103: Sales Setback (1 More)

The weather in Shangdu was joking with Xia Xiaolan, it had already started to cool down before, otherwise the woolen coats would sell well.

In the blink of an eye, it was a few days of sunny days, and the two types of clothes, cold-proof clothing and duck-down jackets, did not show anything special until the temperature dropped. The colors are quite bright. When asked about the price, the winter clothes cost 45 yuan, and the duck down jackets cost 55 yuan.

"This jacket is too expensive!"

jacket?

Xia Xiaolan had to explain carefully to the guests, but most of them watched the fun, and none of them really started.

Fortunately, Xia Xiaolan also bought other clothes, and they started to sell them one after another. Even the original and profit turned it into more than 5,300 yuan. In addition to the leftovers from the previous purchase, there were still more than 6,500 yuan. She went to Yangcheng and got nearly 4,000 worth of goods, but she didn't even have a double benefit... The cold clothing and duck down jacket cost more than 1,000 points of payment. If she can sell it smoothly, she should be able to collect another 2,500 yuan.

The entire cost is not enough to 10,000, can you successfully support a store?

To fill up the three facades and become famous in Shangdu in one fell swoop, at least two or three hundred pieces of clothing are required.

The goods she takes are not cheap, whether it is a woolen coat with an average price of more than 50 yuan, or a winter jacket and duck down jacket with an average price of about 25 yuan, 200 pieces of goods are estimated to cost seven or eight thousand yuan. Coupled with sweaters and trousers, the walls of the three facades will not be empty. Dozens of sweaters and trousers cost about 2,000 yuan!

The total cost is nearly 10,000 yuan. Self-employed people like her in other provinces are not large national units. They have to pay as much as they want. The winter clothes and duck down jackets can be sold smoothly, and they can get expected profits. Putting it together is enough to get the goods. But the facades of the three rooms cannot be renovated, and there is no decoration style at this time. The small building of the No. 3 National Cotton Factory is idle and must be redecorated before it opens.

Simply brush the walls, level the ground, and pull a big light bulb to finish?

Then she might as well still set up a stall.

On the premise of saving costs as much as possible, the decoration must have a high-end feel, let Shangdu people be proud of buying clothes in the store, and turn the wholesale price of 20 yuan clothes to more than 50... Xia Xiaolan is not a black heart, in business Merchant, she is not selling food and oil and other necessities for survival. If she can buy such expensive clothes, she will definitely be able to bear the price.

The positioning is mid-to-high-end. Is it 20 yuan to get the goods and sell them for 25 yuan?

Aside from the round-trip tickets and freight, she is simply doing charity!

She already has a rough outline of the decoration in her heart, but she doesn't know the specific situation of the store. It costs money for basic decoration, repurchasing clothes hangers, and money for shelves. The store can get it, and it will burn high incense if it can open smoothly a few years ago.

It is more likely that Xia Xiaolan knew that his uncle was making water mills for the leaders of the third national cotton factory.

The deputy factory manager is in charge of the division of the workers of the third national cotton factory. The national cotton factory has a big business. Xia Xiaolan doesn't understand why a small building is idle. It stands to reason that it should have been full of employees. Although the third national cotton factory has a family building, who would dislike the house being too spacious?

Xia Xiaolan could only take photos of the stall while waiting for good news from Liu Yong.

Luckily, the Zhu family didn't bother her. She set up a stall like a guerrilla team shot for another shot. It took a few days for the third time to get the goods, except for the winter clothes and duck down jackets, which were all sold out.

Liu Fen looked at those clothes over and over at night, always worried that they would not sell.

Xia Xiaolan knew that it was useless to rush, she could only wait for the temperature to cool down.

After stewing the pig's feet brought by Li Fengmei from the countryside, Xia Xiaolan still misses the taste. Liu Fen still sells oil residue, Xia Xiaolan chopped up some spare ribs and stewed them in the pot. Liu Fen is thin, and his nutrition is guaranteed. After the season of strong ultraviolet rays, it seems to have turned white.

Riding a bicycle, the wind was very uncomfortable on her face. Xia Xiaolan felt sorry for her mother, so she bought a three-piece set of warm scarves, gloves, and hats. When riding a bicycle, she covered her face with only her eyes exposed. She also bought a small box of vanishing cream for Liu Fen and Li Fengmei, and applied it on the face and hands. The fragrance made them uncomfortable.

"How cheap clam oil is."

The clam oil is packed in a small shell-shaped box. The small box is only a few cents, and the large box is less than 1 cents. Even urban workers who are under great economic pressure can buy it to wipe their hands and face. Li Fengmei also uses it in the countryside. Liu Fen has never seen it before. When she was in the Xia family, she didn't have any money at her disposal, so she wiped her hands with clam oil, which was probably the only treatment available to Zhang Cui and Wang Jingui.

When Xia Xiaolan just "woke up", her impression of Liu Fen was not only black, thin and dry, but also her hands full of cracks. After leaving Qijing Village, there is no need to do farm work, and Xia Xiaolan began to take good care of Liu Fen. Wash your hands repeatedly with hot water and soap, trim your nails to the shortest possible, apply a thick coat of clam oil, and wrap your hands in a hot towel.

The heat can open the pores, and the clam oil locks in the moisture. I have to apply the clam oil every time I wash my hands, and I also apply it before going to bed at night, and then I wear clean cotton gloves to sleep... It's just less than half a month, Liu Finn's hands have recovered a lot.

She did not let Liu Fen touch cold water, and tried to use hot water for washing and cooking.

The briquettes don’t cost a few dollars, and an aluminum kettle is placed on it to have hot water from morning to night. Of course, most of the time Xia Xiaolan will rush to do the work by herself. Although her cooking skills are not very good, she can't make noodles by hand, and she can't cook vermicelli?

Buy some good lard suet, cut into small pieces and boil it into lard, put the oil and oil residue together in an enamel jar, use chopsticks to pick a small piece in a bowl when eating noodles, put some soy sauce and shallots, heat it up. As soon as the soup mixes with the aroma, the whole house floats, so that the noodle cooked in this way will not be too unpalatable. There is also a half-fat and half-meat meat cut into cubes and boiled into meat scorpions, which is an advanced version of lard vermicelli.

The cooking skills are not enough to make up the ingredients. Anyway, Liu Fen can't eat pork.

Enough, there is no need for Xia Xiaolan's good craftsmanship.

Xia Xiaolan's winter clothes and duck down jackets can't be sold. She simply didn't put out a stall today, and she can review at home with peace of mind. After the ribs were cooked, Liu Fen rode a bicycle home. There is a strong smell of oil residue in the basket.

"Have you cooked?"

Liu Fen smelled the pork ribs, put the bicycle in the yard and said casually to Xia Xiaolan:

"Are you back at Grandma Yu?"

Grandma Yu was not close to the mother and daughter, and Liu Fen thought of her as an orphaned old lady who always looked after her twice. Don't care what delicious food you make, ask Grandma Yu, although Grandma Yu didn't appreciate it once.

Grandma Yu was sweeping the streets. She should have come back at this time. I really didn't see it today. Taking a closer look, Grandma Yu's broom was placed in the corner of the wall. The door of the room is closed from the inside instead of the outside. When did the person come back? Xia Xiaolan went to buy groceries at noon, and spent the whole afternoon reading and didn't hear anything... Grandma Yu was also getting old, so she couldn't care if she was in love or not, Xia Xiaolan shouted "Grandma Yu" twice, and the house There was no movement.

She knocked hard on the door, but there was still no movement in the room.

Liu Fen looked in through the crack in the window, "...There is someone on the bed!"

The door of the room was locked from the inside. Grandma Yu was very vigilant. She had to lock the door after taking a nap during the day. Xia Xiaolan shouted a few more times, but she refused to accept it, and kicked the door open.

Even this movement didn't wake anyone up, so Xia Xiaolan guessed that the situation was not very good. Putting her hand under her nose and breathing... Xia Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief:

"Mom, let's get people to the hospital quickly!"

#####Today should be the 8th update~ I don't know how long the manuscript can last. I hope that the subscription will be better, and the code will be filled with passion.