Reborn Millennial Gamer

Chapter 7 Crazy Socks

When the lights come on, the Dashilan Night Market is already crowded with people.

At the entrance of Qianmen Street, there are five cross-street archways with six columns and five floors, with a plaque of "Zhengyang Bridge" inlaid in the middle, and "Double Dragons Playing with Pearls" painted on the forehead above.

Lu Fei pedaled three wheels and carried Xiao Hongmei to the old place. Many itinerant vendors had already occupied the stalls with large carts and small carts.

He picked a place far away from the food stalls, spread foam boards on the floor, and then covered it with a floor spread. He arranged the price signs with ease, marked out three levels of low, middle and high, placed them on the left, middle and right, and arranged them up and down. women's socks.

What you want is a neat one!
Xiao Hongmei was amazed, she read it carefully, and memorized it carefully, "A Fei, where did you learn this?"

"Sister-in-law, I helped my friend see the stalls, he taught them all."

Lu Fei said haha, the "street stall economy" became popular, and Internet celebrities gathered traffic everywhere, setting up stalls and taking pictures in commercial streets and garbage streets.

"Brother, it's you again, this time..."

Zhao Guoqiang stepped forward to say hello and found Xiao Hongmei standing beside him.

Lu Fei said: "I will accompany my sister-in-law to sell socks."

"Oh, she's your sister-in-law." Zhao Guoqiang untied the sack, which was full of electric toys and plush dolls.

Lu Fei grabbed a doll and tentatively said, "Brother Zhao, where did you wholesale these things from?"

"Where else can it be, Tianyi Small Commodity Market." Zhao Guoqiang's eyes flashed.

Lu Fei knew it was a lie, so he didn't tell the truth.

Nowadays, not to mention mobile phones, computers are not widely used. Like 20 years later, it is impossible to check prices online before shopping.

E-commerce has just started, without Pinxixi, Dabao, Jingdong, or eBay, 8848, and 1688. The source of goods is not public, and the price is not transparent. It is simply the golden age of street vendors and physical stores.

What do street stalls rely on to make money? Poor information and poor prices.

The strongest trump card, besides the exclusive low price, is the exclusive channel.

In the whole city of Sijiu, there are more than a dozen wholesale markets, Xidan is the most diverse, clothing includes Dahongmen, gold goes to Caibai, pearls go to Hongqiao, Wenwan goes to Shilihe Flyover, stationery goes to Vantone New World, and home shopping goes to Tianyu...

As for the toys, he fell in love with him but didn't force him, he asked in confusion, "Why, Brother Zhao, change your career to selling toys?"

"Hey, just selling socks, you can't sell that yellow hair."

Zhao Guoqiang figured it out. The people who go to the night market are almost rushing to eat, drink and go shopping. Even when shopping, the first choice is accessories, toys, handicrafts and other small items. Who the hell is free to buy socks? They are all attracted by other things. Buy a few pairs.

Huang Mao took advantage of this opportunity, and as soon as it opened, the business immediately started.

"The bracelet is nice."

The aunt touched the bracelet of Buddhist beads, took it to her nose and sniffed it, then put it back on the shelf, and turned her attention to the socks lying on the wooden board.

"How much are these cotton socks?"

"4.5 yuan. This pair is made of pomegranate cotton, which is better than pure cotton. It is not easy to pill, and it will not shrink and deform."

"Can you sell it for 3 yuan and 5 yuan?"

"Hey, don't worry, this is the cost price. You see, the pure cotton is 3 yuan, or it is 4 yuan."

"It's only 3 yuan and 5 yuan. If you don't sell it, I'll go there. It's only 3 yuan and 5 yuan." The aunt pointed at Zhao Guoqiang.

"Hiss, Cheng Cheng, it seems that you are the first order to open the door, let's just pay 3 yuan and 5 yuan." Huang Mao gave a thumbs up with a painful face: "You are really good at bargaining."

"That is, I wanted to cut it to 3 yuan."

The aunt felt that she had picked up a bargain, so she paid for the goods.

"Oh, don't!" Huang Mao waited for the guests to leave, his mournful face immediately brightened, and he earned 1 yuan with tears in his eyes.

5 cents is the price difference, and 5 cents is the service.

A lot of people bargain, in addition to looking for a cheap price, they also enjoy the process of bargaining, so they want to let the old lady bargain comfortably, it must be worth the money!

Shaking the steel in his hand, he looked proudly at Zhao Guoqiang and Lu Fei over there. Even if he engaged in a category armed competition with him, this vision and eloquence could not be learned at all.

After a while, a family of three came. The man was holding the boy and stood aside. The woman was choosing men's socks and children's socks, asking and bargaining constantly.

After going back and forth, seeing that the second pair of pomegranate cotton socks was about to be sold tonight, suddenly, the aunt from just now appeared.

"Refund, I don't want these socks anymore."

"Oh, aunt, don't make fun of me, what's wrong?" Huang Mao patted his chest to assure that the quality is fine and the size can be changed.

"I want to refund the money, the stall over there is cheaper than yours, 5 pairs for 2 yuan!"

As soon as the aunt finished speaking, the family of three put down their socks and went straight to Lu Fei's stall.

The cooked duck flew away, and Huang Mao was so angry that his eyes widened, he didn't care about the business, and rushed to the stall.

At this moment, Lu Fei turned his hands into trumpet shapes and shouted: "Good news! Good news! Factory direct socks, 1 pair for 1 yuan, pure cotton socks, 5 yuan for 2 pairs, fine pomegranate cotton socks, 7 yuan 3 pairs, and 10 pairs for 7 yuan, don’t miss it when you pass by, welcome to buy.”

Immediately afterwards, a sign was erected, clearly marking the price.

Huang Mao gritted his teeth, he is definitely here to make trouble!
One look at the fine pomegranate cotton socks on Lu Fei's booth, and you can tell that they come from the same wholesaler, but even if he is a repeat customer, the quantity he buys is still large, and the cost is evened out at 2 yuan. Are you selling 5 pairs for 3 yuan?
Also, pure cotton socks cost 5 yuan and 2 pairs. Unless you buy a minimum of 2 pairs, the cost is 5 yuan and [-] yuan. After including the freight and travel expenses, how can you lose money and make money?

I saw that Lu Fei's booth was like a pond, and customers came in one after another, including a family of three.

The man was hesitating whether to choose pure cotton socks or fine pomegranate cotton socks. When the women were free, they also came to the booth and stared at the high-end silk stockings and tube socks on the right.

The man was terrified, afraid that women would spend money recklessly, "Lan Juan, what kind of stockings should I wear in summer?"

Lu Fei retorted: "Hey, why can't you wear silk stockings in summer? The sun is so fierce during the day, and bare legs are easily tanned by ultraviolet rays. Wearing silk stockings can protect you from the sun."

"Exactly!" Hu Lanjuan moved slightly, and picked out a pair: "How much is this?"

"19, this is from Langsha, a famous domestic brand!" Lu Fei took out the sample and pulled it hard at both ends, it was full of elasticity.

Hu Lanjuan stretched out her hand to touch it, vacillating. There is only one disadvantage of expensive things, that is, they are expensive.

"Wearing silk stockings in summer not only prevents sun protection, but also does not rub your feet when paired with high heels. All kinds of keywords and words jumped out.

"You are young and know a lot."

"Sister, it's not that I understand. It's written in fashion magazines. How can I understand this? Fashion magazines also say that fashion taste is not equal to the price of clothes, it is a perfect balance of personal experience, judging a woman's 'can't wear' and ' Can wear', just look at her stockings."

What Lu Fei said made Hu Lanjuan even more emotional, and she held onto it tightly: "17, if it's okay, I'll buy it."

Huang Mao was so angry that his lungs exploded. Seeing Lu Fei gritted his teeth, he reluctantly agreed that his acting skills are better than blue. Damn, this young man is darker than himself.

I only sell it for 15, and I can still make 1 yuan!

He consoled sourly in his heart, but that's all, it's just luck, it's impossible to have such a business every time.

Back to his empty stall, it was deserted and deserted, the business couldn't be done at all, all the traffic was abducted by Lu Fei's low-price promotion, and the pedestrians almost gathered in one place.

There are more and more gatherings, and the aunts who want to be cheap are the most, and they are already crowded, one person, a dozen people, dozens of people, and the transaction volume has increased dramatically.

Zhao Guoqiang couldn't stand it anymore. Although he benefited from Lu Fei's next door stall and the huge traffic helped him make a few orders, he still persuaded Xiao Hongmei with kind words:
"Big sister, you can't let him mess around, how can you sell socks like this, you have to pay for it!"

As soon as the words came out, the customers who were close to him could hear them clearly, and they immediately aroused their desire to shop. If there is a bargain, don't take advantage of the bastard, it is best to pay the boss to death.

"I paid 5 yuan."

"Give me 3 pairs of pomegranate cotton socks, and give me 3 yuan!"

"..."

"Everyone, don't squeeze, come one by one, come one by one." Xiao Hongmei was so busy with money in one hand and change in the other, that she had no time to think.

"Eighty percent of the time it's because the business can't go on, and it's a big sale at a loss."

Huang Mao was so idle that he picked up melon seeds, looked at Lu Fei's crowded stall, envious and jealous, the whole street, even the food stalls were not as prosperous as him.

As the night darkened, the stalls were empty.

"Sister-in-law, it's out of stock, let's close the stall." Lu Fei breathed out and tidied up quickly.

"Ah, so many socks are gone?"

Xiao Hongmei was startled, with mixed feelings in her heart, and sighed, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and it doesn't matter if it is sold out, it should be regarded as a loss and a lesson learned.

She was so depressed that she didn't even think about counting money.

Huang Mao spat out the melon seed skin, and said in a strange way: "Hey, buddy, are you going to open the stall tomorrow?"

"Come, of course."

The corner of Lu Fei's mouth raised, he pedaled the tricycle, and left whistling.

"Success, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow!"

Huang Mao watched their backs drifting away, and spit out a mouthful of phlegm.

(End of this chapter)