"Money for clothes is no problem, cousin Xiaoxiao, I'm planning to get some new stuff, what do you think?"
"They're still getting new merchandise. We've each invested thirty yuan, and we still need to invest."
"It's necessary to restock the stock frequently. Several new books have been published recently. So your share of the profits will have to be replenished with new stock next month."
"Okay, okay, don't make too much. It's okay if you collect old stuff."
"We have to collect old stuff, but we have to update it in time. Some of them are serialized picture books, divided into three volumes: upper, middle and lower. We have to get them all."
"Can I take a few books home to read?"
Lin Hexiao didn't care how much money she earned or whether she could get dividends. She just thought it was fun.
I used to watch those space people doing business, but I didn’t expect that I would start my own business while I am still in college.
But she was quite interested in these picture books and wanted to take a few back to read.
"We opened it ourselves, so of course we can take it. Sister Xiaoxiao, just take whatever you like." Sanzi laughed.
Zhang Pingping on the side retorted, "Don't you dislike watching these? Why do you suddenly want to watch them?"
“I didn’t like watching it before?”
"Yes, you were extremely reluctant when I asked you to join us. Later, I told you that you could sell your paintings, and you agreed."
"Sell my paintings?" Lin Hexiao frowned in confusion.
"Look, your landscape paintings and calligraphy are still hanging there. You should sell one of them."
Zhang Pingping pointed to some paintings on the wall.
Lin Hexiao curled her lips and felt secretly ashamed. She was so ignorant before selling calligraphy and paintings in Xiaoren Bookstore. Tsk tsk, she was fooled by Zhang Pingping and recruited into the business.
But I can't understand why he is so confident about his calligraphy and paintings and must sell them.
"It's not like no one has asked. A few days ago, someone asked how much they were selling. I offered ten yuan a pair, but the person just walked away.
"I think we can lower the price a bit, five yuan, three yuan. We'll sell it if someone wants it, and painting doesn't cost much anyway. Some people want to use the calligraphy and paintings to decorate their homes." Sanzi said with a smile.
Zhang Pingping didn't understand these things. She thought only calligraphy and paintings by masters could be sold at a good price.
But as long as it brings profit to the store, any amount is fine.
Before Lin Hexiao could say anything, the two of them had already made a decision for her.
But she didn't stop him. This kind of calligraphy and painting was nothing for her to get her hands on.
I picked out a few books and went back to school with Zhang Pingping.
Before she came, her mother gave her fifteen yuan, and now Zhang Pingping gave her more than thirty yuan. She had also dug out more than twenty yuan from the house.
I now have a small amount of more than 60 yuan on me.
Lin Hexiao knew that the average family's monthly salary was only around twenty to thirty yuan.
She has received several months' salary now.
But I really don’t know what to do with this money, so I plan to get a passbook and save it when I get home.
After attending classes all day today, she actually understood everything. She even knew some things better than the teacher.
Therefore, studying is not a difficult thing for her.
When the two arrived at the cafeteria, there was not much food left.
Lin Hexiao drank a few mouthfuls of porridge.
I returned to the dormitory, washed up, lay on the bed, and read the picture book attentively.
She thinks the stories here are very interesting.
Every story has an emotion and a state of the world that it wants to express.
During this day, she almost adapted to the rhythm here.
This comic book store was a bit unexpected.
Zhang Pingping's family is from this city, and her parents both work in government agencies.
Her family is well-off, and the reason she wanted to open a comic book store was because she was inspired by her cousin.
Her cousin was not a good student and dropped out of high school. He didn't work hard at the job his family found for him. He was obsessed with reading picture books every day. Sometimes he read all night and couldn't get up the next day, so he asked for leave from his work.
The company also turned a blind eye for the sake of Zhang Pingping's father. However, Zhang Pingping's cousin was unlucky. One day, the miner was discovered by the leader who came to inspect and was fired on the spot.
My cousin was severely criticized by his family and they said they would no longer take care of him.
The third son still felt quite aggrieved and secretly told Zhang Pingping that he had no money to rent comic books with half of his monthly salary, and what would he do now that he had lost his job?
Later, for some unknown reason, he persuaded Zhang Pingping to open a comic book store, saying that he would help her run the store.
Zhang Pingping felt that if there were more people like her cousin who were obsessed with comic books, they could make money by opening a store.
Anyway, she had some private money saved up, but when she wanted to go into business with her cousin, he was penniless.
Her own private money was not enough, so she thought of Lin Hexiao. She knew that Lin Hexiao was rich and had a good family background, so she asked her to join.
However, if one person invests thirty dollars in two months, it can be considered a return on investment.
Zhang Pingping was just in a good mood and wanted to make some pocket money.
I didn’t expect that this comic book store can make a lot of money.
...
"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, Liang Qian is here to see you."
Lin Hexiao had just returned to the dormitory with Zhang Pingping at noon that day. Zhang Pingping, who had just returned from the toilet, hurriedly pulled her aside and whispered.
"Liang Qian?"
Her junior sister?
After ten thousand years, I really can't imagine what her junior sister would look like.
Lin Hexiao went out with anticipation.
At the door, a face with soft lines and light eyebrows gives off a sense of otherworldliness.
Well, after thousands of years, her junior sister is still the same.
It’s just that the times are different and the clothing is different.
A white shirt and a red skirt underneath.
Two small braids hung in front and she wore a plaid headband on her head.
It has a somewhat literary feel.
"Xiaoxiao, I just found out you came to school this morning. I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have taken you out." Liang Qian said, her eyes red, and she pulled Lin Hexiao's hand.
She knew that this was the nature of the junior sister, weak, pitiful and worried.
She used to think that the junior sister was pretending, deliberately pretending in front of men, especially in front of her senior brother.
Most men like such weak and charming women.
But now she slowly understood that this was just the nature of her junior sister. She was born to be favored and loved by men.
She couldn't act so delicately, so naturally she couldn't compare to her.
But she doesn't want to compare now. There are thousands of women in the world, each with her own unique personality and charm.
Why compare?
Men have thousands of eyes on her, and her junior sister is not a food stamp or RMB, and not all men like this type.
"It's all in the past, so stop blaming yourself."
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