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

Sure enough, Xiao Jun came to look for Ling Qingfeng again the next morning.

He came here this time, carrying a large bag of clothes, and said to Ling Qingfeng familiarly as soon as he entered the door: "Boss, take a look at my down jacket, our down jacket is different from the 'bread jacket' on the market. "

"The bread jacket is too bulky, and the fabric is also poor, but ours, although it feels light and thin, but the effect on the upper body is nothing to say."

Ling Qingfeng pushed him out of the door annoyed: "Brother, I asked my friend yesterday, and he said that you are just a small family-run workshop with little strength, and a daily output of ten pieces is not bad."

Xiao Jun choked suddenly.

But he still didn't give up: "Boss, our factory covers an area of ​​hundreds of square meters, and we can produce at least forty or fifty pieces of clothes every day. Your brother has never been to our clothing factory, so why do you just listen to his nonsense. "

Ling Qingfeng said honestly, "Your factory is near Nanyang Garment City in Shenzhen, am I right?"

Xiao Jun stared at him with wide eyes: "How do you know?"

"Is the hundreds of square meters you called a four-story one-story house, and you just rented two floors?"

Xiao Jun was shocked by his words and opened his mouth wide: "When did your friend go to Shenzhen?"

He really didn't expect that he just found a random place to sell clothes from his factory, and he even ran into old acquaintances.

"You tell me his name, if I have seen it, I will definitely have an impression."

"Okay, don't hinder me from doing business anymore." Ling Qingfeng said impatiently, "I've made it so clear, but you still talk about it with me, is it interesting?"

Although Ling Qingfeng had never been out, but since he was a child, Ling's father had told him that he must not have the heart of harming others, and must not have the heart of guarding against others.

The yellow-haired man in front of him doesn't look like a good person at first glance, he is getting close to him, isn't he just trying to talk to him!
"No, brother, please help. We have no choice but to sell clothes everywhere with bags on our backs."

Xiao Jun licked his lips and was about to cry. He said, "There are dozens of workers in our factory, all of whom are waiting for me to get the order and go back to work."

"Besides, I have been in Qingpu City for half a month, and I see that your business is the best."

Ling Qingfeng smiled lightly: "I have vision. But our store has only been open for about ten days, and the business must be the best."

He dare not compare his store with a department store, but he can compare it with Cheng Xiaoming.

Since Cheng Xiaoming opened the business, he has been staring at them every day.

They can be said to be riding a tiger.

The shop Ling Qingfeng keeps is full of people coming and going every day, at least thirty or forty pieces of clothes can be sold in a day, and the average annual turnover is less than 2000 yuan per day.

And their shop, sometimes from morning to night, no one goes in, who can bear the loss of money?

Just yesterday, he watched a good show in the store.

For some unknown reason, Cheng Xiaoming and Su Baile fought in front of the store.

The passers-by didn't even try to persuade the fight, and even the waiters in their own shops stood aside and watched coldly.

Huang Mao's eyes lit up when he heard what he said: "Boss, otherwise, you can hang this dress of mine in the store. If you can't sell it today, I will give it to you. It's okay." Bar?"

If it was someone else, maybe he would agree.

But Ling Qingfeng is not a person who likes to take advantage of small things, he directly refused: "How many times do you have to tell me before you are willing to leave? Do you think that all the employees in our store are vegetarians? Every mouthful of saliva can drown kill you."

Xiao Jun also wanted to say that Ling Qingfeng didn't even give him this chance.

He greeted the three of Xiang Weixing, "Brother Xiang, Brother Mei, Brother Zhao, come over here, there is trouble here."

Xiao Jun was startled when he saw the three tall and thick men walking towards him.

He hurriedly picked up his bag and shouted: "I really have no other intentions. I just want to sell the clothes from our factory in your store. I don't worry about what you are worried about?"

Xiang Weixing stood in front of him, and said viciously: "Boy, we have been in this area for so long, and we have always found other people's troubles. You are lucky, dare to break ground on Tai Sui, believe it or not, I slap you!" Can't you tell the difference between south, east and north?"

Without waiting for Xiao Jun to speak, Zhao Songbai said casually: "What are you doing with so much nonsense with him, just find a place where no one is around and do him, and it will be over once and for all."

Xiao Jun was completely frightened, he didn't dare to pester him anymore, and ran away with his bag.

Seeing him run away, Zhao Songbai snorted coldly: "Little bastard, I can't scare you to death."

Xiao Jun didn't dare to look back until he couldn't run anymore.

Seeing that they did not catch up, a strong sense of frustration welled up spontaneously.

He bet on his wealth and trust in his life, thinking of earning a lot of money, but in the end, he couldn't even rent a small front of Nanyang Garment Factory.

For the sake of the dozen or so mouths in the factory, he had no choice but to carry his samples around to find a market.

But people are not as good as heaven.

When I came to Qingpu City, I encountered the first snow this year.

He has heard of heavy snow blocking mountains, but he never expected that heavy snow can also block traffic.

Even the trains were suspended for a week before they resumed operation.

Poor him, he had to live in a small hotel in thin clothes.

The small hotel has no heating, nor does it provide a carbon basin for heating. It is so cold that he cannot sleep every night.

In order to save money, he only eats one meal a day, and sometimes when he is really hungry, he buys a steamed stuffed bun to cushion him.

But when the train resumed operation, he found out in despair that he couldn't even buy a ticket back to Shenzhen City with the money in his hand.

Last night, he was kicked out by the hotel owner, so he had no choice but to find a bungalow with air leaks and no one to live in for the night.

If it weren't for the two thick down jackets in his hand, he doesn't know how he survived.

Originally, I thought that if I worked harder today, I would be able to take down the boss who was always in clothes, but...

When I came here yesterday, I was chatting and laughing with the other party, and the other party even accepted his business card.

But overnight, the other party avoided him like a snake and scorpion, and didn't even want to talk to him.

Even, the other party knew that his factory was a small workshop.

What's more terrible is that there are three old men in the other shop, and each of them is more ruthless than the other.

He was even sure that if he ran a step slower, he would really be done by them.

He walked with difficulty in the icy and snowy field, and the bitter cold wind made him lose consciousness all over his body, but he didn't know where he was going, he just subconsciously walked forward with his stiff legs.

Before he knew it, he came to the department store.

Looking at the pile of steaming food in front of the department store, his stomach, which hadn't felt hungry before, gurgled, and he swallowed involuntarily.

Seeing him coming, the elder sister who kept the stall greeted him warmly: "Little brother, what do you want to eat? I have meat buns, vegetable buns, sugar buns, and warm soy milk..."

Xiao Jun glanced eagerly, touched the only two yuan left in his pocket, and smiled at her: "I just took a look."