The Pentium Era - South to North

It was still dark when Zhang Chen got up. When he rode on the road, it was already completely bright. As July entered, Hangzhou was getting hotter and hotter, and the sun was getting earlier and earlier.

Zhang Chen arrived at the market, opened the rolling shutter, took out the models that had been put into the stall last night, and placed them at the door of the stall. At this time, Fengzhen and Ayong also came one after another.

Zhang Chen looked at the goods piled up in the stall and sighed in annoyance. Seeing that it had begun to enter the off-season, not even one-third of the goods they came in were sold out, although for this market, there was nothing. In the off-peak season, when it opens in June, it is the peak season for summer clothing, and it is as cold as winter here.

But the goods piled here are all money, and it is money that is difficult to cash out and is depreciating day by day.

After a while, when the old market starts clearing out and selling, the depreciation rate will probably be even faster. For those in the old market, the money they should have earned in the first half of the year has already been earned. At this time, The sale of goods is just to free up the stall, so that the lounge chairs can be opened to rest, and there will be a space for the autumn clothes that will be sold next.

When they sell goods, the prices are simply scary. Moreover, in the off-season, they will also start to be willing to retail, and the money they sell is treated as pocket money. In this market, I am afraid even some poor retail customers will drain.

Zhang Chen proposed several times to lower the price of these goods and sell them even at a small loss, but Xiao Zhao always disagreed.

Zhang Chen understood her. Indeed, neither of them had a job now, so it was quite difficult for them to just guard such a stall and always hope that the stall could at least earn their basic living expenses.

Compared with the nearby stalls, their business is already good. Sometimes they can sell two or three items a day, and sometimes they can sell one item every two or three days.

Ayong, for example, has not been open for more than a week. His face is pale every day, and he stumbles a little when walking, like a headless fly.

He was already considering whether to transfer the stall. If someone hadn't told him, Ping Lao, the best time to transfer the stall was September, when it would be at least 10,000 more expensive than now, he would have transferred the stall long ago. , for the sake of the ten thousand, he got up so early every day, switched from bed to sleep here, and lay on the table, sleeping really uncomfortable.

But even for Zhang Chen and others, they still make no money, they just lose less. Those retail customers who come to Sijiqing also come here for the cheap clothes. They can return your price to their flesh. If you want to pay two or three yuan more, they won't buy it if they say they won't.

Neither of them said anything, but they knew that each other was worried. Although they didn't have this income, they still needed food and housing every month. They still needed to pay a penny in taxes, and the money in the market would not be reduced by a penny. , you can make fewer phone calls to save on phone bills, but you can’t just turn on the lights and save on electricity bills, right?

What's more, if you don't make any calls, you will be charged twenty-five cents every month.

These sums add up to money, and there is no profit. What they spend every day is actually capital. What will happen when all the capital is spent?

Xiao Zhao's belly is still growing day by day.

In such a situation, if you have to sell the clothes at a loss, the loss will be even greater. Of course Xiao Zhao will not be willing, but if you don't sell them and the backlog is here, they are not money. Zhang Chen thinks about it, he is really confused, why He would travel so far and come back with money in exchange for so much trouble.

If they had known this, they were going to Guangzhou. It would be better to go to the old market to buy some clothes and sell them. After all, it was cheaper than in Guangzhou, and there was no need to buy so many goods at one time.

"Boss, how can I get these clothes?"

A voice asked suddenly. Zhang Chen was startled, turned around, and saw a customer pulling a handcart standing behind him, pointing to a piece of clothing on the wall.

Zhang Chen looked at her like a rare animal and didn't react for a moment.

"How do you get this?" Thinking that Zhang Chen didn't hear clearly, the other party said it again.

Before Zhang Chen could speak, the other party said: "These are old models. I got them more than half a month ago and they are all sold out."

This means to warn Zhang Chen not to make random prices.

Zhang Chen remembered that they came in with thirty-eight pieces. Zhang Chen was cruel, forget it, I won’t make you a penny, Zhang Chen said: "Thirty-eight."

"Thirty-eight? Humph, I only got thirty-five from the old market."

As the other party said this, he pulled up the cart and prepared to leave. Zhang Chen was cruel and shouted: "Then I will give you thirty-five dollars."

The other party stopped and asked Zhang Chen: "What other colors do you have here?"

Zhang Chen still had three pieces of this kind of clothes. He found two more pieces from the pile of clothes and told the other party that they were all here, plus the one on the wall. You can see the size and color for yourself.

"Take that one off too," the other person said.

Zhang Chen used a fork to take off the clothes. The other party said that they were already dirty.

"How is that possible? I just went out yesterday." Zhang Chen said.

The other party looked at the size mark on the collar on the back and said to Zhang Chen, "These are all small sizes, so I'll take all three of your pieces, thirty."

Zhang Chen shook his head.

"forget about it."

The other party pulled up the cart and walked out of the stall. Zhang Chen became anxious and shouted: "Here you go, here you go."

Zhang Chen put the three pieces of clothing into a vest bag and handed it to the other party. The other party gave him a hundred yuan, and he gave the other party ten yuan in change. The transaction was completed.

As soon as the customer left, Ayong came over and asked: "Is the egg ready?"

Zhang Chen nodded, and Ayong shouted: "Oh, there is a future."

He walked out and called to the other stall owners standing in the corridor: "It's him again, 1117 is open again, and it's still wholesale."

1117 is Zhang Chen's booth number. When Zhang Chen heard it, several people made some envious sounds, and some people came over and stretched their heads to look at him.

Zhang Chen secretly smiled bitterly, damn, he sold three pieces of clothing at a loss early in the morning, and he became a hero in this place.

Zhang Chen smiled bitterly and shook his head. He opened the drawer and took out the notebook they used for accounting. He wrote on the notebook: T027X3=...

T027 is the number they wrote for the piece of clothing. Zhang Chen thought for a moment and continued to write: T027X3=120 yuan. In this way, when Xiao Zhao saw it later, he thought it was 40 yuan and sold each Yes, I made at least two yuan for one piece, which will probably make me feel better.

Zhang Chen took out twenty yuan from his pocket and put it into the book together with the one hundred yuan note.

At around nine o'clock, Xiao Zhao came in from outside carrying their breakfast. When Feng Zhen saw her, she shouted from a distance: "Xiao Zhao, what delicious food have you brought? Your husband has done all the business. You Why don't you express your condolences to him?"

Xiao Zhao came over and asked, "Really?"

Zhang Chen nodded and said, "I didn't make much money."

Xiao Zhao opened the drawer, picked up the accounting book and looked at it. He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Not bad, I still made six yuan. It's good that I didn't lose money."

Zhang Chen went out for a walk, and when he came back from the fabric market, it was almost eleven o'clock. Xiao Zhao saw him and said with a slumped face, "Dear, I haven't even opened yet. There was a person in front of me. He paid for it for a long time, but in the end he didn't buy it." I'm furious.

Zhang Chen said with a smile: "You have to be angry, but you will be angry to death every day."

"Oh, I'm just in a hurry. You've already sold three pieces. If I sell one more, it will break our own sales record." Xiao Zhao said.

"That's okay. We still have half a day in the afternoon. If we go back later today, we will definitely break this record, okay?"

Xiao Zhao nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, okay."

While the two were talking, they heard A Yong, who was diagonally opposite, shouting to a customer: "Little sister, the clothes I came in at forty-five were given to you for forty yuan. You still think they are expensive. Do you have any conscience?"

The little girl continued to shake her head and said with a smile: "I just think it's expensive, what's wrong?"

As she said this, she was about to walk out of A Yong's stall. A Yong stopped her and shouted, "Then make an offer. How much do you think you will take?"

The little girl bit her lip and said, "Twenty."

Ayong slapped the table and shouted in Hangzhou dialect: "I don't want you, I'll give you even a piece of it if you give me a piece of it." .)”

As he spoke, he stuffed the clothes into the bag and handed it to the other party. The other party hesitated for a moment and was too embarrassed to refuse anymore, so he took it in his hand.

She opened her wallet, took out a fifty, handed it to Ayong and asked, "Is that one yuan or twenty?"

A Yong looked at her with wide eyes: "What do you think?"

The little girl blushed and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll give you an advantage, twenty is twenty."

"Thank you for taking advantage of me, little sister."

The people in the stalls nearby had already walked out of the stalls and stood at the door, looking at Ayong. The little girl blushed and left under everyone's gaze.

Fengzhen asked Ayong: "Do you really think I lost twenty-five dollars to her?"

"That's awesome." Ayong nodded and said.

He pinched the fifty that the customer just gave him, slapped the model at the door of his door hard on the face, and cursed: "What a market, it's been ten days, and I've only seen this kind of banknote come in."

Everyone on the side laughed, but the smile was bitter.

"Zhang Chen! Zhang Chen! Where are you?" Someone shouted loudly from the other side of the main passage.

Zhang Chen was shocked and hurriedly walked to the main passage, and Xiao Zhao followed.

They saw Meng Ping, Qian Fang, and Cao Xiaohe walking towards them while looking around.

"Lao Meng!" Zhang Chen shouted.

The three people turned their heads, Qian Fang screamed, ran over, and hugged Xiao Zhao. Meng Ping looked at Zhang Chen and laughed.

Qian Fang let go of Xiao Zhao and shouted: "Let me see, let me see, Xiao Zhao, show me quickly."

She and Cao Xiaohe stared at Xiao Zhao's protruding belly. Xiao Zhao smiled at them with a blush on his face.

"Not bad, Xiao Zhao, you look like a mother." Qian Fang said, and Cao Xiaohe scolded: "What does it mean to look like a mother? She is already a mother."

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