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Chapter 120: Lurking

The purchasing power of the textile workers was as expected by Fangyan. In just one afternoon, almost all the items on the stall were sold out.

The satisfied female workers left chattering.

The other stall owners were jealous.

Fang Yan came over with Bai Ruoxue and the others, looked at Han Yuemin and Fang Hong who were holding wads of money, and whispered a reminder:

"Brother Han, don't just stand there. Don't show off your wealth. Let's close the stall."

"Yeah."

Han Yuemin finally came to his senses and felt that everyone was staring at him. He didn't even bother to count the money and hurriedly packed up his stall.

"Yanzi, you accompany Yuemin back."

Fang Hong also came back to her senses and handed him the money solemnly: "Yan Zi and I will go see Xiao Ya, Ruo Xue and the others off."

Fang Yan nodded and clarified the division of labor with Fang Hong. The girls were in one group, and the boys were in another group. They waved goodbye to each other.

"Teacher Fang!"

“Don’t forget to come and watch our play rehearsal if you have the chance!”

Bai Ruoxue put her hands to her mouth, clenched into a trumpet shape, and watched Fang Yan and Han Yuemin disappear from her sight.

After a while, the two appeared in Han Yuemin's home.

Bicycles and tricycles used for stalls are parked at the door.

"Hey, thank you, auntie."

Fang Yan took the hot water from Han's mother and walked into his small and cramped room. "Brother Han, how is the inventory going?"

"In total, in total..."

Han Yuemin stared at the densely packed hearts on the bed, a string of numbers turning around in his head.

All the costs including board and lodging, train fares, purchasing and even photo developing fees were recovered. The 45 pairs of jeans were snapped up and sold out in just one afternoon, making a net profit of 495 yuan. There were only three Casio digital watches left.

Add in the socks and music tapes, and all added up, this trip netted nearly 1000 yuan!
1000 yuan a day, that’s yuan a month!
I may not be able to save that much money in my lifetime!

"Yanzi, I'm a little panicked now."

Han Yuemin was obviously shocked and stammered.

"Brother Han, why are you panicking? Come, have a drink of water to calm your nerves."

Fangyan handed over the cup of water.

“This money came too quickly.”

Han Yuemin took several sips in a row.

"Brother Han, this is just the beginning. Don't forget, today is only the first day of your opening. There are still many days to come."

Fangyan joked, "But in a few days, you may have to go to Hangzhou again to purchase goods."

"Yes, yes, yes, get some stock."

Han Yuemin said with lingering fear: "No wonder Yanzi asked me to buy more goods from Red Sun. Fortunately, I listened to you!"

“I didn’t expect it to sell so quickly.”

Fangyan reminded that this time was rather special and demand would gradually slow down in the future, and it would be impossible to encounter this situation every time he set up a stall.

Han Yuemin took it seriously to heart, then took out a photo of himself with Zhang Yu and others from his bag.

"Yanzi, now I understand what you mean by 'star effect'!"

"Understood?"

"I totally understand!"

Han Yuemin was very excited. "If it weren't for the slogan 'the same jeans as Zhang Yu', the price of 35 yuan alone would have scared away many female workers."

Then he sighed, "It's all thanks to your sister's willingness to be a model, and your sister's friends' support. If it weren't for them, the female workers would probably still be struggling over whether to buy it or not."

"Things only taste better when you snatch them away."

Fangyan crossed his legs, looking as if he had expected this.

"Oh, I shouldn't have just left like that. I didn't even thank them properly." Han Yuemin slapped his forehead.

Fangyan was happy, "Of course you should thank them. You can invite them out for dinner some other day and thank them in person."

"Alright, alright."

Han Yuemin smiled and then talked about profit sharing.
He insisted on changing the original 50-50 split to 40-60.

"It's fifty-fifty, so it's fifty-fifty."

When Fangyan heard that he accounted for 60%, he waved his hand.

"No, that won't do. This idea, this method, and even the location of this stall are all yours."

Han Yuemin shook his head and said, "I just lend my strength and voice, anyone can do it."

"Let's not push each other back and forth."

After refusing several times, the dialect mentioned "Siheyuan".

Han Yuemin heard the hidden meaning behind his words. He wanted to make more money, change houses earlier, and be with Fang Hong sooner...

At that time, these shares will belong to you, and even more so to Fang Hong!
"Brother Han, please continue to help me find out about the house."

Fang Yan said, "Also, I want to remind you that it's best to have a few trustworthy people in the future. It's too dangerous to set up a stall or go to Hangzhou to buy goods alone. There are pickpockets, robbers, road bullies, and gangsters. One more person means more care."

Han Yuemin hesitated and said, "We can't hire this person, right?"

The dialect says: "Nowadays, we say 'seven up and eight down'. If there are less than eight people, we call them asking for help, and if there are more than eight people, we call them hiring workers."

"Really!"

Han Yuemin felt relieved and listened to him talking endlessly. He told him to make more trips and accumulate enough funds and experience, then move from Dongbalizhuang to Xiushui Street, which was adjacent to the Diplomatic Apartments, Guomao and other gathering places for foreigners and overseas Chinese.

This is the treasure land where the first batch of self-employed people in Yanjing became rich.

It is known as the "International Dao Master's Back Warehouse".

They usually “stockpile” clothes bought from the south at low prices and then sell them at high prices to those who purchase in large quantities in Xiushui Street.

In the near future, they will even go abroad and sell the clothes they have "stockpiled" at low prices at higher prices.

“You spend RMB.”

"It is very likely that what is recovered is foreign currency and foreign exchange certificates." Fang Yan said with a smile: "If we trade with Wen San and his group of ticket worms, we can make more money by going in and out."

"Yanzi, how do you know everything?"

Han Yuemin was both excited and curious.

"I'm a writer, and I often go to the streets to collect opinions and conduct research."

Fangyan said: "Of course I have to find out about these new things of self-employed people. I won't tell ordinary people about this kind of thing."

"I understand, I understand." Han Yuemin said seriously, "I will never tell anyone about these things, except your sister."

"You need to apply for the business license for that self-employed person as soon as possible."

Fangyan reminded.

"Hehe, I'm already going through the formalities. I don't want to be chased around by the police and the industrial and commercial authorities like a chicken when I set up a stall in the future."

"Not only for this, but also for you and my sister to use our strengths in the future."

"Specialty?"

“Design, tailoring, textile craft.”

Fangyan looked back at his sewing machine and the books on cutting on the table, such as "Clothing Cutting" and "Cutting and Tailoring". Maybe he couldn't make down jackets and woolen coats, but he could always make bags, socks and skirts with a sewing machine.

What is lacking these days is not tailors, but fabrics.

The Linjiayuan Market in Qiaqia Wen'ou has the needed fabrics.

"You want us to import the fabric and make it ourselves?"

Han Yuemin's eyes widened.

"Brother Han, don't you want to be the director of a clothing factory one day and produce the fashions designed by my sister? There will be opportunities in the future!"

Fangyan patted his shoulder and stood up.

Han Yuemin ate the pie he had drawn and couldn't help but imagine the future.

The picture is so beautiful that I can’t even imagine it!
When he saw him about to leave, he quickly stopped him and said, "Yanzi, you forgot to take the money."

Fang Yan said, "Brother Han, look at you, you are anxious again. Didn't we just say that we will split the accounts at the end of the year? I will keep this money with you. You can continue to manage it for me and let the money make money. You won't refuse, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

Han Yuemin said nervously, "I'm just afraid that I might get hurt accidentally. I don't know how to face you and your sister."

"Don't think like that. Losing some money is nothing. It's my honor to witness your infinite potential being stimulated, Brother Han!"

Fangyan gave a meaningful smile.

"Iwako..."

As their eyes met, Han Yuemin couldn't help but get excited.

Fang Yan said "oh" and took out the newspaper that Fang Hong asked him to pass on from his bag, and said the message he was going to convey.

"Tell your sister for me, I won't let her down!"

Han Yuemin has never wanted to make progress more than he does now.

...............

Before going home, Fangyan went to Quanjude first.

Carrying a roast duck, he strode into the house.

In the small kitchen, Yang Xia poked her head out and frowned:

"Yanzi, why did you come back just now?"

"Hey, look what this is?"

Fangyan held the duck high and grinned.

"You, leave it here."

Yang Xia asked him to wash his hands quickly and eat later.

After Fang Yan washed his hands, he entered the house and saw Fang Hong and Fang Yan sitting in front of the TV. At this time, the first National Excellent Mass Song Award jointly organized by the Ministry of Culture and the Music Association was playing.

"The night in the naval port is quiet,"

"The waves rocked the warship gently..."

"The sea breeze blows gently,"

"The waves rock you gently."

Fang Hong was listening to "Night in the Naval Port" casually, then turned around and asked about Han Yuemin's situation, asking about this and that.

Fangyan answered patiently and reported truthfully.

"How can you make so much money? Will there be any problem?"

Fang Hong was shocked when she heard about the revenue and profit.

"Normally, no. After all, the higher authorities encourage workers to 'leave their jobs without pay' and find their own way out." Fang Yan said that at most it would be a borderline case, and it would be much better once they got a business license.

"That's good." Fang Hong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry too much about Brother Han. He's very smart."

Fangyan caught a glimpse of a pile of People's Literature on the table out of the corner of his eye.

"Another sample issue sent to you."

Fang Hong asked curiously, "What novel are you writing this time?"

"Insidious, a spy novel."

Fangyan opened the books and picked up the top one.

The publication of "Insidious" came at a good time.

It happened to be not long after the broadcast of "Eighteen Years in the Enemy Camp", which was the first domestically produced long-form TV series. Once it was broadcast, it was immediately welcomed by the people across the country.

The viewing frenzy caused by the spy war drama has not yet passed.

The east wind brings spring to the eyes, and the rising tide is the time to set sail.

"Lost" is released!

(End of this chapter)