I became the richest man in the world after losing my life in a vegetative state

Yang Ming was really surprised to see a few aunties selling clothes here.

After all, this is 1979, not the 1990s, and certainly not after 2000.

The clothes here still seem to be mainly gray, black, and navy blue. There are not a lot of them. They are just placed on ordinary shelves, and these new clothes are placed here.

Occasionally, other citizens passing by would come to take a look or ask about the price. If they found it inappropriate, they would leave.

Yang Ming knew that these clothes should not be mass-produced by garment factories, but produced by his own family or a small private workshop.

"Beautiful boy."

When I saw Yang Ming walking over wearing sunglasses, I originally wanted to ask Yang Ming to buy clothes.

Looking at the way people like Yang Ming are dressed, the quality of these clothes is much better than what they sell here. With the clothes these people were wearing, they definitely looked down upon their clothes here.

"Beautiful girl, can I touch your clothes?" An aunt selling clothes looked at Zhong Chuhong and asked.

"Can."

The aunt who sold clothes touched Zhong Chuhong's skirt and felt that the quality was different. It felt very soft and comfortable. She had not seen a skirt made of this kind of fabric in China.

"Beautiful girl, where did you buy this dress?"

"Hong Kong."

It turned out to be bought from Xiangjiang, no wonder.

"How much does that cost?"

How much?

The skirts worn by Ah Zhu and Zhong Chuhong are really not cheap. At least it may take an ordinary person in China one month's salary to afford them.

Zhong Chuhong said a number, and the aunt selling clothes looked very surprised.

"Auntie, how much do you sell these clothes for?"

"I sell a set here for 6 yuan."

6 yuan a set?

Calculated based on current wages in China, it is indeed not cheap. In other words, one month's salary can only buy a few sets of new clothes.

"However, this vest and undershirt only cost 8 cents each."

This kind of white vest and red vest are very thin, very cool and comfortable to wear in summer. This undershirt is also made of pure cotton, but it is more sweat-absorbent, so it is also more comfortable to wear in summer.

Yang Ming picked it up and looked at it, and found that the quality was actually very good. It was much cheaper for ordinary people to buy and wear it than the 'Que Liang' set just now.

Of course he wouldn't wear Yang Ming's identity.

On the contrary, Zhang Guohua and his bodyguards thought it was very good. He wanted to buy some to take back to Xiangjiang to wear, or even send them back to his relatives in his hometown.

Although Lin Dezhong has prepared new clothes for them.

"Mr. Yang, I want to buy some to take back to Xiangjiang. Also, I want to buy some to send to my family."

The main reason is that Zhang Guohua and others think that 80 cents a piece is not bad. If they buy it in a department store in Yanjing, they may need to pay a higher price.

Everything they eat, drink, and use is provided by the state. However, they also have a monthly salary of ten yuan, which they previously sent back to their hometown to their families.

This time when they went south to protect Mr. Yang, the superiors gave each of them a special subsidy of 50 yuan. They always carried this money with them.

Yang Ming didn't expect that these people would still want to buy clothes.

Chen Zhenhua reminded: "Guohua, our Yang family has distributed new clothes."

Chen Zhenhua really didn't expect Zhang Guohua and the others to take a fancy to these clothes.

"Then buy it."

When the aunties selling clothes heard that Zhang Guohua and others were interested, they immediately became very enthusiastic about selling.

They even took out a lot more from the big bag at the back, all of which were vests and undershirts. They originally sold them to others for 0.8 yuan each, but now they buy more at once, and they can negotiate the price. They are ready to sell them for 0.6 yuan each. Lose.

Zhang Guohua and others also have many brothers at home, and now they have bought a lot.

"Don't you want it?"

Yang Ming looked at Chen Zhenhua and asked.

"Boss, I'm not used to wearing those."

Many people who have just immigrated to Hong Kong also like to wear this kind of vests and undershirts.

Like the gangster Cheung Tsai Keung who appeared in the 1990s, he just likes to wear a red vest.

Chen Zhenhua and others grew up in Xiangjiang. There were so many clothes to choose from, so there was no need to buy these.

After Zhang Guohua and the others finished buying.

These aunties selling clothes seemed even happier. Zhang Guohua and the others each bought ten or twenty pieces, which meant that they had been doing business here for almost a week.

Of course I'm happy to make money.

"Auntie, how many pieces do you usually sell here?"

Yang Ming asked.

"About a dozen pieces."

For them, a dozen items were considered pretty good.

Each piece can earn 20 cents, and a dozen pieces can earn 3 or 4 yuan.

After a month, I really made a lot of money.

Yang Ming did a simple calculation and was a little surprised.

Don't these aunties who sell clothes make hundreds of yuan in net profit in a month?

"Auntie, do you make hundreds of yuan a month?"

"Absolutely! It's even better during the Chinese New Year. During that time, you can earn two to three hundred yuan a month."

This time, Yang Ming had nothing.

Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were surprised.

Their salaries are not that high.

Although the state provides food and housing, it only amounts to a few dozen yuan a month.

These aunties who sell clothes make tens or hundreds of dollars in net profit every month.

These two people were really surprised.

This is too profitable.

If Mr. Yang hadn't taken them out for a spin, they wouldn't have known how profitable selling clothes was.

Yang Ming nodded, he felt it was normal.

This is what selling clothes is all about.

Later, several wholesale markets for buying and selling clothes in Yangcheng first produced a large number of households worth ten thousand yuan. Later, the wholesale markets selling clothes produced a large number of millionaires and even multi-millionaires.

Many others, even from other provinces, are not local.

Yang Ming thought it was nothing, and Azhu and Zhong Chuhong were also a little surprised, because domestic prices are now very low, which means that the higher the income, the better the quality of life.

"Auntie, your business is good. It's better than working in a state-owned enterprise to get a job."

"There is no such thing as an iron rice bowl. We don't have to do anything in the iron rice bowl. We just have to wait for the salary every month. We have to set up stalls every day, exposed to the sun and rain. There will be more vendors selling clothes, and it won't be that good. Make a profit, I heard that some new garment factories have opened in Guancheng, and the price of goods there is lower, but it is more difficult to go from Guangcheng to Guancheng." The aunt selling clothes inadvertently said said.

Garment factory in Guancheng?

Yang Ming guessed that this must be foreign capital.

It’s either a garment factory from Xiangjiang or a garment factory from other places.

With the large number of machines produced by garment factories like these, the production costs are naturally much lower than those of state-owned garment factories or even small private workshops in China.

In this case, their prices naturally have a great advantage, and the wholesale price is naturally very low.

"Both Guancheng and Pengcheng should have them," Yang Ming said.

"Then it looks like I'll have to ask that damn guy at home to get the goods over there." said the aunt selling clothes.

When Zhang Guohua and others took inventory of their clothes, they seemed very happy.

These clothes are all new, and it is quite honorable to send them back to my hometown to my brothers, relatives and friends.

“Secretary Zhang, don’t know where I can send clothes?”

"Postal service. The post office in Yangcheng can send it."

Secretary Zhang said.

"Zhang Guohua, you go and send the clothes back first, then just go back to the Friendship Hotel and wait for me."

"Mr. Yang, we want to protect your safety."

Yang Ming looked at them holding so many clothes, how could they protect him?

What's more, people like Chen Zhenhua are here now.

"No, you go and do your own thing first."

"Yes, Mr. Yang."

Zhang Guohua and others seemed very happy.

They also bought those vests and undershirts for Lin Guoqiang who was far away in Xiangjiang.

chapter Five!

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