The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen made phone calls one by one and told those packaging customers who were still selling wick strips that starting from today, the price of wick strips would be adjusted and told them the new packaging price. The customers were very happy when they heard that there had been such a large increase. Placed a new order immediately.

The sample room was being renovated, and they moved the design work to the office. The sample workers temporarily went to the workshop to squeeze in.

When it was almost five o'clock, Lao Wan came in and told He Hongmei that the bags were packed and I was going to deliver the goods. Will you go?

"I'm not going." He Hongmei said, "I want to eat in your cafeteria."

Zhang Chen stood up and said I would pick up Xiao Zhao.

He Hongmei knew that what he said about picking up Xiao Zhao was a lie, and that Xiao Zhao and Lao Wan could also be brought back. He couldn't hold back, and it was true that he had to go and see the battle situation. She said:

"Okay, I'll send you there, and I'll also go and see how the battle is going."

Zhang Chen looked at her, and both of them laughed.

Zhang Chen handed his bicycle key to Lao Wan and told him, then help me bring the bicycle back.

Then he turned to He Hongmei and said, "Are you sending us off?"

"Of course, I have to come back to eat. I saw that there was pig blood tofu in the canteen at night." He Hongmei said.

When they arrived at the stall, they knew the situation without asking. They saw that even the sample clothes on the wall had been taken away. Xiaoli pointed to the black bag in the corner and said to He Hongmei:

"I almost sold you all."

"This can't be sold, I still have use for it." He Hongmei said.

Zhang Chen asked how Xiao Zhao was doing?

Xiao Zhao said, it’s so cheap, so of course the afternoon ones are sold out, but every time a set is sold, my heart aches.

Everyone laughed.

Zhang Chen smiled and said: "You are heartbroken, but you have to think about it, other people's hearts are bleeding, so you just..."

"I feel comfortable." Xiao Zhao said with a smile.

Zhang Chen looked at the empty walls and told Xiaoli that he would keep the samples here no matter what from now on. Even if the clothes are sold out, don't sell the samples.

"Why, you keep it to eat?" Xiao An said from the side.

He Hongmei smiled and said: "He wants the battle flag to fly high on the battlefield forever, so that when someone comes looking for it, they can see it, especially those who bought goods over there. When they come here, they feel regretful. This I will never buy goods from that store again in my life.”

Zhang Chen smiled and nodded, and everyone else understood.

…

At around seven o'clock, Zhang Chen and Xiao Li were busy. He Hongmei came in with two bags of steamed buns. She told them that the steamed buns were on the table, then picked up the black bag and went out.

She walked to the stall in the old market and saw that there were still many customers buying goods. This was easy to understand. The old market was an old market after all, and there were many customers. As soon as she got off the car, she went to the old market first and finished shopping in the old market. Only when you go to the market do you go to other markets. Everyone knows that the goods in the old market are cheap.

He Hongmei walked in and said to the boss lady, boss lady, can you help me return this product? I just opened the store and I don’t understand anything. I entered the wrong place.

She said that she had just opened the store and it was normal for her to talk nonsense. But when she heard that she wanted to return the goods, not only the proprietress felt strange, but also those who were picking up the goods stopped and looked at her.

With so many customers in the store, the proprietress couldn't help but say, "Why did you return such an easy-to-sell product? We don't have enough to sell every day."

"What's so good? I went in yesterday and was scolded by my mother. The store next door to us also sells them. The price they sell is more expensive than the price I pay for it."

The landlady got upset and cursed: "Go away, go away, what are you talking about here?"

He Hongmei pretended to be heartless and shouted: "Why am I talking nonsense, boss lady, you won't retreat until you retreat, why do you call me nonsense?"

This was a slap in the face, but she took advantage of it. The landlady was worried, where did this stupid lady come from? She really couldn’t figure it out. While the two were talking, more and more people were in the store, and the landlady shouted road:

"Okay, you're not talking nonsense. Can you please go out? I'm very busy now."

"I won't go out if you don't help me withdraw. Also, you are calling me nonsense. I have found this stall in the market next door. Their price is thirty-five yuan cheaper than yours. Hmm, the workmanship is better than yours. I don’t care, let’s go. If you say I’m talking nonsense, I’ll take you to see if what I’m saying is true. Who is talking nonsense? People have said that you are imitating other people’s styles.”

Some people who were already picking up goods put down their goods when they heard He Hongmei's words. The lady boss also understood that this little girl was not stupid, but just pretending to be stupid. She was here to cause trouble.

She picked up the black bag and looked at it, took out the money from her pocket, stuffed it into He Hongmei's hand, and shouted at her, "Go away, if you don't go away, I'm really rude."

As He Hongmei counted the money in her hand, she muttered that with such a bad attitude towards doing business, no wonder she could only make imitations.

When she saw that the landlady was really angry, she quickly smiled and ran away.

She walked into the passage, and was chased by five or six people who were originally at the stall and were about to get the goods. Someone grabbed her and asked, "Little girl, where is the stall you mentioned?"

He Hongmei yelled and told them, and told them that that was the genuine product and it was thirty-five yuan cheaper.

The five or six people left quickly. He Hongmei screamed loudly. A customer in the stall who was about to pay heard it. He put down the black bag in his hand and said to the proprietress, "Wait a minute, I'm sorry, I'll come back later."

She pulled up her cart and hurried away.

There were a few others who put down their goods without saying a word and followed them out.

The landlady was so angry that she chased him out of the passage. Seeing that He Hongmei had walked more than ten meters, she wanted to chase him, but after thinking about it, she held back. She thought that if the trouble continued for a long time, the guests would be gone all morning. They will all be driven away by her.

Besides, everything they said was true. When there was a commotion, security rushed over and got to the market office, but he couldn't say anything.

Although she already knew in her heart that this person must have something to do with Zhang Chen and the others, she had seen Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao, including the salesperson. If they really got into trouble, she couldn't say for sure that she was Zhang Chen. People in their stalls.

The proprietress could only glare at He Hongmei's back twice, and returned to her stall under the gaze of many people from the surrounding stalls waiting to see the joke.

He Hongmei turned around and saw that the landlady behind her didn't follow her. She smiled proudly and walked out. She hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so she decided to have a bowl of wontons and a small steamed bun.

Zhang Chen and Xiao Li couldn't understand why there were more than a dozen customers entering the stall at the same time. After entering, they asked about the price and started grabbing without even looking at the styles. It seemed that they were not familiar with these styles. It seems very clear.

With so many customers appearing at the same time, Zhang Chen and Xiao Li were in a hurry. They could take care of one end but not the other. Upon seeing this, A Yong hurried over and nodded to Zhang Chen, meaning you do your business, I'll be here. I'll help you guard the prison outside.

When there were more people, more people were attracted, and the stall couldn't be crowded. Hundreds of clothes were quickly sold out. A customer passing by outside also joined in the fun and came to have a look. When he saw it, he was obedient. , isn’t this the same product I bought at the old market?

She asked a person who was holding a large armful of clothes and waiting to check out, "How much do these clothes cost?"

The man told her, and she was shocked and shouted: "So cheap? Damn it, I bought the goods..."

Before she finished speaking, the man glanced at her and asked, "You came from the old market, right?"

She nodded.

The man said to her, "You were tricked. We were there in front of you, and we almost got tricked too. Fortunately, a little girl told her, so we ran over."

She took out the suit from her bag and compared it with the one in the man's hand. The two rows of buttonholes were very eye-catching, and she could not help but curse:

"Look, the workmanship is not as good as here. I'm really cheated. No, no, no, I'm going to return it!"

She said and left in a hurry. The man looked at her back and smiled with some schadenfreude, thinking to himself, return the goods, how is it possible to return the goods? Is there any Jijiqing that can be returned after it has been purchased? It was just a quarrel to vent the bad anger in my heart.

Zhang Chen heard their conversation from a few people away, and then he understood what He Hongmei was doing with the black bag, and why these people came all of a sudden.

The old Wenzhou lady next door heard what they were doing, so she came out and stood in the passage to watch. Xiaoli saw her and pretended not to notice. She deliberately quoted the price very loudly. The old Wenzhou lady heard it and was It felt like it was burning, and he trembled all over and retreated into the stall.

A Yong looked at her and felt that this old woman understood Mandarin completely. She said she didn't understand, but she was actually pretending.

All the goods in the stall were sold out, and there were still two customers who didn't get the goods. They begged Zhang Chen to give them the samples on the wall. Zhang Chen told them that they couldn't touch the samples like this. I asked the factory to Send some more over, you can come and get them later.

"How long?" the other party asked.

"About an hour." Zhang Chen said.

Both of them wrote down the goods they wanted, and told Zhang Chen that when the goods were delivered, they must save them for them, and Zhang Chen agreed.

After everyone left, Ayong came in and asked Zhang Chen, why did you sell it at this price today? I remember it was not the same yesterday.

Zhang Chen told him the matter, and Ayong shouted: "Fuck, you have to guard against neighbors even if you're guarding against thieves and thefts!"

He Hongmei wandered in, saw that the stall was empty, and shouted, "Not bad, the results are brilliant."

"Where did you go to demolish the trash?" Zhang Chen asked.

"No, I just went to return the clothes." He Hongmei said innocently.

A Yong said with a smile: "Little sister, you are amazing. Once you buy this stuff, you can still withdraw it."

"They will suffer even greater losses if they don't retreat." He Hongmei said with a smile.

Three days later, He Hongmei went to that aisle again. She felt happy when she saw that the stall was deserted. The salesperson stood at the door and kept shouting, "New models, new models, come and see, they are all new models."

He Hongmei walked to the door and almost laughed. She saw clothes piled up like a mountain inside the stall. The proprietress was sitting there, looking at a loss. When she saw He Hongmei, she still remembered her and stared at her angrily.

He Hongmei pretended not to see her and turned to greet the stall owner diagonally opposite her.

After He Hongmei walked over, the proprietress walked out and asked the person across the street, "Do you know her?"

"She? Miss He, she's from Chongqing. She packs food in the market every day. She does a lot of business."

The proprietress walked back to the stall, sat down, and shook her head. It turned out that this woman was from Chongqing, not from Zhang Chen's stall. It seemed that she had thought wrong, but, no, if she was a packer, why did she say that that day? I just opened a store...

later--

Xiaoli just opened the door and moved the model to their stall near the next stall.

The old lady from Wenzhou next door came out and stood in the passage at the door cursing something. Xiaoli was like Xiao An, she jumped out and pointed at the other person and yelled, "Old Sis, you steal other people's editions, your business is not good." , whose clothes can’t be sold? Do you still have the nerve to say it? At such an old age, she still looks like a scoundrel, no wonder she gave birth to such a shameless daughter!

People from the nearby stalls gathered around, and Xiaoli loudly told everyone how they stole the editions over and over again. Stealing editions, no matter how you put it, is a disgraceful thing in the market, and those who were stolen were angry. , everyone can understand.

The old lady in Wenzhou obviously understood what Xiaoli was cursing, and she backed away angrily.

after that--

The stall next to Zhang Chen's group was transferred.

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