Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

After counting, on January 620st, the turnover of the third store was 67 yuan, the turnover of the second store was 140 yuan, and the worst was the first store, which was only [-] yuan.

But there are only three stores that are engaged in activities, so don't look at the business of the third store, but the profit is actually not as good as the other two stores.

From December 25th to January 3000st, the turnover of the third store this week has reached a terrifying [-] yuan.

This figure looks pretty good, but except for the first batch of their goods that paid for real money, the rest of the goods are all on credit.

The money owed to Wu Zhenbo alone was as high as 5000 yuan.

These arrears must be paid back to him first. A factory manager is so worried about the wages of the [-] people under him that he can't even sleep well. Naturally, this money cannot be delayed.

He couldn't just continue to expand his business with his money.

"Oh, by the way, how is Cheng Xiaoming's business these two days?"

Hearing Ling Yue's question, Ji Zhongqiu curled his lips: "Not many people go to the store over there at the second store. I don't know much about the third store."

Ji Zhongqiu is in charge of the second store, and Ling Qingfeng and Wang Zhaoyang are responsible for the third store.

From the first day Ling Qingfeng arrived in Qingpu City, he knew that Cheng Xiaoming and Ling Yue were not going to deal with them.

Therefore, he pays special attention to the situation in their store every day.

"They just opened today, and we've already given them a good start. Not many people went in to buy clothes after a day."

They are the firecrackers fired today.

The firecrackers were released, but very few people went in.

There are even fewer clothes to buy.

If you want to blame, you can only blame Ling Yue's discounts for being too strong and attractive.

For the same military coat, Ling Yue only sold it for 25 yuan with a pair of socks, but they sold it for 30 yuan.

What surprised Ling Qingfeng even more was that whenever someone negotiated a price with them, they would speak ill of each other.

Speaking of this, Ling Qingfeng laughed: "So today more than one person said that our service attitude is better."

Ling Yue nodded and said, "That's right, you must ask the waiters to take the initiative to greet the customers. As long as they see people coming in, they must have a smile on their faces. Even if the other party is here to find fault, our smiling service cannot be interrupted."

Ling Qingfeng responded, and immediately prepared to run away: "Sister, I don't have anything to do here, so I'll go back there first."

Ling Yue deliberately asked for three rooms at the third store. Ling Qingfeng, like Ji Zhongqiu, came here every evening to check the account and pay the money before going.

"Okay, then be careful on the road."

Ling Xiaohua looked enviously at Ling Qingfeng's escape, and went to the backyard to boil water and scald her feet with a look of grievance.

After Ling Qingfeng and Ji Zhongqiu left, Wang Zhaoyang closed the store door and said to Ling Yue, "Are you still studying today?"

Ling Yue froze and gritted her teeth: "Learn."

Since this request was made by myself, even if I put on a show, I have to survive this year.

Wang Zhaoyang nodded, picked up the chalk and wrote two ancient poems:
"painting"

The mountains are colorful from afar, but the water is silent from near.

Spring is gone and the flowers are still there, and people are not surprised when they come.

"Snow Wing"

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety pieces.

Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms are not seen.

Ling Yue's face twitched. These two ancient poems were learned by the children when they first learned to read.

She really didn't understand why Wang Zhaoyang suddenly wrote these two ancient poems.

"I can read these two ancient poems."

Ling Yue read the two ancient poems on the spot. In order to show that she was just literate, she stumbled on purpose.

After finishing reading, she looked at Wang Zhaoyang excitedly: "How about it, did I read it right?"

"Then do you know "Quiet Night Thoughts"?"

The smile on Ling Yue's face froze immediately.

What are you doing, I just want to find a cover to cover up the fact that I can read, so why did Wang Zhaoyang follow suit?

She shook her head slowly.

Wang Zhaoyang immediately wrote "Quiet Night Thoughts" on the blackboard.

Quiet night thinking

Bright moonlight in front of the bed was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the moon, and look down at your hometown.

"Read it."

Ling Xiaohua originally came here with a footbath, but when she saw Wang Zhaoyang forcing Ling Yue to study again, she turned around and went back to the kitchen immediately.

Ling Yue was about to read, when Tong Tong suddenly interrupted and began to recite:
"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

"I know how to recite this poem. Our teacher taught it today."

Ling Yue looked at her suspiciously. Did the preschool children teach "Quiet Night Thoughts"?

This is too fast!

She was about to say something when she suddenly saw Ling Xiaohua poking her head in the kitchen and looking towards her.

"Xiaohua, come and read these three ancient poems."

Ling Xiaohua turned a deaf ear to her call.

Just kidding, she is most afraid of these ancient poems. If Wang Zhaoyang's brain twitched and he asked himself to write these ancient poems silently, what would he do?
For this reason, she could only pretend that she didn't hear anything.

After learning these three ancient poems, Wang Zhaoyang asked Ling Xiaohua to take Tongtong to rest.

At about ten o'clock the next morning, Xiang Weixing, Zhao Songbai and Mei Qiutang came over on a tricycle.

Once in the store, they unload the clothes and put them away one by one.

After finishing the work, Xiang Weixing asked Ling Yue: "Boss, what is the reason you asked us to come?"

Ling Yue smiled all over her face: "It's okay for me to ask you to come here, I just want to ask you if you want to work with me for a long time."

Xiang Satellite's eyes lit up: "Miss Boss, what do you mean?"

He secretly rejoiced.

Since he was fired that year, he has been living in the world like a walking dead, not interested in anything.

If Ji Zhongqiu hadn't looked at him pitifully, and also seen that he had brute force, he was never ambiguous in fights, otherwise, Ji Zhongqiu would have never let himself hang out with him.

They used to hang out with Ji Zhongqiu, but Ji Zhongqiu later changed his ways and opened a clothing store by himself, which was a big blow to them brothers.

For this reason, when Ji Zhongqiu wanted them to help find a face, the brothers discussed it and agreed to him.

Ling Yue is not stingy, and Ji Zhongqiu is also loyal.

Brother is in trouble, he will never sit idly by.

Ling Yue said, "Then I'll tell the truth."

"I want to recruit some young and strong guys. When I go to Zhushi or Shenzhen to buy goods, they will come back with me."

"If you are not busy at ordinary times, you can work as a loss prevention officer in the store, as long as you can see that the clothes will not fall off."

"Of course, you may also need to pick up the clothes from the first factory."

"If you agree, then we'll sign the contract. If you don't agree, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Ling Yue looked at them, "You think about it?"

Xiang Satellite expressed his position on the spot: "Boss, I don't have to think about it, I will follow you."

Seeing that he agreed, the other two also agreed.

"I'll do it with you too. You may not believe me if I tell you, but I'm 26 and seven. I haven't saved any money after all these years. I just want to save a wife's money now."