant, "Twelve dollars and fifty cents, it can't be any cheaper! I spent a lot of money on this dress! Besides, I'm taking the risk! You can't buy these pants even if you have a ticket."
There were still people trying to lower the price, but Jiang Shiyue refused to give in.
The girl who bought the skirt last time thought Jiang Shiyue was very proud to give her a discount by mentioning her name, so she took the initiative to speak up and said, "This girl is quite open-minded! We can't bully her. You all know whether this dress is worth the price she said."
Several people looked at each other and nodded.
In addition to the orange blossom dress, each of the six of them bought a pair of bell-bottom pants. One of them also bought a modified short-sleeved top.
The woman in the orange floral dress looked envious, "Oh! I bought it too early! I don't have the money to buy it now!"
Jiang Shiyue winked at her and motioned her to wait a moment.
When they finished choosing clothes and were about to leave, Jiang Shiyue took out a pair of bell-bottom pants and stuffed them into the orange floral dress. "Sister, last time I said I'd give you a fifty-cent commission if you introduced me to a client. Since you really like these pants, I won't pay you and will just give you a pair, okay?"
The girl in the orange floral dress nodded repeatedly, overjoyed. The commission for five pairs of pants was only 2.5 yuan, and one pair of pants was 12.5 yuan. She got a great deal.
Giving a thumbs up, she praised Jiang Shiyue: "Sister, you are very capable! I will come to buy clothes from you when I get my salary next month. I will also bring my friends with me! My name is Wang Xianglan, and we are friends now."
"Sister Xianglan, I will still give you commission in the future. My name is Jiang Shiyue, you can just call me Shiyue."
After seeing off the satisfied Wang Xianglan, Jiang Shiyue freed his hands to count the money.
The five pairs of pants cost a total of 62.5 yuan, a short-sleeved shirt cost 15 yuan, plus the 35 yuan I just sold, the total is 112.5 yuan.
Seeing Jiang Shiyue counting the money, the middle-aged man who was also selling clothes looked envious and said again: "You make money easily! You've made over a hundred yuan in such a short time!"
Jiang Shiyue said modestly, "How can I compare with you? You sell clothes from the factory, so you don't have to worry about sales. I sell my own clothes, and if I sell all of them, I won't have any income."
In just a short while, I'd already sold one suit, seven pairs of trousers, and one top. I was left with one short-sleeved shirt, two dresses, two thin suits, and three single pieces of clothing and trousers.
After working hard for a week, most of the free gifts are gone in just a short time.
Jiang Shiyue felt a little distressed. At this rate, she could only sell those clothes twice. If she added in the money the original owner had spent on the clothes, she would probably not even make a profit and might even lose some money.
The asking price is still too low, it should be sold at a higher price.
With his current income, he could barely pay off the Liu family's bicycle, leaving him with no money left for anything else. Jiang Shiyue thought this wasn't going to work, and he needed to find a new way to make money soon.
Jiang Shiyue strolled around the yard twice and sold another slim-fit suit, earning thirty yuan. She looked at the sky and asked the middle-aged man selling clothes who had been paying attention to her, "Uncle, what time is it?"
"Five to eleven."
Jiang Shiyue thanked him, put the clothes that had not been sold yet into a backpack and left the black market.
The driver saw her from a distance and shouted, "Sister-in-law, you are finally back!"
Jiang Shiyue saw blood on the driver's forehead and a broken window, so she asked him, "What happened?"
"As soon as you left, Yangyang became ill again." The driver complained with a bitter face.
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