Rebirth 83: Hundreds of billions of net worth, starting from setting up a stall

Luomashi Street Night Market.

It's not dark yet and all the lights are on.

The stalls are all set up.

There was an endless stream of customers coming and going, and it was impossible to get into the tricycle.

Li Cunxi had no choice but to park the car in the corner.

Five people moved tables and goods to the reserved stall

First, a layer of cloth was spread on the ground, and [-] pieces of true clothes were poured out and piled up into a mountain of clothes. The wire mesh with the toad mirror was placed next to the true clothes.

Finally, there is a long table with jeans folded and neatly placed on it. There is a promotional oil painting in front of the table.

It was a European and American model painted by Li Cunxi, wearing the jeans they sold. With his painting skills, the painting was naturally lifelike and no different from the photo.

It is clear.

The promotional posters he drew were very effective. The beautiful models with graceful figures attracted not only strong young men, but also many young girls who stopped to watch with admiration on their faces.

Li Cunxi smiled.

The effect of advertising is not only to spread the word, but also to provide customers with a sexual object, making people feel that if they wear this dress, they will be as beautiful as a model.

The number of people in front of the stalls has increased visibly.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Li Cunxi shouted: "The famous brand jeans manufacturer is holding an event. The original price is 120 yuan. Now it is reduced by 40 yuan. You can take it away for 80 yuan. It is promoted at a low price. The quantity is not large. First come first served."

After hearing this, everyone rushed to the stall in unison.

"Hey, these are Apple brand pants. No wonder there are foreign girls as models."

"There are 81 pieces. It's indeed cheaper than the counters, but the counters don't have this style."

A woman with long hair shawl looked at Li Cunxi in confusion.

Li Cunxi explained: "Our texwoodapple brand is a big international brand. It has many styles of jeans, and this one is specially designed for people in Longguo. It is now in the new product promotion stage. The headquarters only issued a thousand pairs and sold them." Until it’s over, I can only tell you that at the price of [-], you can only protect your capital at most, and you will make a profit if you buy it.”

"Hey, it's a pity that I didn't get so much money. Can you sell me one for 50 yuan?"

The long-haired woman began to make a counteroffer

Li Cunxi showed an apologetic expression: "Actually, I would like to sell it to you cheaply, but I am just a small employee and have no right to reduce the price."

The state-owned factory had fewer customers, so he had no choice but to resort to promotions and attracting customers.

But now there is a huge crowd, and there is no shortage of people buying pants. When the supply is limited, still engaging in price reduction promotions is like throwing money into the fire.

As a businessman, he can't do such a waste of money.

"Okay, then give me a small size."

Seeing that the long-haired woman still refused to lower the price, she could only take out eight big unity cards from her bag.

Li Cunxi accepted the money with a smile and handed the pants of the corresponding size to the long-haired boy.

"I'll have one too."

Someone opened the door, and other men and women who had money in their pockets and really liked these pants took out their money and rushed to buy them.

However, the long-haired woman's excuse for counter-offering just now was actually a lot of real situations.

In this era, if you go out shopping and pocket ten yuan, you are considered to have a lot of money, so many people, even if they have the financial resources to buy, don't have that much money on them right now.

This is not as good as the entrance of a state-owned factory.

There is a family area near the state-owned factory, and the employees know each other. It is easy to borrow money. As long as you have the intention to buy, you can get 80 yuan in a short time.

But the night market is crowded, and even if only one out of ten customers brings money, the sales of pants will not be too bad.

Take advantage of the opportunity when no one is around.

Li Cunxi called Wu Lei and Feng Tian over and ordered: "You two go back and forth in the night market to observe and calculate the general turnover."

Originally, he planned to let Jin Wen do this job.

But he didn't know what trouble the other party had caused, and he hadn't come back yet. He couldn't ask Feng Tian for details, lest Jin Wen would be jealous after learning about it and affect the team relationship.

Wu Lei and the other two took the order and left.

Li Cunxi continued to greet customers until 11 o'clock, and there were fewer and fewer people in the night market.

After all, it was the early 80s, and most people had not yet adapted to the so-called nightlife. No matter how novel the night market was, it could not resist the sleepiness caused by the biological clock.

The square-faced man in the management office shouted loudly: "Turn off the lights at 11:30, everyone pack up and leave."

The vendors gathered up their own business.

The square-faced man walked to Li Cunxi's stall and saw the toad mirror. He felt it was new and started playing with it.

"If Director Zou likes it, take one and treat it as my heart."

Li Cunxi smiled.

He has already inquired with other staff. The man in front of him is Zou Daming. He is the person in charge of the Night Market Management Office and the deputy director of the Street Urban Management Section. He is also the head of the urban management. If he will set up a stall here for a long time in the future, he must make good arrangements with him. relation.

"That's not possible. I'm a cadre. How can I take your stuff for free? I bought as much as I wanted."

Zou Daming had already put his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I'll sell it for fifty, but you can give me ten yuan."

"Okay, twenty, I can't let you suffer."

Zou Daming took out two big unity.

He estimated that half of the profit would be earned by doing business, and by giving the other party a purchase price of 20 yuan, he would get an advantage and the other party would not suffer a loss.

pity.

He met Li Cunxi, who was extremely evil-minded. The seven-yuan glasses were sold for more than seven times more.

"Then I would like to thank Director Zou for taking care of my business."

Li Cunxi smiled and talked about money.

"By the way, you're doing a good job as a night market vendor. You have a bright future. Work hard."

Zou Daming said a few more official words, put on his sunglasses, and left with his hands behind his back. But as soon as he walked out of the light strip, he fell down because he couldn't see the road clearly with his sunglasses on.

Li Cunxi turned around and pretended he didn't see it.

Lao Jin came over with a bag of money: "We sold a total of 2300 yuan here, which is 230 pieces of true products, and the profit is half, 1150 yuan. I think the business at your side is also good, it should exceed [-] yuan, right?"

"Well, I sold 130 pairs of pants, just over ten thousand."

Li Cunxi carried a canvas bag full of money on his back.

Today, the number of visitors has exceeded 130, and only [-] items were sold, which is not a good result.

Either the price is too high, or there really aren’t that many people bringing money today.

He hoped that the latter reason was more common, so that follow-up plans could be advanced.

Huang Yan responded: "I was responsible for selling glasses for 2000 yuan."

"Yes, yes, under Cun Xi's leadership, our business is getting more and more prosperous."

The wrinkles on Lao Jin's smiling face were piled up, but he soon showed a sad look: "Where did this gold inscription go? If you haven't come back so late, has something unexpected happened?"

"Let me ask Feng Tian."

Li Cunxi was about to wave and call Feng Tian.

A golden voice sounded from behind: "Brother Xie, Dad!"

Lao Jin, who had a worried look on his face just now, immediately changed his face to an angry look and yelled at his son who was walking towards him: "You bastard, on the day when the night market opened, you just dropped your pick and left. Don't you want to do it anymore?"

But when Jin Wen walked into the light.

His curses stopped abruptly.

Li Cunxi also frowned.

Jin Wen's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was limping and it was obvious that he had been beaten.

"what happened."

Li Cunxi asked.

Jin Wen pretended to be calm: "It's okay, I just met a few grandsons who didn't open their eyes. Grandpa, I took action to teach them a lesson."

Li Cunxi said softly: "If you are really wronged, don't hold it in. I will try to help you. Don't be afraid of hurting Brother Xi."

"It's just a normal alley fight."

The caliber of the inscriptions remains unchanged.

When Lao Jin saw that his son didn't want to talk, he took the initiative to cover it up: "If you fight again in the future, I will break your legs. Just clean it up quickly."

"okay."

Jin Wen limped towards the stall.

Li Cunxi said softly: "Uncle Jin, I'd better take Jin Wen to check his body during the day tomorrow. Some internal injuries cannot be seen on the surface. If something goes wrong, he will be in trouble."

"it is good."

The old man responded, looking at his son with turbid eyes, feeling a little distressed, but more relieved.