Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 40

"Look at the workmanship, look at this model."

"There is only one batch of this in the whole country, until sold out."

Looking at it now, Dad Jiang yelled the loudest: "35 yuan for a pair of high-end bell-bottom pants, come and have a look...the customized style from the second clothing factory..."

The second brother, Jiang He, decided to give up. He felt that it was the most important thing to stop some talents, but he must not trample on the flared pants.

The more people gathered, Jiangshan gradually discovered that the comrades of the masses are more enthusiastic about display boards than bell-bottom pants.

He quickly picked up a pair of flared pants and shook them off. The white flared pants immediately attracted the attention of some girls.

These two female stars are so fashionable in their clothes, they can't take their eyes off for a long time.

"Look at the workmanship, look at this model."

After making the appearance, Swipe ~ Jiang Shan drew the trousers on Zhenyou's body again: "Look, they are exactly the same."

Damn, Jiang Shan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, even the length is about the same.

With just a few movements, the already itchy onlookers have already picked up the flared trousers on the stall.

Gestures of gestures, consultations of consultations.

Everything is good, but too expensive.

But some girls who have just visited the mall recently also know that they have never seen this pair of pants.

Dad Jiang: "Today, there are only a few pairs of white flared trousers. Whoever has the quickest hands will get them."

Jiang Shan: "Don't think it's too expensive. Once these pants enter the department store in a few days, you won't even be able to take 50."

"It's true," one of the women said deeply, "Last week, I just bought a pair of trousers at the People's Market, and they didn't look as good as they did, and they cost me 38 yuan."

"The trousers of Xinbai are also very expensive now, and those with a slightly higher grade cost 3 to 40 yuan."

Jiang Shan's voice sounded again at the right time: "It's so beautiful, Kurihara Komaki's flared pants of the same style, an Italian designer."

The other side also shouted: "Imported fabrics, imported designers, Zhen Yumi and Kurihara Komaki's favorite."

"Look at the workmanship, look at this model."

"There is only one batch of this in the whole country, until sold out."

"35 yuan a pair of high-end flared pants, come and have a look..."

At this time, a young girl appeared: "Oh, you actually sell flared trousers here. That's great. I've been looking for this kind of trousers for the past few days. I heard that Yanjing has long been popular."

After speaking, he asked for a pair in her size, made a little gesture, and bought it happily.

Jiang Shan, wearing the overalls of the Second Garment Factory, squeezed the money and shouted: "There is only one batch in the whole country, until sold out."

With a bang, the young girls who were hesitant just now are already collecting money.

"Get me a pair of white flared pants,"

A female comrade handed over the money over them. After all, it was a middle-aged woman with pride: "Large size is fine."

Dad Jiang took the money steadily, his legs were already trembling.

At this time, Jiang Chuan, holding a pair of white bell-bottoms, looked at the bustling stalls on both sides of the Da Guangming Cinema across the road from a distance next to his elder brother.

Just now, they have completed the last transaction for tonight.

Looking at the crowded scene, Jiang Hai couldn't help feeling: "Someone really bought it!"

A pair of trousers is worth more than half a month's salary.

Little sister Jiang Chuan tightly held the flared pants in her hand: "How beautiful, I would buy them if I had money."

"Okay, pay attention to concealment, the third child said, you are called a friendship cameo."

Jiang Hai took the flared trousers from his younger sister, took the four pairs he bought at other stalls, and walked towards the opposite side together:

"You must not be discovered by anyone. I will send them pants."

Jiang Hai's five pairs of trousers were delivered in a timely manner, and the white flared trousers on both sides of the booth had already been sold out.

Jiang Shan has changed his name to Kurihara Komaki's black flared pants.

As the doors of the theater opened at 7 o'clock, crowds flocked out to join the ranks of buying immediately.

Although the number of people watching far exceeded the number of people buying, the 120 pairs of flared trousers at the two booths were sold out quickly.

"Are there still bell-bottom pants for sale tomorrow?"

"Are you guys coming tomorrow?"

"Will the white flared pants disappear?"

"..."

A few lesbians who didn't get the bell-bottom pants were very anxious and questioned the various sellers.

At this time, several senior sellers who had grown rapidly still smiled and explained enthusiastically.

This feeling of being chased to buy is not to mention how beautiful it is.

I only hate that I was too cowardly before, and didn't dare to wear more pants.

Otherwise, wouldn't it still be on sale for a while!
They have completely believed at this time, Jiang Shan's words before departure:

The flared trousers in the warehouse today will be their bicycles, wardrobes, TVs, and Pujiang watches in the future...

Jiang's father held his bulging money bag for a while, and his heart could finally fall to the ground.

……

On the way home, Comrade Jiang Shan didn't want to say a word anymore, and hummed in a hoarse voice: "I'm going to work."

He walked towards the printing factory, he just wanted to get into the warehouse and sleep.

Jiang Ma shook her head, put away her distressed gaze, and hurried home.

Lao Jiang now has a huge amount of money, not only that, but the payment of other employees will be sent to Jiang's family soon, and they dare not spend the night with so much money.

Li Ruocheng and his wife, who thought they would have to wait for a long time, heard movement from the front yard before eight o'clock.

A team of beaming people from the fourth workshop was stopped by colleagues from the same factory in the front yard as soon as they entered the gate of the courtyard.

"Didn't you sell your pants?"

"Where are the pants?"

"If you can't sell it, let's return it."

"I said earlier that these pants are not easy to sell..."

Father Jiang looked proud at this time, and his voice was also practiced: "The flared pants have long been sold out."

Jiang Ma looked disdainful: "It's only half an hour's work, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have followed."

Other employee representatives were also full of confidence: "That's right, we still underestimated the enthusiasm of the masses."

"I didn't think so before, but now the more I look at flared pants, the better they look."

"Of course, otherwise, why would other celebrities wear it?"

Jiang Xiangnan, who had two female stars between his elbows, would have already walked into the house.

He firmly stood the two female celebrities against the wall, and now he touched the purse hanging around his neck, wanting to burn incense sticks to the two in front of him.

It took a long time for Lao Jiang's house to turn off the lights tonight, and none of the family members lying on their beds were willing to close their eyes.

I feel that today is fresh and exciting.

At this time, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were lying on both sides of a large bag of money, touching it with their hands from time to time.

All the flared trousers of the six groups sold very well, and the purchase price of 12600 yuan made up of various small-denomination notes looked spectacular.

This night's ten thousand yuan household, Jiang Ma only felt that she was suffering, guarding a pile of money like a hill, how could she sleep.

……

At nine o'clock the next morning, the leaders of various departments of the Pujiang City Propaganda Department walked into the director's office one after another. Letter of application.

(End of this chapter)