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Jiang Ning patted Lin Chen's shoulder again and smiled meaningfully:

"Xiao Lin, it depends on your ability. Have you heard the story of selling a comb to a monk? And the story of selling shoes to bare feet. The market can be adjusted. If there is no demand in the market, then create demand. !”

Lin Chen heard the story of selling a comb to a monk, and suddenly felt a little tempted to give it a try.

The true-quality cloth currently sold in the county is a special commodity and does not require a cloth ticket, but the price is relatively expensive, costing two and a half feet. A shirt only requires five feet of cloth. You can imagine how expensive a true-quality shirt is.

The wholesale price Biao Ye gave him was one yuan, which was really not expensive. Why not come to One Hundred Feet to test the water first.

Jiang Ning's beautiful eyes turned and she said cruelly: "Five hundred feet, this is equivalent to venture capital. If you sell the really good cloth, I will supply it to you in the future, and you can make a lot of money."

Lin Chen didn't want to make money, but he thought the challenge was interesting and he was willing to take the risk.

He resolutely agreed.

After breaking up with Master Biao, he returned home without stopping.

Jiang Ning wasn't going to go home anymore and went to the photo studio to find the curator to get the latest order.

Unexpectedly, Song Jia was also there, and the two of them were preparing to go home for dinner.

"If you don't mind, come over to your house for a meal. We usually have a bowl of noodles for lunch." Song Jia invited.

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "Okay."

Noodles are relatively easy to make and not a hassle.

In this day and age, it is very common to go to other people's houses for dinner. If you don't go, you will look out of place.

When the curator returned home, he enthusiastically poured her water.

Song Jia went to the kitchen, took out the ready-made thin noodles, and cooked them in a pot.

Jiang Ning looked at her home, a bungalow with a yard, two rooms and a small living room.

There is a table in the corner of the living room, which is the dining room for eating.

This condition is relatively good for the county.

Some families live in Tongzilou, and a large family has two rooms like this.

Jiang Ning saw photos of a middle-aged woman on the wall and on the table, chatting with the curator.

The curator picked up a picture frame and wiped it gently with his sleeve.

"This is my lover, he has been gone for a long time."

At this time, Song Jia brought out the noodles from the room and said with a smile:

"My father wipes this photo frame eight times a day. If my mother found out about it, she would laugh out loud. There are not many like him these days, and I even want to introduce him to a wife."

The curator interrupted her angrily: "This girl dares to say anything. I'm half buried in the earth, so why should I find a wife!"

When the conversation changed, he began to criticize Song Jia again:

"Hurry up yourself. He Xiao's family is of good character. It's good that people like you. You are still picky and picky. Be careful that someone else gets there first and abducts him."

Song Jia suppressed her blush and retorted: "Dad, I'm not old, so why worry? You don't need to know more about that person!"

"I've known for half a year that other people's daughters are as old as you and have children."

The parents were bickering, while Jiang Ning ate noodles and listened with a smile.

I really don’t regard myself as an outsider.

At this time, Song Jia suddenly remembered something and asked Jiang Ning:

"Where did you buy your watch? It's a difficult brand to buy."

Jiang Ning was eating melon when he was suddenly asked. He was stunned and said, "I bought it from a big brother on the black market. If you want it, you can go to the back alley of the movie theater to find him at three o'clock. He often hangs out there."

Song Jia was happy, "Then I'll go today. How much did you pay for it?"

"I bought it for 160 yuan. See if you can bargain with him. He's quite easy to talk to."

Jiang Ning didn't expect her to ask such detailed questions.

By the way, she is getting married anyway, why not let her partner buy it?

Her salary in the textile factory is about thirty years, and it takes half a year's salary to buy a watch!

However, she didn't ask any more questions. Everyone has different ideas. At first glance, Song Jia was the kind of person who didn't want to rely on men.

After coming out of Song Jia's house, she went to the warehouse.

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Lin Chen invited Luo Guangming to borrow two ox carts and loaded all 500 kilograms of dried fungus on the cart boards.

The dried fungus takes up so much space that both carts have to be piled up into a hill before it can be accommodated.

The two of them drove a car and walked for more than an hour before arriving at the county seat.

When they arrived at the warehouse, Jiang Ning had already arrived and was sitting on the steps, throwing stones boredly.

When he saw Lin Chen coming over, he immediately stood up and put on a show of pretentiousness.

After Lin Chen introduced Luo Guangming and Biao Ye to each other, he said: "Here are fifty bags, each bag weighs ten kilograms. Please check."

Jiang Ning chuckled: "No, I trust you. That pile of fabrics is for you, you can take it."

She pointed to a pile of colorful and beautiful cloth on the ground.

There are ten sticks in total, each fifty feet long.

Luo Guangming was stunned when he saw these cloths. He pulled Lin Chen aside and asked in confusion:

"Brother Chen, have you been deceived by Master Biao? These cloths are good-looking, but they are too thin and cannot be sold in such a cold weather!"

Lin Chen asked him to calm down and said: "It's okay. I already have a rough idea in my mind and I will never lose money."

After hearing this, Jiang Ning gave them 750 yuan and smiled crookedly:

"Brother, I have confidence in these fabrics. I won't accept the money for the fabrics. Come to me after you sell them!"

After saying that, she urged them to leave quickly, thinking that she had to sell the watch to Song Jia quickly.

Luo Guangming: "..." This Mr. Biao trusts Brother Chen so much that he said he didn't want five hundred dollars without blinking an eye.

What Jiang Ning was thinking was that the money would be in his hands sooner or later, so he wouldn't have to bother giving it to him.

After Lin Chen returned home, he gave the money to Jiang Ning as expected.

"Daughter-in-law, this is the money I earned from selling fungus this time. I gave Guangming 100 yuan, leaving 650 yuan. I also want to report something to you. Master Biao gave me 500 feet of cloth and asked me to sell it. He was supposed to charge five hundred yuan, but he confiscated it.

Since he trusted me so much, I decided to sell the cloths. "

Lin Qiao on the side listened and saw the fabrics, her mouth opened wide:

"Brother, why did you buy so much cloth for summer clothes? Mom, come and see, brother is crazy."

Wang Xiufen quickly came out, picked up the fabrics and touched them carefully.

"The material is good. It's smooth and drapey. This dress will definitely look good when made."

"Mom, don't talk about making clothes for now. I spent five hundred yuan just to buy these materials. How can I sell them in this cold weather?"

Lin Qiao stamped her feet anxiously. They were so generous. Spending five hundred yuan was like spending two cents on cabbage.

Jiang Ning put his arm around her shoulders and smiled,

"Your brother is amazing. Since he is willing to spend a lot of money to buy them, he must have the confidence to sell them. Regardless of the high cost, the profit is also very considerable."

Lin Qiao then puffed out her cheeks and closed her mouth in disbelief, feeling that she could no longer understand their world.

Lin Chen grinned, grabbed Jiang Ning's hand and said without shame:

"Daughter-in-law, you are so kind to trust me so much. Just wait for the good news that I will sell them."