good old days

On the afternoon when Luo Chaosheng, Jiang Cuicui and Fan Sheng left by train, the goods from Xinjiang Province arrived.

The yard had been vacated, and after obtaining Luo Chaosheng's consent, they set up a shed in the yard. Nearly three tons of goods and seventy-eight large sacks were stacked two high in a corner of the yard. , and took the rest to the roughly decorated shop.

The shelves have been put up overtime, and the interior has been decorated. Jiang Xinyu feels that it is really simple, but when selling dried fruits in the market, there is no need to decorate the store in a fancy way.

The shop was in a mess, and several people were busy working. Jiang Xinyu sat at the door of the shop with her child in her arms, blowing the draft.

Chen Yi stood on a chair holding a hammer to hang the plaque, while Song Yahui wiped the container without stopping and poured the goods in.

The market was also very busy at noon. Even the children stopped taking a nap today and stared at their father working with a hammer without blinking.

"Western Dried Fruit"

The plaque was hung up, and someone outside read out the words on the plaque.

"It turns out your shop sells dried fruits."

The uncle spoke with a Beijing accent and spoke solemnly.

Jiang Xinyu held the child's buttocks with one hand and held him, and picked up the prepared fruit plate and handed it over to him.

"We are all neighbors from now on. You all have a try. These are dried fruits from Xinjiang Province, transported thousands of miles away. They are the sweetest."

The goods I bought this time have a little bit of everything in the fruit plate. There are two types of raisins, namely maroon and green.

People are coming and going in the market. Ninety-five percent of the shops are state-owned. Most of the surrounding neighbors have formal jobs. Having formal jobs means having purchasing power.

Who can eat the dried cantaloupe and raisins from Xinjiang Province without saying they are sweet?

They have more than a ton of merchandise that needs to be disposed of quickly, otherwise it will be thrown into their hands.

A knowledgeable man said: "Hami melon was a tribute item to the emperor in the past. The dried melon is so sweet that it is worthy of being a tribute item."

The flow of people in the market is more than ten times greater than the flow of people at the diagonal street intersection. There are still people coming and going at noon, and the faces of Chinese people are mixed with the faces of foreign friends.

"So sweet! How did you sell this?"

A foreign guy with blue eyes held raisins and asked the price in French.

Jiang Xinyu said: "Our store has not officially opened yet. Of course, if you need it, we can sell it in advance."

The French guy didn't expect that she could actually communicate with him in French, and he didn't stumble at all when he spoke.

There was a smile on his face, "I'm going back to China in a few days. Give me ten pounds of every product in your store."

If business comes to your door, there is no reason to push it out.

The store has been registered with the market management office, and the business license has been obtained. The opening date was originally scheduled for this Saturday, which is the day after tomorrow. Before the day after tomorrow, the store needs to be tidied up.

She is not very satisfied with the decoration of the store, but now the decoration materials are not as diverse as in the past. The shelves are covered with glass, and the walls are covered with large framed advertising cloths. It looks like that, but it is still bad. something.

I was in a hurry to go to Xinjiang Province, and I didn't have enough money. I said that I didn't use the passbook given by Chen Jinhua, but I still misappropriated more than [-] for goods and decoration.

The French boy tried all the varieties in the fruit plate, and especially liked raisins and dried cantaloupe, so he lost five pounds of almonds and dried figs each.

Jiang Xinyu took the dried fruits and quoted the price: "Raisins are two yuan and eighty one kilogram, dried cantaloupe is one and eighty yuan, almonds and dried figs are both one yuan and two, and dried apricots are eighty cents." The price is definitely expensive at this time, but the price is uncertain. With such a high price, how can they make money?

The freight cost for this trip alone was more than a thousand, and freight accounted for the bulk of the cost, as well as rent and labor. Doing business is not charity, so the price has to be set this way.

At this time, one franc can be exchanged for one and a half RMB. Foreigners who can travel abroad at this time are naturally rich, and they feel that one dollar in China can really buy a lot of things, and their purchasing power is quite amazing.

This French guy is not stupid. He knows that the price is not cheap, and he said in surprise: "It's really not cheap."

Jiang Xinyu's expression remained unchanged, and she said with a smile: "Our goods come from Xinjiang Province nearly three thousand miles away, and the transportation alone is not a small expense. The temperature difference between day and night is huge there, so the fruits are so sweet..."

The French boy also became interested in the Xinjiang province she talked about, and the two had a great conversation.

Song Yahui, who was weighing and packing bags, watched Teacher Jiang receive the payment of [-] yuan after talking and laughing.

Not eighty-nine dollars, but eighty-nine.

In the past, he worked non-stop every day and could earn up to twenty-five dollars a month at the brick and tile factory, but this order sold eighty-nine dollars!
  Is it so easy to make money in the capital?
  Song Yahui was in a daze.

"Beautiful Miss Dongfang, I will give you one more yuan as reward. I hope you can send me to the Capital Hotel."

The French guy left his name and room number, and Song Yahui tied the bag with a rope.

Jiang Xinyu saw that the packaging was really unattractive, so she thought about ordering some packaging bags and gift boxes.

People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. If you want to sell at a high price, you have to package it.

You are in a rush to open a store, so you have to do everything slowly.

The people who came to join in the fun in the shop naturally took a fancy to her when they saw that she could speak foreign languages ​​and talked so smoothly with foreigners.

Chen Yi has delivered the goods and will go back to school directly after delivering the goods.

Song Yahui was busy, and many people came to the shop to watch the fun and taste the dried fruits. Many people said they were delicious, but only two or three out of ten were willing to pay for them.

Jiang Xinyu is not disappointed either. Pork these days only costs seventy-eight cents a pound. Some of her dried fruits are more expensive than meat. It is normal for most people to be reluctant to part with it.

It hasn't officially opened yet, but it sold [-] yuan before closing in the middle of the afternoon. If it wasn't for the children whining and wanting to poop, Jiang Xinyu would definitely not let them come back again.

On the bus back, the orange-red sunset fell on the glass and was eye-catching.

The child fell asleep in front of her, and she held it with sore hands and arms.

"Teacher Jiang, Brother Chang Hai is leaving tomorrow. I will live with you from now on?" he asked, scratching his head.

Jiang Xinyu has been too busy lately, and Chen Yi is also running between schools and stores every day. The two of them are so busy that they can just fall asleep at night, and they really don't have time to look for a place.

"Don't call me Teacher Jiang from now on. I'm a few years older than you. Just call me sister. From now on, you'll stay at our place for a while. We'll find a place after this busy period is over."

Song Yahui nodded.

After getting on the bus, an idea flashed in Jiang Xinyu's mind.

She knew what was going on in the store. The floor looked bare, and the name of the store was "Western Fragrance" Dried Fruit. They could have cut out the three large blankets that Abdul gave them and spread them on the ground. This way it would look like the store was not. More Western style?