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Three dollars?
Bi Cheng didn't understand at all. Bi Yue's eyes were calm and indifferent. Did she think she was a fool?
"We don't sell three or two pieces wholesale. Also, you two, if you don't want to take anything, please make some room!"
The boss walked right past the brother and sister, stretched out his arms and waved, greeting the people passing by to look at the goods.
Bi Yue laughed. The boss turned into a big brother and didn’t even call him “uncle”!
"Brother, you are kidding me, right? I'm from Kyoto, and your old man's shirt is only three yuan on the streets and alleys of Kyoto!
Are you more affordable? No, I'll go to that store over there, see? This is not a unique edition, it's available everywhere, don't raise the price! I'm buying three or two pieces, and taking the bus? Girl, I really don't have that much free time! "After Bi Yue finished speaking, she pretended to lift her leg and was about to leave.
"Hey? Hey? Big sister!" The old man was quite happy to become the eldest brother. Since he was young, he wanted to pull Bi Yue. Bi Cheng stepped forward, and the silly young man extended his arm, meaning to pull me.
"This is our first time working together, so I'm going to be quick. I'll come a couple more times and get some, but these T-shirts are really not profitable. Look at the quality of ours. Touch it, stretch it out and see. It's not like other brands that become almost transparent when stretched out. Ours is made of dense fabric!"
"Brother, just tell me how much money you want! If you don't like me, would I be able to stand here?" Bi Yue raised her eyebrows.
"Two dollars and forty cents, the lowest price! This is the price for those who often come to me to buy goods!" said the boss seriously.
Bi Yue's face was stern, her brows slightly furrowed, she used her palm to block the sunlight from her head, squinted her eyes and glanced at the styles on the shelf:
"I'm not picky about size. Hooks, x hooks, even if you need the oversized four x hooks, I'll take them all! And that white one with the tank and grenade designs on the chest, I'll take them all!"
The middle-aged man had starry eyes, and this time he looked at Bi Yue with a focused and serious look.
Bi Yue opened her mouth and said, "But the price is one dollar and seventy cents. Okay, let's load it up. Do you see the plastic bags? Four bags, fill them up!"
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T-shirt, the older generation usually calls it "old man's shirt".
In later generations, the most common white half-sleeves had a rough black pattern printed on the chest.
Bi Yue bought them wholesale for 1.7 yuan. She bought all three styles and sizes, a total of 400 pieces. She spent all the money Bi Cheng had saved, leaving him with almost no money left.
In the iron box hidden under the bricks of the rental house, after deducting the travel expenses from the Soviet Union to the city, there was less than twenty yuan left.
Of the 700 yuan capital, 200 yuan belongs to Liang Xiaoxiao, which means that this trip to the Soviet Union might lead to illness (debt)!
Bi Cheng was sweating profusely and his face was red. At his feet were four plastic bags that were so full that they could hardly be zipped up.
He stood in front of the stall, waiting for Bi Yue to come and buy a fake collar.
How does Bi Cheng feel?
He was feeling uneasy and his heart was churning.
The road is long, the river is long, and it is still confusing.
He couldn't help but look at the boss uncle, and couldn't help looking at the uncle's wallet, which contained their hard-earned money, the money they saved by selling fried dough sticks, twisted dough sticks, popsicles and soda, struggling and running around for countless early mornings.
Bi Cheng, who doesn't like to talk much and keeps telling himself that he should act like a man, is overwhelmed by regret.
Actually, including the train tickets, the money he and his sister earned from selling fried dough sticks was enough to take Grandpa to the hospital...
What on earth was he so eager for that he had to agree to go across the border with his sister?
Greedy, human hearts are greedy!
I was thinking of doing something big during the summer vacation, earning more money, and being able to rush back to my hometown at the end of the summer vacation, and then "return home in glory"...
Bi Cheng regretted it. If he hadn't thought about solving the problem overnight, he wouldn't have ended up like that!
Melancholy is a true portrayal of Bi Cheng.
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When Bi Cheng saw Bi Yue running towards him from a distance with a bright smile on her face and two fake collars in her hands, he rubbed his face hard with his big hands: I'm getting angry!
There's no turning back. I've spent 700 yuan and bought such an expensive train ticket. I'll pack up some dry food when I get back.
The arrow is on the string and must be shot!
The brother and sister looked at each other.
Bi Yue's eyes were full of hope, and she said: Brother, believe that I will have eternal life!
Bi Cheng lowered his head and looked at Bi Yue seriously, his eyes full of "Let's give it a try." The consequence of relaxing the mentality is: he can't wait to go to Su country immediately.
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Neither the brother nor the sister spoke. They each wore a fake collar, and one of them had a shirt-style collar around his neck. There were more than a dozen old men's shirts that could not be stuffed into the pockets piled on the ground, and they were put on layer by layer.
The boss was so embarrassed watching this that he looked up at the scorching sun.
These siblings are really trying hard to save money on travel expenses. Why do they have to take so much at once? Why not take another trip? How much can the travel expenses be?
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They were so hungry that their chests were sticking to each other. After Bi Yue and Bi Cheng rushed back to Kyoto, they had no time to communicate with each other and did not express their feelings of "wasting money" in time.
Bi Cheng was in charge of making the omelet and filling the egg sauce. Sounds like it involves eggs, right? But eating it every day for six days would be pretty miserable.
There was a pot with several pancakes stewing on the edge of the pot, and Bi Cheng poked the stove to boil water.
Bi Cheng threw a pinch of tea leaves into the large military kettle, the kind with peeling paint, which Bi Yue borrowed from Sister Liu at the pancake stall. His two big hands were busy working, and he didn't forget to pull his neck to instruct Bi Yue:
"Sister, don't forget to pack towels, toilet paper, and toothbrush holders!"
"I know!" Bi Yue knelt on the kang, busy, she was even busier than Bi Cheng.
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