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

Ling Yue handed over the money in his hand to Ji Zhongqiu and asked him to count it again: "Here is 6000 yuan, you can count it. If there is no problem, I will go to Zhushi tomorrow."

Ji Zhongqiu took it over and counted it, nodded and said, "6000 yuan is right."

Ling Yue found a paper bag to put the money in, and asked him, "How do you pay your salary?"

Ji Zhongqiu thought for a while: "Your side is basic salary plus commission, and my side is the same as yours, lest the big guys gossip."

"Okay, if you say that, then I will calculate their salary in this way."

The two sisters, Chen Zhaodi and Chen Pandi, have been working with her for so long, and they were supposed to pay their wages yesterday, but they forgot about it as soon as there were too many things.

When she set up a stall before, Chen Zhaodi's salary was paid on a daily basis, but now that she is opening a shop, her salary cannot be paid on a daily basis.

In addition, I am busy today, and I will pay them the salary for everything tomorrow.

After distributing the money and finishing the accounts, Ling Yue began to count the turnover of his store.

After all, there are only two stores, and I am not in charge of the store, so the business is neither good nor bad.

Only sold for more than 4000 two hundred dollars.

Ji Zhongqiu watched with jealousy as she put the money into the bag, and saw her take out all the turnover of the past few days.

When Ling Yue returned home, Chen Zhaodi sold her more than 1 yuan, plus today's more than 1 yuan, the money in her hand was more than 2 yuan.

It is definitely not suitable to put so much money at home, it still has to be deposited in the bank.

Looking at the huge pile of money, Ji Zhongqiu stared straight at it, and said with a smirk, "Sister, so much money, how about I enjoy myself?"

"What addiction do you want?" Ling Yue refused without raising her head, "I'll tell you, don't mess with me. If you have money, save it, and marry a wife later, with your wife's help , you can open one more."

Ji Zhongqiu rolled his eyes: "Sister, can you stop being like my uncle, always urging me to find a wife? Am I doing well alone?"

Ling Yue gave him a blank look, but ignored him.

Turned around and went to the door.

Ji Zhongqiu followed, Ling Xiaohua had already counted the clothes and packed a big bag.

Ling Yue said to him: "Mid-Autumn Festival, come over and check the quantity. If there is no problem, you can pull it over and sell it tomorrow before counting the money with me."

Ji Zhongqiu walked slowly to the big bag of clothes, carried them and walked out: "I don't count, I'm lazy, let the employees count after they go to work tomorrow."

Throwing the clothes on the tricycle, Ji Zhongqiu rode the tricycle to the store.

After seeing off Ji Zhongqiu, Ling Yue dragged his tired body, counted the goods in the shop, and washed and went to sleep after confirming that they were correct.

Since the business in my store was not very good yesterday, and I was going to Zhushi to buy goods in the afternoon, none of the five people in Lingyue's store went to Ji Zhongqiu's.

There was no one there in the morning, so Ling Yue led them to clear out all the broken clothes in the store and put them at the door, planning to deal with them first.

As soon as I heard that there was a special price to deal with clothes, no one came in the store, and they all looked around the two display racks at the door.

Ling Yue carried a bag and guarded it personally, and didn't need to say much, just told them what price the clothes were selling for before, and what price they were selling for now.

The clothes are all brought in through her hands, and only she knows the purchase price best.

In less than two hours, none of these processed clothes were left.

The customers who didn't buy it were still a little unsatisfied, and strongly urged Ling Yue to come back with another batch of cheap clothes.

Ling Yue just smiled and didn't take what they said to heart.

Just kidding, if there are special clothes on sale every day, how can I make money?

At eleven o'clock, Ling Yue asked Xiao Hua to go in and cook. She and Wang Zhaoyang had to go to Zhushi after dinner, and there was no delay.

Counting, Wang Zhaoyang hadn't gone to work for almost a week, and at this time the National Day statutory holiday was only a short two days, that is to say, if he went to Zhushi today, he would have to ask for at least another day off.

But since he saved 1 yuan this morning, Wang Zhaoyang also has a little disdain for the pitiful salary of more than 40 yuan.

More than 40 yuan, his wife earned it back in an hour or two, and his salary seems to be dispensable now.

In Ling Yue's words, those tens of dollars are completely pocket money.

To be on the safe side, Ling Yue and Wang Zhaoyang each carried a bag.

The money is also packed separately, so it won't look bulging.

After getting off the train, Ling Yue took Wang Zhaoyang into the hotel with ease.

It was the first time for Wang Zhaoyang to come to Zhushi's clothing wholesale market. Seeing so many styles of clothes in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he wished he could put all these clothes in his pockets and take them away.

After buying the goods, the train had already left, and they were not in a hurry. After they each carried a bag of clothes and put them in the hotel room, they began to look around again.

Ling Yue still has a lot of goods in her own store, mainly for Ji Mid-Autumn Festival.

This time Ji Zhongqiu didn't come, and Ling Yue finally didn't have to endure someone whispering in her ear.

Men's jackets, leather clothes, suits, shirts, jeans, flared trousers, Chinese tunic suits, padded clothes, and ties, etc., she put in more than 2000 yuan for men's clothing alone.

Women's clothing is relatively more.

In addition to the regular models for autumn, Ling Yue also added cotton coats and a small amount of down jackets.

After all, down jackets haven't become popular yet. Everyone mainly wears cotton-padded clothes in winter, and the price of down jackets is a bit expensive. Ling Yue only bought five styles, five pieces for each style.

It seems that the number is not large, but Ling Yue never expected that the current down jacket has a cute nickname, called "bread jacket".

The reason for this nickname is entirely due to the limitation of the fabric and processing level, the style is single, the cashmere content is low, the filling is large, and the appearance is bloated.

But bloated is bloated, better than keeping warm.

But these five down jackets are packed into a big bag.

It's not too heavy to carry, but it takes up too much space.

After buying more than 5000 yuan of women's clothing, Ling Yue couldn't help sighing as soon as he packed it.

This time, nearly 8000 yuan worth of goods were sold in seven or eight packages.

With so many bags of clothes, it seems that I can only find someone to deliver them to the platform, and then ask him to help them onto the train.

If only there is logistics!

After running for a whole day, Ling Yue was also exhausted. She lay down on the bed early to rest, and took Wang Zhaoyang to the clothing wholesale market again the next day.

Ling Yue still has to buy some clothes for Ling Xiaohua.

Ling Xiaohua was forced to come here by Ling's father and mother. At first she refused to come, but she couldn't stand the threat of Ling's father and mother, and she was afraid of delaying Wang Zhaoyang's work, so she reluctantly followed.

I wiped my tears all the way on the bus until I got on the train, but I refused to speak at all on the train, just staring blankly out of the dark window.

Wang Zhaoyang didn't come over last time, and he didn't like the clothes he bought for him, so he put them in Ji Zhongqiu's shop and let him sell them.

This time, Ling Yue simply let him choose.

It took two hours to buy all the clothes for everyone. Ling Yue found a cart and rushed back to the hotel. Wang Zhaoyang and the cart master moved back and forth two or three times before moving all the clothes onto the cart. .

It was already dark when we returned to Qingpu City, but fortunately Ji Zhongqiu and Ling Xiaohua came over, and Ling Xiaohua was dumbfounded seeing their big and small bags of clothes.