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

Ling Yue understands hunger marketing.

Ling Yue also understands the bundled sales.

But only a few cheongsams are given when the shoes are bought in their store. The market is so big, and it's not their family that has cheongsams. She can't do it anyway.

As soon as she came, she didn't sell shoes herself, the so-called interlaced mountains.

Although they are all worn on the body, she really doesn't understand this line of work.

Seeing that she insisted on leaving, the biller immediately became angry, and opened his mouth to curse in Shanghai dialect.

Ling Yue didn't understand the rest, she only understood the phrase "Little book guy" she said.

Ling Yue turned her head to look at her, and said coldly: "Put your mouth clean for me, there is no little Bion taught by Ning."

The billing clerk blushed, but dared not speak out.

Ji Zhongqiu looked at Ling Yue strangely, and then at the biller. Even if he couldn't understand anymore, he could see from the other party's expression that what Ling Yue said hit the other party's pain point.

After saying this, Ling Yue pulled Ling Xiaohua and walked out.

"Sister, what did you just say?"

"She said something dirty, I cursed back, it's nothing."

"But how do you speak Shanghai dialect?"

Ling Yue talked about him from left to right, then pointed to a cheongsam shop and said, "Oh, Xiao Hua, don't you want to buy cheongsams, let's go in and have a look?"

Watching the two sisters walk into the store, the appointed Ji Zhongqiu reluctantly lit a cigarette and stood by the door to smoke.

He was skeptical.

What are they doing in Shanghai this time?

Why did Ling Yue go in when she saw a cheongsam shop?

But he couldn't say anything, so he had to wait for them in place resignedly.

"Sister, this cheongsam shop is much more expensive than that one!"

As soon as she entered the store, Ling Xiaohua said with bright eyes.

"Hello, what do you need?"

As soon as I entered the store, a girl in her early twenties came over to say hello.

"I want to see the cheongsam, how do you sell the cheongsam?"

The other party took a look at them and asked, "Are you here to buy or just buy one or two pieces?"

She was wearing a white turtleneck sweater, a khaki coat over it, and a pair of blue jeans on her lower body. The shoes on her feet were a pair of plush fur shoes deliberately worn to avoid the cold.

When I tried on the cheongsam just now, I let my hair down, and it still gave people a very shrewd and capable feeling.

The current clothes are still a bit old-fashioned in Ling Yue's eyes, but the other party doesn't think so.

Just for this coat, at least it costs 50 yuan to start in the Shanghai stock market.

I really can't afford to wear it if I don't have any money.

"If the price is right, I'll buy more."

Hearing what she said, the other party immediately cheered up.

"Miss, I just saw you coming out of the cheongsam shop across the street. You must have had a fight with them."

Ling Yue looked at her in surprise: "How do you know?"

The other party grinned: "I didn't say that, as long as they enter their store and don't buy anything, they will definitely quarrel with each other."

"Yeah, we just asked her how to get the goods, and she said that if we get more shoes, they will sell me cheongsams." Ling Yue said helplessly, "But I don't sell shoes, I use shoes to make clothes." What."

"Oh, I see." The other party took out a small splint, "Miss, just tell me how many pieces you want."

"What's the price of this cheongsam?"

"47 yuan and five." The billing clerk glanced at it, "But I have to tell you clearly, this cheongsam is not purely handmade, and it will be more expensive if it is purely handmade. One piece may cost hundreds of yuan."

Ling Xiaohua was speechless: "Are you talking about the purchase price or the retail price?"

"Miss, you are really joking. Since you are here to purchase, I will definitely quote you the purchase price."

Ling Xiaohua widened her eyes: "Sister, a cheongsam is so expensive, aren't you afraid of dropping it in your hand?"

"You don't have to worry about this." The biller said, "Have you watched the Spring Festival Gala? Don't the cheongsams worn by the hosts look very dignified? In a few months, there will definitely be a cheongsam craze."

Ling Yue nodded.

She knew she was talking about Gu Yongfei, but the TV at home was black, so she couldn't see what color cheongsam the other party was wearing.

In fact, it is a cheongsam rather than an evening dress.

But now people's awareness is limited, and few people will associate evening dresses with cheongsams.

"I love to hear what you say." Ling Yue laughed, "Like three years ago, Mrs. Liu brought a red shirt on the Spring Festival Evening. At that time, the same style as her was everywhere when I went out. Where's the shirt?"

It's just that this cheongsam is too restrictive, and it may only be suitable for urban beauties to wear to work and go shopping.

It's really uncomfortable to wear to work in the field, and I can't move
"Yeah, I forgot if you didn't mention it." The biller laughed, "I also bought one at the time, and I'm still wearing it now."

"Comrade, we want to take a look first, can we call you later?"

The billing clerk nodded: "Okay, I'm right next to you, if you're watching it, just call me and I'll come over."

The other party was also very interested, and went back to the cashier with the clip.

Ling Yue reached out and touched a cheongsam made of red silk, and said to Ling Xiaohua: "Xiaohua, I think this cheongsam is much more comfortable than the one you tried just now, do you want to try it again?"

Ling Xiaohua shook her head: "I still don't try it. It's much colder here than at home. I'm afraid I'll catch a cold."

When Ling Xiaohua said this, Ling Yue didn't force her. She picked up an apricot-yellow cheongsam and walked into the fitting room: "If you don't try it, I will try it on."

When Ling Yue came out, Ling Xiaohua's heart that was ready to move became active again.

"Sister, why do you look so good in a cheongsam?"

Ling Yue didn't hesitate: "Maybe my hairstyle is more suitable for cheongsam."

Ling Xiaohua touched her long hair, and said bitterly, "I want to cut my hair short when I go back."

"Don't be stupid," Ling Yue laughed. "The reason why I cut my hair was because I didn't have the capital to start a business. Otherwise, I really never thought about selling my hair."

Ling Xiaohua: ...

If Ling Yue didn't mention it, she really didn't know that there was still this problem.

While the two were talking, Ji Zhongqiu who was outside the door suddenly walked in.

"I said two beauties, have you chosen yet?"

He was a big man standing at the door like a log, neither standing nor sitting, it was really awkward.

"If you haven't chosen yet, I want to go to the suit shop opposite to look at the suits."

"Then you go, we will come to you after we have chosen."

Ji Zhongqiu walked towards the suit shop opposite with great strides as if he was about to receive an amnesty.

"This guy really has no patience."

"Okay, just say a few words." Ling Yue interrupted Ling Xiaohua, "We are here to choose women's clothing, and he can't help much, so it's better to let him choose men's clothing first. If it suits us, we will enter. If it doesn't fit, buy him a set."

Ling Xiaohua looked at the dazzling array of cheongsams and said, "Sister, choose quickly. If you choose one by one from so many cheongsams, it will take time."

"No rush," Ling Yue smiled, "Let's take our time."

When buying clothes, you have to choose slowly, and they have to shop around when choosing clothes.