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Next, he plans to make a price tag, before he was too eager to open a store, now that he thinks about it, he hasn't even set the price yet, but he is not afraid of this, he is all selling by himself, and the price is not set by himself.

He started writing on the price tag to write a thirty yuan, thirty yuan a pair of underwear is actually not cheap, you can buy a dozen for thirty yuan from online merchants, but he thought that his underwear would fit comfortably to wear, and there was an additional effect, although the additional effect was also really not visible, but after all, there was a right.

When he wrote the price tag, he slipped his hand, and it turned into 300 yuan, so he had to rewrite it. However, the next continuous mistakes, I don't know how to do it, the pen is 300 yuan, and he even called the evil door.

Just when he was suspicious, the voice of the Weaver Girl system sounded in his head: "The price of the Broken Superman underwear system is 280 yuan, you can increase the price, but you must not sell it below that price." ”

"I'm rubbing! And this kind of thing! ”

Zhou Zhen almost scolded the street, the price can't be set by himself, the system pricing, 280 yuan, underwear is so expensive, isn't this a pit!

"Host, your goal is the sea of stars, your vision should be far-sighted, don't be so petty."

"Visionary! A pair of underwear for 280 yuan is called far-sighted, is that called a black heart! I also set a small goal for myself, to earn 100 million first! ”

Zhou Zhen shouted indignantly, he finally understood that the so-called task was not as easy to complete as he had thought before.

Soon after, Zhou Zhen understood that it was useless to compete with the system, the rules of the system were all dead rules, and there was no accommodation, and if the task could not be completed, it would pat its ass and leave, and everything he had obtained before would disappear.

"Okay, okay, okay, boss, are you ruthless enough, 280 is 280, but when we open a new store, we always have to give people some discounts, right? For example, a half-fold or something? ”

"There is no precedent for this, and there will be no exception in the future. You get what you pay for, never two prices. The Weaver Girl system replied quickly.

Zhou Zhen was completely convinced, so he had to honestly remake the advertisement, change the discount above, and write the word boutique special.

Eventually, with a blushing face, he held the billboard on a shelf and placed it in front of the store, and at this moment he suddenly felt that the lack of foot traffic was not necessarily a bad thing.

After the billboard was put out, it really attracted some eyeballs, and a passing aunt stopped, looked at it a few times, and then glanced at the red panties on the store shelf, and muttered, "You want to go crazy for money." Then he walked away.

Then a few more young girls stopped and chuckled.

One of the fashionably dressed girls with freckles on her face seemed curious, looked up at the sign, and snickered at the girl next to her: "Is there still a tailor shop for this kind of old hat, 280 pairs of underwear, it seems that these underwear are handmade by Italian designers, do you want to go in and have a look, buy one?" ”

The girl who was asked blushed, pulled her girlfriend away, and complained: "What are you talking about, I don't want to go in to see it." ”

In the distance, a few people in the next door shop also seemed to notice the advertising shelf, stood and watched it from a distance for a while, and then broke up with a smile.

Zhou Zhen's ears were sharp, he heard some sarcastic words in the store, and almost wanted to go underground, just feeling a little confused, Uncle Fang from the store next door walked in and said with a smile: "I was busy just now, this is the opening?" ”

"Ah, uncle, hello." Zhou Zhen touched his head a little embarrassed.

"Eh, young man, what are you selling, uncle promised you to come to you before, you said give me a discount, don't regret it." Hahaha. Uncle Fang laughed and looked around.

"Well, it's all here." Zhou Zhen pointed to the wooden frame and said.

"Well, hey, the panties, the red panties......" Uncle Fang was a little surprised, and then laughed, "It's okay, I just want to buy some panties, these panties look pretty good, the price is ......"

When Uncle Fang saw the price tag, his tone paused, and then his eyes widened, "I...... I'm not mistaken, 280 yuan! Are you in gold panties? ”

Zhou Zhen's face was red to the back of his ears, and he snorted: "Uncle, you read it right, it's two hundred and eighty-one, and, I'm sorry, I said it was a good discount, but ...... But ......"

"Forget it, you young man, I really don't know what to say about you, where are you doing business, at this price, I can't afford it even if you get half a discount, this person should know what it means to stop in moderation, oops...... Okay, I won't delay your business, I wish you a prosperous business......" Uncle Fang shook his head and walked away.

Of course, Zhou Zhen knew what Uncle Fang meant, and he also knew that the other party had no malicious intentions, but he still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his heart.

According to his meaning, even if you send the other party a dozen underwear, but the system is the system, it has no emotion to talk about, everything runs according to the program, and if you violate the rules of the system, then you will judge the failure of the task.

Even the uncle who said that he was going to cheer him up left, Zhou Zhen felt like a needle in his heart, and he stared intently at a shelf of underwear in a daze.

The deadline for the system to open for him was three days, and now half a day has passed, is he not even as good as a former host in ancient times when commerce was underdeveloped?

"280 pairs of underwear, you really dare to sell them!"

Suddenly, a voice like a silver bell rang out.

Zhou Zhen turned his head and saw that it was Fang Shu, the daughter of the owner of the commissary next door, his eyes darkened, and he continued to be in a daze.

Fang Shu walked around the store with his hands behind his back, picked up his red pants and looked left and right, with a strange smile on his face.

Half a day later, she found that Zhou Zhen didn't pay attention to her at all, couldn't help pouting, suddenly came to the other party's side, reached out and poked him in the shoulder: "Hey, I'm sorry." ”

"What, what's sorry?"

"I heard from my dad that you were burned yesterday and were applying ointment." Fang Shuxiao's face was slightly red.

"What do you think?" Zhou Zhen was depressed in his heart, and he said angrily.

"People say I'm sorry, you're really a person, you don't close the door when you wear shorts."

"Why do you want to close the door in shorts!"

"Anyway, it's not pretty. Don't talk about this, it's weird, I look at you much more pleasing today. ”

Zhou Zhen's heart jumped slightly, and he secretly thought, could it be that those charm points have taken effect?

Fang Shu obviously hadn't been fascinated by him yet, and then said with a smile: "It turns out that you plan to open a store here, but the things you sell are not very good, although the handiwork is very good, but this society pays attention to packaging, just put it on the wooden frame so dryly, no one likes to take care of it." ”

Zhou Zhen's eyes lit up: "Packaging? How to pack? ”