My 1983

"I plan to sell my backpack for twelve yuan a piece and a cross-body bag for ten yuan a piece," Lu Xiaofeng said while touching his chin on the side.

"How much?" At this moment, Song Limin's eyes were round, and the price he quoted at the beginning was relatively bold, but he didn't expect Lu Xiaofeng to have such a big appetite.

"Uncle Song, I think so, since our backpack is a brand, it must have a brand effect.

Let the customers who buy our backpacks not only feel practical and novel, but also have a sense of pride and glory of carrying our backpacks.

Although the price has gone up, the person who bought it will psychologically find some advantages for our backpack to set off the value for money.

Song Limin also had to agree with Lu Xiaofeng's words, although what he said was a little unpleasant, but the truth is indeed this truth, think about carrying a backpack of more than a dozen pieces, it is estimated that others can look at themselves more when walking on the road.

"I have to say Xiaofeng, you are really business material, this point you Uncle Song and I are going to give you a thumbs up."

The more he knew Lu Xiaofeng and Song Limin, the more surprised he was, and now his attitude towards Lu Xiaofeng was more like his own peers, and he was also a teacher and friend.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Lu Xiaofeng asked about the business license again.

"The license is already being processed, it is estimated that it will take half a month, I don't know if it will affect your opening."

Song Limin felt that Lu Xiaofeng's stall was a little big, the hot pot shop over there had not yet opened, and backpacks were sold here, and with a few of them, it was indeed a little inadequate.

Lu Xiaofeng can't help, seeing that the market environment is getting better and better, he must work hard, and the saying that time is money is the truth at all times.

However, he doesn't care about the time of the business license, according to the current progress, the hot pot restaurant will have at least half a month to complete the decoration, and now let Tian Defa stare over there alone. On my side, I went all out to prepare the backpack thing.

Seeing that everything was over, Lu Xiaofeng did not stay to eat, and made an appointment with several employees of the garment factory in the evening, and now the production of backpacks is very much needed.

After about two or three days, Lu Xiaofeng already had dozens of backpacks and cross-body bags in his hands, and today he took Ermao to try his luck near the department store.

Since there are no entertainment facilities in this era, people from work like to come to the department store whether they buy things or not.

After finding a place, Lu Xiaofeng and Er Mao spread out the stall.

"Ermao! You're shouting! Lu Xiaofeng looked at Er Mao next to him who lowered his head and became angry.

This kid has paid special attention to his image since he entered the city, and most of the people around him are young people, and sometimes a little girl of the same age can make Er Mao blush with a curious glance at this side.

"Brother Xiaofeng, I... I......! Er Mao lowered his head and did not dare to look into Lu Xiaofeng's eyes.

"Screw up the stuff!" Lu Xiaofeng looked at Er Mao's appearance and scolded: "You still bluff when you sell crayfish in Baiyuan Town, and you will be instigated as soon as you enter the city."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, it seemed that he still had to rely on himself.

"Come on, come on! Don't miss it when you pass by, the export is transferred to domestic sales, and the backpack cross-body bag is cheaply handled! "

Lu Xiaofeng can only sell it himself, business is like this, if you want face, then there is no inside."

After Lu Xiaofeng shouted like this, several young girls around him instantly surrounded him.

"Comrade! Your cross-body bag is so good-looking, is it really exportable?

"Of course, these are all exported to Europe, and now this batch is processed domestically."

Er Mao on the side looked stupid, it turned out that it could still be operated like this, the origin of this backpack was the clearest, but he didn't expect Lu Xiaofeng to lie and come with his mouth open.

"Then it must be expensive, right?" A girl with lipstick on the side asked.

"This cross-body bag in your hand is sold to foreigners for ten dollars a piece, and it is also ten yuan for our own people, but it is only yuan!"

"Really?" The eyes of several girls lit up instantly. "But... It's still a little too expensive. A chubby girl next to her said with a cross-body bag.

She really loves these cross-body bags, regardless of the style or quality.

"It's not expensive, beauty, you think, you carry this bag, others will definitely ask, if you know that these are foreigners carrying bags, then I don't envy you!" Lu Xiaofeng tried hard to describe the scene after buying the bag with everyone.

The fat girl was overwhelmed by Lu Xiaofeng's beautiful call. The word "beauty" was almost unspoken in this era. If this is put in the mouth of others, he will directly call him a hooligan, but looking at Lu Xiaofeng, who is still a little handsome in front of him, the fat girl's face is red with shame.

"That... That... Just bring me one. The fat girl lowered her head and did not dare to look at Lu Xiaofeng, and shyly handed Lu Xiaofeng ten yuan from her hand.

Everyone saw that someone bought it for a while, and they were also competing to pay, and within a while, more than a dozen cross-body bags were sold, but no one bought backpacks.

Seeing that only the backpack was left in front of him, Er Mao stood on the side and stared at Lu Xiaofeng and stammered, he only saw what business is today.

"Brother Xiaofeng, you are too... Too..."

Er Mao really couldn't think of any words to use to describe Lu Xiaofeng.

"Don't be too much, learn a little, you can't pull face and how to earn money when doing business."

"Brother Xiaofeng, don't worry, I will definitely not let you down next time." Er Mao looked at Lu Xiaofeng and gritted his teeth and said. Now I also think that I and Lu Xiaofeng are making money, and Wu Xiaoxiao is now helping with the quality inspection backpack, and he can't be useless.

The two waited near the department store for a while, and everyone passing by only glanced at it a few times, and did not mean to buy.

Lu Xiaofeng patted his head and then figured out that the people who came to the department store at this time were adults, and their backpacks were all students' school bags, and it was strange that someone bought them.

After thinking of the reason, Lu Xiaofeng immediately pulled Er Mao to pack up his things and move the position.

Linyang

No. 1 Middle School is also Song Qian's school, as the best junior high school in the entire county, Linyang No. 1 Middle School has always been a gathering place for students with better academic performance and family conditions.

When Lu Xiaofeng and the two came to the gate of Linyang No. 1 Middle School, the students had not yet finished school, and Lu Xiaofeng was not in a hurry, and it took a long time to find a suitable place to put out the dozen backpacks he brought with him.

Although Er Mao has put down his face, as soon as he arrives at the school gate, his heart is abrupt, and the students who will leave school are about the same age as themselves, and people sit in the classroom to go to school, and they set up stalls outside the school, which is not an ordinary gap.