Early the next morning, Liu Junhua's little brothers scattered and went outside the surrounding markets.

There weren't many pants in each person's hand.

Liu Junhua took 9 pairs of jeans to the open space downstairs in Qunlin Market.

There are already quite a few stallholders here.

Liu Junhua was not in a hurry to set up a stall.

Instead, they wandered around the market.

The first and second floors here are shopping malls, and there are dozens of residents upstairs.

As the largest garment, textile, and household appliance sales mall near Chaotianmen Wharf, Qunlin Market will not be much worse than a department store in terms of daily traffic.

Liu Junhua has people he knows who works in the management office, and he is already familiar with the people inside.

After going in and giving a circle of cigarettes to the people in the management office, I found a vendor selling all kinds of ornaments on the street outside the market, and bargained for a while, buying a few plated and golden chains for two yuan each.

I went to the management office to borrow a rack for hanging clothes, hung all the jeans on them in the same way that Liu Chunlai hung the chain yesterday, and then hung them up on a hanger.

and neither did he shout, but let those who passed by watch.

"Boss, how do you sell these pants?" A fashionable middle-aged woman wearing a plaid shirt, red bell bottoms, sunglasses, and short burgundy hair permed into an explosion, looked at the pants Liu Junhua was wearing and the ones hanging on the shelf next to her, and asked the price.

"Eighty-one! wholesale discounts, 72. Liu Junhua smiled, "Sister, look, the latest Hong Kong goods can not only show off the figure, but this metal chain is the soul of this pants......"

During the introduction, he also showed off the pants he was wearing.

The slimming effect of the pants is very good, especially when wearing thick-soled leather shoes, which makes Liu Junhua, who is already relatively thin, appear to be more elongated.

In particular, the metal chain sparkled as it moved, attracting the attention of countless people.

"It's so expensive! Hong Kong goods are also thirty or forty yuan!"

The woman looked at Liu Junhua's pants and imagined what she would look like on her body.

"So, starting a business, you count 60 articles, if you still think it's expensive, it's impossible. Liu Junhua said with a painful face, "You know, this product is new, and it takes dozens of days to come and go on the road, and the train suffered that crime......

The woman pursed her lips and looked at the pants, she really liked it.

"40, I'll take one. ”

"Sister, this really can't be less, the cost price is higher than this......" Liu Junhua looked pained and pretended to grit his teeth, "Or, 58? I'll open a ......"

But Liu Junhua was not willing to sell it like this.

The woman doesn't talk nonsense, turns around and leaves.

"Come back, open a ......"

So, the first deal was closed.

Soon, there was a second business......

Yamashiro Department Store.

This is the first state-owned department store in Shancheng after the founding of New China.

However, because the salesmen inside are all holding the country's iron rice bowls, their status is much higher than that of ordinary people, and their eyes are on the top of their heads.

Therefore, to buy clothing and textiles, people in Shancheng are more willing to go to Qionglin Market.

However, there are many things that cannot be bought in the Qionglin market.

For example, Hong Kong goods or something.

On Sundays, people who don't go to work naturally don't want to stay at home, even if they don't buy anything, it's good to go out for a walk.

Nine.

The flow of people in the department store has increased.

The four of them were second-rate people with explosive hair everywhere on the mountain city joint, wearing toad glasses, wearing a somewhat tight shirt, and wearing a pair of stiff pants underneath, the flare of the trouser leg was a little exaggerated, and it was impossible to see what shoes they were wearing.

The first one is carrying a four-speaker tape recorder.

The second-rate people on the street dance at every turn, regardless of the occasion.

Anyway, it's a weekend, so it's not bad to see the excitement, and it doesn't cost money.

So, outside the department store, when a few people hadn't moved, they began to slowly form a circle.

The music for "Beat It" plays.

Michael Jackson's brother, with the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and the United States, coupled with the promotion of reform and opening up, has become popular in China.

Most of the people who listen to these songs are young people.

The four of them, as the music sounded, at the beginning, it was just a mechanical dance, neatly aligned, and from time to time received the applause and screams of the onlookers.

Mechanical dance and space dance, older people, don't like it very much.

Even, many young people jumped up.

"Brother, where did you buy these pants?" After dancing two tunes in a row, someone finally asked after Wu Erwa and the others stopped.

He also wears bell bottoms.

But that's just ordinary pants, the material is too soft, and it doesn't look good to jump.

"Yes, these pants are so good-looking, I want to buy a ...... too" A girl looked at the white bell bottoms on her body, and really felt that the metal chains of the people in front of her looked better.

Seeing that many people asked, Wu Erwa gestured to a young man.

"The latest Hong Kong goods, Chunyu brand denim bell bottoms, today's special offer, only 30 pieces!"

"Bring me one!"

"Bring me one!"

I liked it originally, as soon as I heard about Hong Kong goods, it was only 30, as long as I put it on, I would become the most glamorous and attractive person on the streets of the mountain city, and it would be a fool not to buy it!

And so, the robbery happened again.

Fortunately, Wu Erwa and the others are prepared for this kind of thing.

"Don't grab it! Queue up! Come and ...... one by one"

The two blocked the people who came around, Wu Erwa collected the money, and one person behind handed over the pants.

Inside the department store, a salesperson spotted the crowd gathered outside.

But he just poked his head out to see, and did not come up to drive it away.

"What's going on outside?" the department store manager looked around from upstairs, heard movement outside, and came down to ask the salesperson at the door with a dark face.

"At first a few second-rate people were dancing, and now it seems to be selling pants...... Manager, do you want someone to drive them away?" the salesman explained, looked outside, and asked the manager if he wanted to get rid of these second-rate people.

The manager walked to the door and stood on the steps of the gate and could see inside.

Then he just pouted and ignored the outside.

As a state-run department store, who cares about those second-rate people who practice stalls?

Usually, there are often stalls outside, and the industry and commerce or the public security see it, otherwise they will pick people up.

"It's gone...... Everyone, wait, I'll ask people to go to the People's Park to see if there's any ......."

Wu Erwa didn't expect that it would be sold out in such an instant.

Hurry up and ask one of his men to go to the People's Park and bring over 22 pairs of pants.

"Why are you here? Where's the pants? Hurry up, there's still a lot of people waiting over there......

"It's out of stock, it's all sold out! Let's get it here......"

The people who came over were out of breath.

It's all sold out!

"So fast, let's go, go to him, let him hurry up and transfer the goods again!" Wu Erwa looked at people's enthusiasm and hurriedly slipped out of it.

"But where are we going to find him?"

The people under him reminded that Wu Erwa was also dumbfounded.

I forgot to ask where the other person lived last night.

There was no choice but to run to the Liberation Monument and wait for Liu Chun to come.

It was only half past nine.

"Second brother, I have 660 here, this piece is so easy to earn, if we meet Liu Chunlai earlier, we may all become 10,000 yuan households!" Yang Xiaole, who was in charge of the People's Park, handed the 660 yuan in his hand to Wu Erwa.

Big black unity, very thick stack.

"Yes, it's a pity that there are too few goods. If it weren't for Liu Junhua, we would have made more ......"

Several people were excited.

In the past, it was a small fight, and when I went back, I had to be beaten by my mother and old man, and I was looked down upon by the neighbors.

The point is that no one wants to give them goods when they don't have the money.

So you can't make a lot of money at all.

"If the cost price is 15, each of us can divide seventy or eighty!"

Double the profit!

"Don't be in a hurry to divide it first, let's see what Liu Chunlai has to say. "Wu Erwa is not stupid.

Maybe Liu Chunlai was trying to test them.

"When we have money in the future, let's buy the Liberation Monument......" Yang Xiaole looked around and suddenly spoke.

“......”

Others have black lines on their heads.

MMP, who only earns a few hundred dollars, dares to think about it.

But how do you feel it's motivating?